Mag-log inEpilogue Maya's POVA few months after graduation, I had discovered that being a published author came with a rather unexpected problem.Dean had become impossible.Not that he had ever been particularly easy to deal with, but now that my debut novel was doing well, he seemed to have found an entirely new reason to tease me.Every time someone mentioned my book, he would find a way to remind me that I had turned our relationship into a book.Sometimes, he would ask whether I had received any new reviews. Other times, he would casually mention that he was considering charging me for using his life as inspiration.I had stopped taking his threats seriously.Especially because he was usually the first person to tell me whenever someone had said something nice about the novel.He was, without question, my biggest supporter.And my most annoying one.I was sitting at the dining table with my laptop open when he walked into the room, carrying two mugs of coffee."Your favourite author dese
Maya's POVFour years.It was strange how much could change in four years, and even stranger how quickly they seemed to pass when I looked back.The university campus was almost exactly as I remembered it. The familiar buildings, the walkways between lecture halls and the little spots where students gathered between classes were all still there. Yet, as I stood in my graduation gown, holding my cap and watching people take photographs, I couldn't help feeling that I was looking at a place I had already begun to miss.Today, Ethan and I were graduating.Together.I smiled as I watched him struggling to straighten his gown while Janelle stood in front of him, laughing."You're making it worse," she told him, adjusting the collar."How is that possible? I've been trying to fix this thing for five minutes.""Because you keep touching it.""Then perhaps you should stop distracting me."Janelle rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she helped him again.I approached them, holding my phone
Maya's POVI read the email for the fourth time.Then I read it again.The words hadn't changed, and neither had the subject line, but somehow, I still couldn't convince myself that I was reading it correctly.My manuscript had been accepted.My first novel was going to be published.I pressed a hand against my mouth, trying to contain the smile spreading across my face. I had spent weeks working on the manuscript, revising chapters, questioning entire paragraphs and wondering whether anyone besides me would ever find the story interesting.There had been moments when I considered abandoning it altogether. Not because I didn't love the story, but because finishing something I had created felt different from simply imagining it.But I had kept going.I had completed the manuscript, submitted it and tried not to think too much about the outcome.Now, I was staring at an acceptance email.I scrolled through the message again, reading the words about the manuscript, the editorial process
Dean's POVI knew something was different about Ethan the moment he walked into the living room.He had been smiling to himself since breakfast, occasionally checking his phone and looking as though he was trying very hard not to let his excitement show. It was unusual enough to make me suspicious."What?" I asked, looking up from my phone.He glanced at me. "What do you mean?""Whatever you're smiling about. What is it?""Can't I just be happy?""Not without making the rest of us curious."Maya laughed from her seat beside me. She had been reading something on her laptop, but Ethan's behaviour had caught her attention too."He's been like this all morning," she added. "I asked him earlier, but he said he'd tell us when everyone was around."I looked at my brother again."Everyone?""Yes, everyone.""Should I be worried?"Ethan rolled his eyes. "Can you let me enjoy my moment?"I raised my hands."Fine. We'll wait."A few minutes later, Janelle arrived. Ethan immediately got up to gre
Maya's POVI had been staring at the same paragraph for almost twenty minutes.My laptop sat open on the desk, a half-finished document occupying the screen while I leaned back in my chair, trying to decide what to write next.It wasn't that I had run out of ideas. If anything, I had too many.Over the past few weeks, I had been making a conscious effort to spend more time writing. Between my academic responsibilities and everything else happening in my life, it was easy to keep postponing the things I wanted to do for myself. But lately, I had been finding my rhythm again.I had started setting aside a little time each day to work on my writing, even when I didn't have a particular deadline.It felt good to create something without worrying about grades, feedback or whether it was good enough for someone else.I looked at the empty space beneath the paragraph I had written and sighed.Perhaps I needed a break.I closed the document and opened a new one.For a few seconds, I simply wa
Dean's POVThere was something comforting about an ordinary afternoon with Maya.Nothing special had been planned. We had no reservations, no appointments to keep and no particular reason to leave the apartment. Ethan had gone out to spend some time with Janelle, leaving the place unusually quiet.Maya was in the kitchen preparing something to eat when I walked in.She stood in front of the counter, concentrating on whatever she was doing, with her hair loosely gathered away from her face.I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist.She smiled without turning."You're disturbing me.""Am I?""Yes. I'm trying to concentrate."I rested my chin on her shoulder."On what?""Making lunch.""Seems important.""It is. Unless you want to starve."I chuckled and kissed her cheek."I'd rather not."She turned slightly, giving me a brief kiss before returning to what she was doing.I stayed behind her, watching for a moment."Can I help?"She handed me a spoon."Stir that.







