Ariana's POV
The corners of my lips turn downward when I step into the elevator, realizing; I will be alone at home because Justin is having a sleepover at his friend's place.
It is a shame that my little brother has a better social life than me. Almost every week, he has some plans with his friends. Whereas I hardly interact with anyone outside work.
Maybe I should start going out more and make plans of my own when Justin is at his friend's place or something.
Even though I am thinking about all this stuff, a part of my mind is stuck in my conversation with Laura.
I feel bad for her because growing up with an ignorant parent can be really painful.
Thankfully, I had my dad, who had immensely love
Ariana's POV Carrying two bowls of ice cream, I walk towards Max, who is busy scrolling through his phone. A dent formed between his brows as he narrowed his eyes at the screen. After dinner, he went and got ice cream for us even though I said it was unnecessary. But he said our sleepover will be incomplete without eating ice cream, as it is something which always used to do, and we shouldn't break this tradition. It astonishes me how he remembers all things we used to do, even if they were the smallest ones. Honestly, I never took him for a guy who would remember all these things. Whenever he reminds me of something which is related to how my life used to be, it seems like he is talking about something from my past. Somewhere it is true beca
Ariana's POV "Did I ever tell you why I have to move away from here?" Max's hand finds mine as he plays with my fingers. A faint smile forms on my lips because he always used to play with my fingers when we used to talk or discuss any project. He always gets fidgety when he wants to share any secret. It always annoyed me just like it is annoying me now, and I have this strong urge to pull my hand back. However, the innocent but somewhat distant look on his face makes me stop. "My parents, they got divorced." He continues without even waiting for my response. I am shocked to hear this, but I don't let this come to my face because this is not the time to demand to know why he didn't tell me. He needs me to listen to him, just like he listens to
Ariana's POV Giving Max the privacy which he needs to gain hold of his emotions, I walk into the kitchen. Whenever I don't know how to comfort anyone, I mostly try to give them anything to eat or drink. I am not sure if it works or not, but whenever I feel emotional, I mostly find comfort in food, so maybe that's why I do this. Taking out two mugs from the top shelf, I turn on the coffee machine. Tapping my fingers, I wait for the water to boil. My mind is numb because there is a lot to take in. I feel like a terrible friend because I never knew anything about what was happening in Max's life. If you ask me, earlier we were not as close friends as we have become now. I think after we have reconnected, our friendship has not only strengthened, but we both understand each other on a differe
Samuel's POV If there is something which I hate the most, it is "What if." Whenever what if comes in our life, things become complicated because we tend to think about the alternative that we could have chosen to make our situation better. But it only results in regret and disappointment because time has already passed, and there is nothing we can do about it anymore. Like, I always wonder, what if I had the courage to tell everything to Ariana sooner. It probably wouldn't have changed the outcome, but still, it would have made everything a little less painful. Maybe we still would have been friends, and there wouldn't be this awkwardness between us. In our lifetime, we make numerous decisions. Some decisions turn to be right, while some are wrong. However, in some way, eve
Samuel's POV Stepping outside the general ward, I walk towards the nurses' station. "Helena, can you please page Dr. Irvin to look into bed number sixteen patient, Mr. Bentley's, case?" Folding my arms over the counter, I slightly lean against it, "And I want you to keep monitoring him with two hours intervals." "Okay, Dr. Davis." Nodding her head, she makes a note of the instructions. "Thanks." Politely smiling at her, I make my way towards the cafeteria. My life is gradually returning to normal. Well, as normal as it can get. Laura and I finally got a divorce, and we both are happy with our decision. She has started her therapy to heal from the mental torture her mother has put her through all
Samuel's POV Killing the engine, I rest my head against the steering wheel while mentally preparing myself to face Ariana. I am scared that she might think I am just trying to get back into her life because things with Laura have ended. I am aware it will seem like this, but it is far from the truth. I want her forgiveness and a chance to win her trust back. Maybe I should just stop overthinking and follow my heart, which tells me to drop on my knees in front of her and beg for her forgiveness. Taking a deep breath, I feel much more confident as I step outside the car while holding her gift in my hand. Looking around the park, I try to find any familiar face while checking the address, which Max has messaged me to confirm if I am at the right
Ariana's POV My birthday is the time of the year where I miss dad even more than I can express. Every year, he woke me up early in the morning because he used to say that we should not waste a single moment of our birthday and enjoy every moment of it. Even though dad never enjoyed baking, he took classes for baking just to bake birthday cakes for me. More than me, dad used to be excited about my birthdays, and when Justin came into our lives, even his birthdays were special for dad. So that's why I celebrate Justin's birthday in the same dad had celebrated ours. So that Justin never feels that he is not special to me or I love him any less. I can't fulfill the void of dad in his life, but I would do everything which I can to make sure he knows that he is loved. However, I can't bring mys
Ariana's POV "It has been so long since we all did something together as a family, other than hiking. Please do arrange such classes in the future as well; my family and I had a great time." Mrs. Brooke smiles, handing me the canvases which her kids were holding. A smile forms on my face when I notice both of her children have attempted to draw a landscape. And honestly, for someone who has painted for the first time, it is excellent. "Sure, I will try to arrange such painting sessions whenever it is possible." I keep the canvases on the table where other canvases are also placed, "I have your contact details, I will inform you where these paintings have been donated. So if you want, you can go and check them." Following dad's footsteps, I will donate these paintings to hospitals, retirem