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2025-03-17 01:32:04Nicholas's POV
I stood in front of Hazel's apartment door, knocking it a bit harshly. My chest rose and fell as I tried to control the swirling emotions within. I hadn’t expected to come here, but after what happened today, I had no other choice.Each knock felt like a noise shattering the calm that I had been trying to maintain. I felt a mix of anger and worry. Memories of the earlier argument were still fresh in my mind, and I knew there were many things that needed to be explained.Waiting at the door, I began to realize how important communication was in our relationship. The decisions Hazel made might seem simple to her, but their impact was far greater. The frustration building in my heart made me want to explain everything I felt, why I was on her side, and how I wanted to help her.A few seconds later, the door opened, and there stood Hazel. Her gaze was cold, arms crossed, her expression one of indifference. However, I knew this
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Sabrina's POV The wind blew again, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers growing along the path. In the distance, a few people had begun packing up their mats, but we lingered, letting time move slower. Charlie had dozed off in my lap, his breathing steady and warm. I let my hand gently rub his back, memorizing the weight of his body that, over time, would only grow heavier.Hazel then stood, walking slowly toward the large tree that shaded us. She leaned her back against its trunk, gazing at the wide stretch of grass. The slanting sunlight made her face look different—softer, yet full of untold stories. Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, and she made no effort to fix it.A light brown butterfly flew low, passing over our mat before finally landing on a leaf. Charlie, half-awake, glanced at it for a moment and smiled, but didn’t wake up. Nicholas only followed its movement with his eyes before closing them again.I watched Hazel as she bent down to pick a few
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Sabrina's POV Before going home, Nicholas suddenly said, “Let’s take a photo before we pack up.” I turned, slightly surprised. “A photo? Do you even have a camera?” Nicholas just gave a small smile and walked to the car. Not long after, he came back carrying a small tripod. “I always keep this in the trunk. You never know when you’ll need it,” he said as he began setting it up at the edge of the picnic mat. Charlie immediately exclaimed happily, “I want to sit in the middle!” I chuckled. “Yes, you really should be in the middle. So everyone can see who the real star is today.” Hazel smiled, then helped arrange the seating. “In that case, I’ll sit next to Sabrina,” she said, gently tucking back strands of my hair that were blown by the wind. Nicholas pressed the timer button on the camera, then sat on Charlie’s other side. “Okay, ready everyone?” “Ready!” we all answered in unison. As the timer started ticking, we glanced at each other. Ch
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Sabrina's POV That day, I felt our connection had grown a little closer. There was no tension, only a warmth I rarely felt in the midst of our separate pasts.By late afternoon, I heard Nicholas’s car pulling up outside. As soon as the door opened, Charlie ran to greet us in the living room. “Mama Sabrina! Mama Hazel!” he shouted cheerfully, making me smile wide. He hugged Hazel’s legs first before coming over to me.Hazel smiled, looking more at ease when she was with Charlie. They had a naturally warm bond, something I had no intention of disrupting. In fact, I was glad Charlie could feel so comfortable around her.Nicholas followed behind and hugged me warmly. “You’re home already? Was the traffic bad?” I asked. “No, the roads were still pretty clear. I’ll go take a shower first,” Nicholas replied before heading to the bedroom.As I walked to the kitchen to start dinner, Hazel followed me. “What are we cooking tonight?” she asked, glancing at t
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Sabrina's POV In the distance, the bell of the old church at the end of the street chimed, marking nine o’clock. Some parents began to leave, moving away from the front of the school. Hazel took a deep breath, then looked at me. “Do you want to sit here a bit longer? I don’t feel ready to leave just yet.” I shrugged. “We can sit here as long as you like. The only thing waiting for us at home is the washing machine.”That made her laugh softly, a laugh that sounded freer than usual. So we sat again, enjoying the sound of birds perched on the power lines, the smell of fresh bread wafting from the bakery across the street, and the occasional breeze carrying the laughter of children from inside the school.Hazel seemed more relaxed. Her hands no longer gripped the edge of her jacket like before, and her eyes no longer looked anxious. “Thank you,” she said suddenly. “Not just for letting me come with you to drop Charlie off. But for sitting here with me, keeping me comp
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Sabrina's POV When the light turned green, we moved forward again. We passed the city park, where a few older people were doing light exercise while toddlers played on the swings. Charlie pressed his face to the window, watching a little child laugh as their swing was pushed higher and higher.“Mom, can we go to that park on the weekend?” Charlie asked. “Of course,” Hazel replied quickly, then turned to me. “That’s alright, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Sure. We’ll set a time for it.”Soon after, we crossed a small bridge. The river below flowed calmly, reflecting the sunlight like shards of glass. A heron stood by the water’s edge, occasionally spreading its wings. “Wow! Look, that bird’s huge!” Charlie shouted. Hazel turned to look. “That’s a heron. They like to live near the water.” “Like in the movie I watched,” Charlie added with a chuckle.As we neared the school, the streets grew busier. Cars and motorbikes took turns stopping to drop off chi
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Sabrina's POV That morning, the air felt fresh, the sun had just pierced through the window curtains, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee still filled the dining room. I was clearing away the breakfast plates when Nicholas came down from upstairs in a neatly pressed shirt, his tie perfectly in place. His steps were steady toward the front door, car keys already in hand.The sound of his shoes against the wooden floor blended with the clinking of spoons in the sink. I glanced at him briefly, noticing how he arranged every movement with precision, as if his time had been strictly measured since the moment he opened his eyes that morning. From the corner of his gaze, I could tell he looked my way before continuing, as though making sure everything was in order.The air in the house felt warm, yet there was a fragile thread of calm lingering. The sweet pancakes from breakfast were no longer on the table, but their trace remained—the faint scent of maple syrup mingled w
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