ログインStellaOne Year Later…The beach breeze is warm against my skin. The sound of laughter and light conversations fill my ears, causing me to smile more than I have for in the past. My brother's sit on the opposite side of the table, while my parents, Lillian, Adrian, and I are on the other.We decided
StellaI was discharged from the hospital just a few hours ago. Adrian kept me in his car while he ran out to the store and bought all new groceries for me, buying me snacks and drinks for me to eat while I relax at home. It is a really kind gesture from him, something that he never would've done fo
Adrian looks at me and I shake my head, signaling for him to stay. He silently nods and remains in place, watching as the room is slowly vacated, my father remaining behind. His eyes flicker between us, the way I instinctively reach for Adrian’s hand.“What is it that you’re doing, Stella?” my fathe
StellaAdrian stayed by my side for the rest of the night. He held my hand and called the nurses over when I needed more pain medication to ease the stinging and burning feeling inside of my body. He helped me adjust my pillows and got me more blankets, bribing the teenage girls next-door to offer u
Stellathe first thing that I can hear is the faint beeps of a hospital machine. There is a hospital like ambience, just beyond my consciousness, rooted in reality, it is in a place where I am not. I can listen to the sound of nurses and doctors talking, but I fall back into a state of unconsciousne
AdrianMy heart races inside of my chest. I can’t think straight and I feel so dizzy, having to sit down since my legs feel like jelly. I tried to convince myself that everything is okay, that Stella is not in need in that Clara is just over exaggerating what she said on the phone, but something in
StellaI storm through the apartment lobby doors. When people look at me, they immediately move out of the way, parting like the Red Sea as I make my way towards the elevators. I smash the button and cross my arms over my chest, glaring at the metal doors.Who the hell does Adrian think he is? How c
StellaLuca helps me out of the car, holding onto my arm as we warmly greet the front doorman. His muscular and egregiously tall frame towers over my petite build, making us laugh whenever we catch a glimpse of ourselves in a reflection.“Are you sure I can’t carry you? It’d be much faster—”“Luca,
StellaSilas waits for me outside my apartment building, his vintage muscle car parked on the side of the street. As soon as I step outside and see him, I smile and wave. He returns the wave but not the smile, turning to open up the passenger side door.I slip inside and watch as he circles the car,
Their bickering continues, voices growing louder and louder by the second, crescendoing into one big screaming match. My father stands and leans over the desk, exerting power over my mother, who barely gives him the time of day as she stands and exits the room.“Stella,” his voice captures my attent







