로그인JUNE;Mom’s voice rang softly as she sang the happy birthday song for me. I batted my eyelids fast, trying to pull back the tears already forming at the corners of my eyes. Her voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, reminding me of those quiet nights when it was just the two of us in our small apartment. She would pull me close on the edge of the bed, her arms tight around my little shoulders, and sing the same song while the neighbor’s TV played too loud through the thin walls.“Happy birthday to you, my adorable daughter,” she finished the song, her voice cracking just a little. “You know, watching you turn twenty still felt like a miracle, knowing you became really sick after we left the hospital when you were born… I thought I’d lose you.”Her voice broke completely on the last words. I could picture her sitting in the car, one hand probably gripping the steering wheel while the other held the phone close to her ear. I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me, becaus
JUNE;The library was almost filled to the brim with students getting ready for the forthcoming exams. Heads bent low over open books, pens held in fingers and scribbling on notepads, pages flipping steadily. Soft murmurs and occasional sighs filled the library as everyone tried to soak in as much knowledge as possible before the big tests. I moved between the shelves in the back storeroom, sorting old catalog cards into neat piles, my fingers already dusty from handling and fixing the worn and dog-eared edges.Mrs. Brown had stepped out a few minutes earlier, informing the young lady that worked as the library attendant, Lilian, of some emergency she had. She didn’t even glance my way as she rushed out the door, I loved that she didn't anyway, her stares would do my mood no good. I exhaled heavily, my shoulders dropping as the tension in my neck loosened just a little. For the first time today, the storeroom felt a bit less like a cage.Lilian poked her head in from the main area
JUNE;Romy and I stood by the notice board, a few other students were present too. The examination timetable had been posted. I couldn’t wait to sit for my first examination at Westbridge Uni. Teacher Harold had just left the class. He took me by the hand and, in his words,“Your grades are really good, child. If you keep to it, I’m sure the scholarship would be yours. Even though I’m not sure you quite need it.” He gave a small laugh at the end.I understood, the old man had no idea I left the mansion, nor did he know how much I wanted this scholarship. I had read all through the night, just like every other night, and at this point I felt ready for the exams.“You not listening,” Romy nudged me. I snapped out of my thought and looked, “I think someone wants to talk to you.”“Who?” I asked, creasing my eyebrows. She motioned with her jaw behind me. I spun. Matthew. He stood there, mouth pouted, hair rough.“Go away,” I snapped. “I’m still not talking to you.” I moved, pulling Romy a
The humiliation burned fresh in her mind… the way Aria had spoken so calmly, the way others had stared. Selene’s jaw clenched tighter with every red light she passed. She turned into the long driveway of the villa, the grand house rose ahead, she had no minute to spare in parking the car religiously, rather she sped up, parking crooked right in front of the entrance. She killed the engine, pushed the door open so hard it bounced back, and dashed toward the heavy wooden doors. “Mom! Mom!” she yelled, her voice rang high in the early evening air. She lunged forward, each step a mark of the pain locked up inside her. Each step hard against the floor as she made toward the staircase, then the sound of a fork hitting against a porcelain bowl reached her. She stopped, turned to the direction, her mother sat there. Selene’s mother sat at the long dining table, slowly lifting the fork to her mouth. The woman chewed without hurry, her blue robe draped over her shoulders. She didn’t look
Selene Arkwright pushed through the heavy glass doors of the upscale gym, her yoga mat tucked under one arm and her water bottle swinging in her other hand, just like every other evening she felt like stretching out her body. She had done this walk hundreds of times before. Her curls had been pulled together into a ponytail, bouncing behind her with each step as she headed straight for the female changing room. As usual, she yanked open her locker, pulled off her light jacket, and stuffed it inside without folding it. The mirror on the locker door showed her reflection, tight sports bra, flushed cheeks from the short walk outside, and her designer leggings hugging her legs perfectly. She stepped out and made her way to the revolving passage door that led into the main workout hall. Selene smiled to herself, already imagining the stretch of her yoga class ahead. Yoga was one thing that kept her demons away. She would sit on the mat, stretch, and imagine herself with Ronan and a be
JUNE; “June,” he finally said, his voice low and rough, almost like it hurt to push the word out. He took another half-step closer, then paused again. “I… I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.” His fingers still tapping the key, like it was the only thing keeping him sane. I let go of the doorframe slowly, my palm sweaty. “You found me here. At Romy’s place.” My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “How?” He rubbed the back of his neck again, harder this time. “Doesn’t matter how. I just… needed to talk to you.” His eyes dropped to the ground once more, then lifted to meet mine again. “You’ve been avoiding my calls. I get it. After everything dad said to you…” “Your Dad!” I cut in, voice sharp, I was sure Ronan could detect how pissed I was. “Noted!” He replied, raising his hands in a mock surrender. “After the way I acted at the library… I figured you might not want me around.” The mention of his father made my stomach twist. Those cold words from Mr. Grayson still
JUNE;The rest of the week had been unfortunately uninteresting. But for some reason, it was one of the most peaceful weeks I had had in recent times. Well, aside from the harsh words and disdainful stares from Mrs. Brown at work, Matthew wanting to talk after each class, trying to explain he had
JUNE;I pushed open the heavy library door, breathing hard from rushing across campus. My watch showed I was exactly three minutes late. The cool air from the air conditioners inside hit my face, carrying the familiar smell of old books, polished wood, and luxury perfumes. My eyes scanned the quie
JUNE.I was already having a bad day by the time I got home.No, before I got home. It started the moment I stepped out of that hall.The laughter still rang in my ears, sharp and loud, like it had followed me all the way out of the school gates. Even now, sitting at the back of the sleek black SUV
JUNE.My phone buzzed in my hand.Mom.Again.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “I’m still in line,” I said softly, almost whispering.“June,” her voice came through, soft but tight, like she was trying not to panic. “You said it wouldn’t take long. Your stepfather will be here







