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I really want to know what you think 🥹 I need y’all’s support and this is part of the way you can support me. I reply all comments.Rowland's POV. “Wait.”The soft sound of her voice behind me made me freeze midstep.I haven’t spoken to Selene for this long since Amira left.I don’t want to be too pushy either. I don’t want her to disappear into her shell again.I turned slowly. Her eyes raked over me quickly before she looked away.The shirt she wore, dangerously exposing her leg. The blanket is barely covering anything."I…I don’t want to be alone.” She muttered. “Not tonight.”I arched a brow. “Are you saying…”She nodded, tapping the empty space beside her. “Stay here tonight. At least until I sleep off.”I gazed at her. I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. She’s probably shaken by Tom’s appearance tonight, and that’s it."O…Kay," I said, moving towards the bed. She shifted towards the edge.I lay on my back, my arms behind my head and staring right at the ceiling.The room fell silent again.“Thank you for staying and always making sure I am okay," she whispered, still looking ahead. Her brown hair splayed ac
Selene’s POV “Selene!” I hit the accelerator, and the car pushed forward. My heart pounded in my chest. I watched him through the side mirrors. His fingers curled into a fist. His face… twisted. Not the man I used to know. “You are mine, Selene. Mine and mine alone.” The words followed me even after his figure disappeared into the darkness. I pushed towards the road. A shiver ran down my spine. I was shaking. I searched for my phone frantically; I really underestimated Tom. I thought he would be far gone. “What do you want from me…” I whispered. With trembling fingers I dialed the private investigator. There seem to be no traces of Tom, yet he shows up. “Pick up…” I muttered, my voice cracking. “Please pick up…” Straight to voice mail. Lord. I ended the call and threw the phone onto the passenger seat. Think, Selene. Think. Home. The word came first. But just as quickly… it didn’t feel safe. Too easy to follow. Not there. I drove past the t
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Selene’s POV. Twelve midnight. I couldn’t wait for my alarm to go off. I needed to be close to Amira again tonight. I changed quickly into a simple joggers and blouse outfit and tiptoed towards the door. Mum would be awake; she would hear me walk towards the front door, but she would pretend like she was sleeping and look at me the next morning with a question on her lips, but she would never ask. I slipped into my car in the quiet of the night. An owl hooted at a distant place far from the house. I shivered slightly from the cold and turned on the ignition. The streets were empty except for a few cars that breezed past. The streetlights overhead illuminated my part. I took a deep breath; the cemetery was a few miles away, and despite the fact that I do this every day, I still feel nervous on the way there. The car pulled up into the parking lot, and I cut the engine. Returning stillness to the night. I didn’t need anyone to show me the way anymore. I knew it by h
(Two months later)Selene’s POV.Full stop.I closed my laptop and leaned into the chair. Weeks have passed. I wasn’t counting anymore.I just washed the sun and rise each day.I spent most days on my laptop. Ignoring condolences and walking through memories of the past.I am writing every day now.My fingers moved across the keys of my keyboard obsessively. Like if I stopped, I might have to face reality. An escape. But that didn’t help much either.Somehow I drew strength from knowing Amira was somewhere up there rooting for me.I got up and walked to the window and peeked through the curtains. Rowland’s car was parked as usual.He always came by in the evenings; he would stay for dinner, but I never came down.I only opened the door for Mother. Rowland never complained.Today, I felt different. I had been hiding for far too long.I put on my robe and parked my hair up with a black ribbon. I was still grieving.As I made my way down the stairs, the smell of roasted chicken and spice
Selene’s POV.I walked as fast as my legs could carry me.My mind is hazy with fury.My fingers curled into fists.She stood by the counter, like this was just another day.Like my world hadn’t just ended.I closed the distance before I could think and grabbed at her scarf, grasping pieces of her hair along with it.Hey's head jerked as she spun fully around, clutching my hands. Trying to free herself from my grip.“Selene.” She yelled.She shoved me. But even that wasn’t enough for me to let go.“What are you doing?” She murmured.“You brat!” My voice cracked.“How dare you?” I shouted, my grip tightening. “How dare you come here—”Her eyes widened.“To my child’s funeral?” My chest heaved. “This moment is precious—do you hear me?”People started gathering.Feet. Voices. Movement behind me.“You don’t get to stand here…” My voice broke, but I pushed through it. “You don’t get to ruin this…”“Selene, let go. Please.”Rowland.His hands gripped me from behind. A soft and tender touch.
Selene's POV.I exhaled slowly and pushed open the cafeteria door.The smell of food greeted me immediately.I really needed to put an end to whatever this was between Rowland and me.Distance. That's what I needed.After the divorce and everything is settled. I would like to move to a new city.Th
Selene's POV. “Why is she late?" She had called thirty minutes ago, saying I should meet up with her in this dead bar, and I was getting uncomfortable glances from the man at the table a few inches away. People laughed out loud. Country club music bommed through the speakers. Old ragged men an
Selene’s POV. A bright light spilled in through the slit.opening the inner curtain. I turned slowly, stretching a little.I felt a lot lighter and… Then I remembered. Rowland lay next to me. A heavy arm draped over my waist. A thick duvet covered the both of us. He stirred a little, but his e
Selene’s POV. My back landed on the table with a thud. I hadn't realized I had been starving after all these years till Rowland kissed me. He made my body yearn in ways that felt forbidden. I gripped his shirt tightly, arching just enough for him to nibble on my neck. I shrugged my robe of







