Carissa's POV
Raihan’s talk made my throat feel tight. “You know I… fell apart from something like that.”
“You're unique, Carissa. Tougher than you know. You just cover your hurts too much with a grin.”
I looked away. Chatting about the past often seemed like stepping into water that was too deep. But Raihan—both as a brother and friend—always gave me the safe space to breathe,
“I want to ask you a thing,” I said at last. “Do you think Dylan’s the right guy?”
Raihan stared at me for a long time. “I’ve known him for over five years. We’ve worked together, fought, let down each other. But Dylan, he's always the first to come when I fall.”
“And do you believe he can make me happy?”
He made a little grin. “That’s for you to c
Carissa's POVI took a big breath, put my cup on the table by the bed, and slowly got up. My bare feet felt the cold wood floor. I liked that feeling—a bit sharp but true. Like a sign that I was still here in my life which had now changed... yet strange, I felt more at calm than any time before.I went to the window and mo͏ved the curtain a bit. Outside, the yard looked plain but my eyes spotted a little pot of lavender Dylan had put in two weeks before. “So a house smells good,” he’d said. I giggled softly, recalling the look on his face as he tried to seem serious while putting it in.Who would’ve guessed that the guy I once only saw as a chill and strange coworker would now be the person I think of first every morning?I went down to the kitchen and began to make something for lunch. Not since I was hungry, but more to fill the silence in my head. Sometimes, I look at the wal
I saw Dylan's writing on a little bit of paper.“For you Carissa. Because you're the light in all this uncertainty. I won’t say everything will be simple but I promise I’ll always hold your hand even when dark comes again. Until forever okay?”I stood still. My hands shook a bit as I felt the chain. Not since it was fancy—not at all. But since I knew Dylan wasn’t the soft-hearted sort, and this note… were his way of being strong“I have to wear this necklace,” I whispered.Raihan smiled. “Want me to help?”I shook my head a little so he could put it around my neck. When the tiny charm hit my skin, it felt like Dylan was holding me, even if he wasn’t really there .“Dylan has changed a lot, hasn’t he?” Raihan said after a bit.I turned to him. &ldquo
Carissa's POVI did not reply fast. But Mom always saw. I gazed down, slowly turning the cup in my hand."Dylan… he is nice. He tries to see me, even when I don’t know how to say what I mean. But, Mom, what if one day I can’t love him like he should be loved?"My mom sighed then got up and sat next to me. Her hand softly moved to my shoulder“You don’t have to know the answer now Carissa. Marriage isn't about full surety. It’s about wanting to grow together."I looked at her."Love ain't only about falling and feeling comfy always. Sometimes love is a tough job. Sometimes, you gotta wake up and pick love even when the heart feels uncertain."I took a big breath. Her words were nice, but they still left lots of quiet in my head.After mom went out of the room, I laid down, looking at the ro
Carissa's POVI went down the stairs, holding a bag full of a cloth, a tiny book, and a water jar.Mom looked out from the room and gave a tiny nod. “Be careful, okay?” she said.Dylan opened a car door for me—something I’d only seen in movies, yet it still warmed my heart every time he did it. We didn’t talk right away as the car began to move. Soft music from the radio filled the quiet between us.“Where do we go?” I asked softly, breaking the hush as we went by a road with trees covered by rain trees.“There is a spot outside of town, close to an hour away. I went there when I needed to think.”I nodded. “Thank you for taking me.”He looked at me, then faced his eyes back to the way. “I want you to see that piece of me too, Carissa. The calm part. The one I don’t alw
Carissa's POVThe days before the wedding felt like walking on a thin line. There was a soft buzz that calmed me, but sometimes, a hidden shake would pop up and rattle me out of nowhere. I had begun to be okay with seeing Dylan at Mom’s place. He’d arrive early, help set up the seats, or just talk with Mom in the kitchen about old dishes I used to skip.This morning, the rain came down softly, tapping on the window like a quiet word from long ago. I sat by the living room window, holding a hot cup of jasmine tea, watching drops collect on the leaves. From the kitchen, I could hear Dylan’s voice mix with Mom’s laugh. Oddly, the sound felt soothing. Like all those awkward lines that were between us had melted away.Not long later, Dylan came out from the kitchen holding two little plates of sweets—cake and rolls.“Mom said to pay you with these,” he said as he sat in f
Carissa's POVI had not talked a lot to him since Dylan asked. Not out of rage or unease but because we both understood, the things that stay unspoken can be more noisy than words.I put the picture back in its box—not for forget it, but to respect it. I couldn’t take all things into the future, could I? Some things have to be left in the past—with grace.That night, mom came in to my room with a tiny plate of her made-at-home pandan sponge cake.“Tired?” she asked gently.I moved my head, then waved for her to sit next to me. She patted my hair like she did when I was small."Marriage ain't about how big the wedding day is, Carissa," she said. "It’s about how you and him pick to keep looking each other in the eye, even when the world spins fast around you."I stayed quiet. Listening.She s