Antoinette had looked forward to going back to school for so long, to reunite with Emma, her best friend, whom she had not seen since their last semester ended before the pandemic.She remembers how much they used to talk about all the things they planned on doing in their fourth year. They had always looked forward to getting their degrees so they could move on to bigger and better things. But the pandemic had put a halt to all their plans and forced them to stay at home.Antoinette continued to pack while she talked to the person from campus. She couldn't wait to see Emma and catch up on the many months they had been apart. She remembered how they used to talk for hours on end about their futures, their fears, their hopes, and their dreams.Emma had always been the more forward-thinking of the two. She knew what she wanted, and she was always working towards her goals. Antoinette, on the other hand, was more reserved and cautious. She often found herself second-guessing her decision
Chelsea's heart pounded in her chest as she walked out of the expensive restaurant, her conversation with the manager still fresh in her mind.The tension in the air was thick, and she couldn't wait to escape the suffocating atmosphere.But before she could reach her car and find solace in the privacy of her own thoughts, Hilary, Daryl's new wife, unexpectedly caught up with her.Hilary's sharp voice pierced through the night, filled with a bitter mix of jealousy and malice. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Chelsea," she sneered. "I heard you were having a cozy little chat with the manager. I suppose that's how you get what you want, isn't it? Sleeping your way to the top?"Chelsea's eyes widened in disbelief. How could Hilary say such cruel and baseless things? She had always tried to be kind and respectful towards Hilary, despite the complicated history between them.With a deep breath, Chelsea mustered the strength to respond calmly. "Hilary, I don't know what has brought on this ani
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Hilary had a long day at work, and driving home was the last thing she wanted to do. She was exhausted and tired of dealing with the incessant work demands. As she drove home, her thoughts wandered to Daryl, her boyfriend of two years.Lately, things haven't been smooth between them. Daryl's work schedule was unpredictable, leaving little time for them to spend together.To make matters worse, there was the occasional argument they had regarding his previous relationships. Hilary felt that Daryl was holding something back regarding his past relationships.Finally, she arrived at their apartment block and drove to the parking lot. She got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, slowly taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. She felt a sudden burst of anger, which she couldn't explain. Entering their apartment, Hilary tried to relax by taking off her shoes and coat. She walked into the living room to find Daryl sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.Without even sayi
Mr. Cruz woke up feeling groggy from a restless night's sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, only to realize he had overslept.He jumped out of bed, his heart racing, and hurriedly got ready for work. As he rushed through his morning routine, his mind began to wander, fixating on his daughter Chelsea's situation with her husband, Daryl.Ever since Chelsea left Daryl's house a few weeks ago, tensions have been high within their family. Mr. Cruz had hoped that the separation would be temporary, allowing Chelsea and Daryl to work through their issues and reconcile.However, as time went on, it became apparent that the situation was more complex than he had initially anticipated.As Mr. Cruz entered the kitchen, he found Chelsea sitting at the table, sipping her morning coffee.Sensing his unease, she looked up and asked, "Dad, do you know when I'll go back to Daryl's house?" Her voice carried a hint of worry and uncertainty.Mr. Cruz sighed, a mix of fru
_Everything you want is on the other side of fear._ A lone mansion stood gloriously in the heart of Birmingham city, unperturbed by the city's late-night bustle. In one of the many rooms of the mansion, a man treaded a mill. The one who controlled most of the business flow in Birmingham and the country at large pushed himself to the limit as his lean muscles bulged with each move he made. Daryl's gym was one of the biggest rooms in his mansion. It was well-equipped as expected of one of the most famous bachelors in the city but over-equipped for one person. Daryl kept moving on the treadmill, exerting more energy with each step as he sweated buckets. His muscles burned, running out of their share of oxygen but he was lost in thought seemingly unaware of his body's protest. His mind wandered here and there unable to focus. He couldn't make sense of the day's events. He was trying to catch onto one thing but caught onto another. It all boiled down to one memory of his. A memory he
At the break of dawn, Chelsea woke up groggily, feeling sore all over. Her head still ached like she'd been hit over by a trailer, though she might have been considering she knew nothing of how what exactly caused the accident. She forced herself up and found no one else in the room. She hoped last night's event would turn out to be a delirious dream of hers due to her condition. She looked around the room, the broken vase, the blood from her shoulder injury, everything was the same as last night which further proved she wasn't delirious. A bitter feeling settled in her heart and her eyes stung. Holding back tears Chelsea pushed the feeling and thoughts aside, she had to get out of the house first. Steadily, she stood to her feet and made her way out of the room toward the house entrance. To her relief, the door wasn't locked. Moving from one dark alley to another there was only one thing on her mind, home. As much as it wouldn't have solved anything, she'd rather prefer the comfor
Chelsea groaned as her alarm pierced through the air and woke her from her slumber. She felt a rush of anxiety at the thought of taking her Career Test NAE, almost wishing she had never even applied in the first place. Technically speaking, she wouldn't have applied if she didn't need to get off the leash her family put around her. Sitting up in her bed, she saw the long list of tasks she had to do before heading out for the test. There were workers in the Willows mansion and attendants too that could run those errands, but somehow she was always the one assigned to do those things for Emma. Taking a deep breath, she swung her feet over the edge of the bed and forced herself to start her preparation. She wished she could run away again back to staying in a one-room apartment, but things weren't so simple and her mother wouldn't make the same mistake twice and let her 'tarnish the family's reputation.' Although it was only seven o’clock, she had to be ready in two hours, so she