LOGINThe burial ground remained silent as the ceremony slowly came to an end. Rows of workers dressed in black stood around the open grave with straight expressions and lowered heads. Nobody spoke unless necessary. Even the sound of shoes moving against the ground felt too loud in the atmosphere.The coffin was slowly lowered into the soil while the ropes were firmly held from both sides. The wooden casket disappeared little by little beneath the earth until it finally settled at the bottom. Once the ropes were pulled back up, silence spread across the place again.Clara stood beside Jeffery without moving.Her eyes stayed fixed on the grave as the first handful of dirt landed on the coffin below. The repeated sound echoed softly through the burial ground while the workers remained still around it.No family members were present. Only Rothwell workers.Clara slowly released the breath she had been holding inside her chest. It felt like a mountain had finally been removed from her heart.
“What condition?” Clara asked again, her voice weak but clearer this time. Her eyes stayed locked on him, not letting him escape the question. The room felt quieter the moment she spoke.Jeffery froze for a second, his hand stopping mid-air near the edge of the bed. He looked at her briefly, then turned his face away as if searching for words that were not coming. Clara noticed it immediately, her gaze sharpening despite her weak state.“What condition?” she repeated again, softer but more serious.Jeffery exhaled slowly and stepped closer to adjust her pillow instead of answering directly. “You should rest first,” he said, avoiding her eyes completely.Clara didn’t move. She just watched him carefully, her fingers slowly tightening on the blanket. “Was it because of the wine?” she asked. “Did something happen to me?”Jeffery shook his head slightly, still not looking at her. “It’s nothing serious,” he replied. “You just need rest.”Clara stayed silent for a moment, studying him close
Daniel stepped out of the airport, dragging his suitcase behind him as the evening wind brushed past his face. A black car was already waiting by the roadside the moment he came outside, its engine running softly. He slowed for a second before his phone started ringing inside his pocket, pulling his attention away.He brought it out and checked the screen briefly before lifting it to his ear. “How was your trip?” Malcolm asked immediately, his voice calm but firm. “Has the owner agreed to sell?”“Yes, sir,” Daniel replied while opening the car door and stepping inside. He closed it behind him and settled properly in the seat. “Everything has been settled already, sir.”“Good,” Malcolm said, and faint paper sounds came through like files being moved on a desk. “Take care of the necessary things and make sure every record is wiped clean.” His tone stayed steady as he continued speaking. “After that, we’ll decide what to do with the lounge.”Daniel adjusted slightly in his seat and nodd
Clara lay still on the bed, her breathing slower now, not perfect but no longer fighting her the way it had moments ago. One of the medics adjusted the sheet slightly over her and glanced at Jeffery before speaking. “She’s stable for now, but she needs proper care at the hospital,” he said, his tone calm. Jeffery eyes stayed on Clara. He was still watching for something that might be wrong.Another medic stepped closer, checking her again before adding, “Let her rest for a bit, then we’ll move her.” The room felt quieter than it should have been, like everyone was waiting for something else to happen. Jeffery’s hand hovered close to her, not touching. He didn’t trust the distance. His jaw stayed tight, but he didn’t say anything more.Clara’s fingers moved slightly against the sheet, small and weak, but enough to show she was still there. Jeffery leaned in a little, his voice dropping without thinking. “You don’t get to scare me like that,” he said quietly, more to her than anyone
Jeffery’s arm tightened around Clara. “Stay with me, please,” he said, but her grip on his shirt was already weakening. Her lips moved slightly like she was trying to answer, but nothing came out properly. Her breathing came uneven, short, her chest couldn’t keep up with her body. His hand adjusted slightly behind her back as if that alone could hold her steady.Jane stepped forward quickly. “Wait, what’s happening?” a voice cut in from the side. Sophia’s voice followed almost immediately, louder and confused. “She can’t breathe… is it the drink?” A few people shifted closer, but hesitated when Jeffery’s stare moved briefly across them.His eyes stayed on Clara face, tracking every small change. “Everybody back.” His voice carried enough force that the space around them loosened slightly.They hesitated before stepping away. A few still stood too close, watching. Someone whispered something about calling help, another voice repeated it louder like panic was spreading faster than un
Jeffery let out a slow breath before speaking. “We should go back and join others.” He picked up a long white shirt from the bed and stepped closer without waiting for her response. The fabric hung from his hand between them. “Wear this.”Clara didn’t argue. She slipped it over her dress in one smooth motion, the material falling loosely over her frame and hiding every line beneath it. Her fingers moved along the sleeves, straightening them, buying herself a second. “Better?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady. Jeffery’s eyes moved over her once before he looked away. “Better now.” He turned immediately after, already heading toward the door, leaving no space for anything else.They walked back together without speaking.The group had already settled near the shaded lounge when they arrived. Voices overlapped in loose conversation, laughter breaking in pieces as the waves rolled in behind them. Sophia sat among them, but her attention kept drifting, her gaze cutting back toward Cl
Clara stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fall of her long gown as it settled neatly around her. The crochet fabric draped smoothly, reaching the floor in a soft line that moved lightly when she shifted. It's gentle tone mirrored the light, elegant without glare. She took a slow breath, ste
“I am H2,” it replied Clara and turned to go. “Thanks,” she replied, acknowledging the gesture before looking away.THE PRESENTATION DAYClara exhaled quietly as she finished arranging Jeffery’s schedule for the day. The neat stacks of digital files and printed notes were aligned perfectly, a refl
When the masked man lost his grip, Clara sagged forward into the water, flailing weakly. She tried to push herself upright, her legs shaking violently from both exhaustion and the shock of the fall. Dirty water splashed into her mouth with every movement, making her cough, but she stayed conscious.
Clara’s body throbbed with exhaustion. Each breath rasped against the gag, and every tremor of her arms sent jolts of pain up her veins. Sweat clung to her skin, tears streaked down her cheeks. Her muscles ached from being bound so tightly, and every movement brought new shocks that left her whimpe







