Love Is Blind

The urge to leave tugged at me, but the downpour seemed determined to keep me indoors. While others might not mind the weather, I found the constant chill repulsive. I reached for my sweater from its usual spot, the cold outside sending shivers down my spine. Winter, with its relentless grip on the temperature, felt restrictive compared to summer's warm embrace and liberating lack of bulky clothing. Sunrises were a source of immense joy for me. Waking up to the sun's gentle greeting, and bathing the world in light, filled me with a sense of rejuvenation. I yearned for the endless summer, a constant warmth chasing away the winter blues. But a fleeting thought arose: "Is it wise to wish for an imbalance?" Nature, in its wisdom, follows a cycle, a beautiful rhythm with its unique melody. Just as there is a time for slumber and a time for awakening, a time for sustenance and a time for rest, winter arrives like a silent sculptor, transforming the landscape and we must learn to accept its

The shrill chirp of my phone pierced the quiet, snapping me back to reality. Brian. My heart skipped a beat - he wanted to take me out at six! A surge of excitement coursed through me, quickly dampened by the dull ache in my shoulders and the ever-present thrum of the day's stress. School. Traffic. Ugh. Could I handle it? But Brian... It had been so long. With a sigh that mingled excitement and exhaustion, I texted back an enthusiastic "Yes!" before dropping my bag with a soft thud on the couch. A cool glass of water from the fridge felt like heaven as I trudged towards my room. The day's events swirled in my head – the endless lectures, the honking horns – as I passed the guest room. The door hung ajar, a sliver of darkness peeking out. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. Cautiously, I pushed it open, expecting... nothing. Just the space, bathed in the pale light of the hallway. With a sigh that released the momentary tension, I shut the door and continued to my room.The steam fro

The computer screen flickered to life, revealing the familiar faces of Ihudiya and Sophie. An eager "Hello!" escaped my lips, the silence stretching a beat too long as I awaited their responses. Ihudiya, usually a whirlwind of energy, appeared subdued, her brow furrowed in a way that sent a jolt of unease through me. "Hi Lucy, hi Sophie," she finally managed, her voice laced with a stress that sent shivers down my spine.My gaze darted to Sophie, a flicker of concern sparking in my chest. Gone was her usual vibrant energy, replaced by a pallor that seemed to dim the light in her eyes. "Sophie, is everything alright?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.Ihudiya chimed in, her voice tight with unease. "Oh, honey, you don't look okay. It's not..." She trailed off, a worried glance flickering between me and Sophie.Sophie offered a weak smile, but it did little to dispel the shadows lurking beneath her eyes. "Seriously, guys, I'm fine. Just a bit under the weather, that's all. Nothing, a

Concealed within the intricate details of the painting, I discovered a small hidden compartment, cleverly camouflaged within the artwork. It raised my curiosity about what secrets Brian might be harbouring within it. This enigmatic compartment added an intriguing layer to the room, leaving me with a persistent sense that Brian was concealing something significant. The room held untold mysteries, and I was determined to unveil them.While I was lost in thought, Brian entered the room with a tense and aggressive demeanor. He questioned my presence, "Why are you snooping around my room, Lucy?" His abrupt appearance caught me off guard, and his tone sent a chill down my spine. The room's atmosphere shifted, revealing that I had stumbled upon a deeper mystery. The tension between us grew.As he continued speaking, my mind drifted far into memories. I recalled this very room as a place of laughter and intimacy, where we had shared secrets and embraced tenderly. It was once a sanctuary where

"Is something troubling you?" Brian inquired, his words whispered directly into my ear, grounding me in the present. Evidently, I had been gazing for too long at the individual I'd mistakenly thought was Adrian. The bustling crowd obscured any certainty about his identity."No," I replied to Brian, attempting to push thoughts of Adrian from my mind and erase the lingering echoes of our past encounter, which had left a traumatic mark."Are you certain you're okay?" he inquired, his concern deepening as he gently gripped my shoulders."I assure you that I'm perfectly fine, nothing is amiss," I reassured him. However, with the music ceasing, I saw an opportune moment to take a break, perhaps heading to the restroom to collect myself before risking a potential collapse, which would be quite embarrassing. Reaching our seats, I politely excused myself to visit the restroom.Upon finishing in the restroom, as I prepared to leave, I couldn't believe whom I now encountered. Tension surged with