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2025-09-20 09:56:00Dylan's POV
I complied, taking several more pictures until he ran away with his camera back. A small laugh escaped my lips, something I rarely let out without restraint.
From a distance, Carissa watched. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her smile faint. I just shrugged, pretending not to notice, but deep inside I felt a warmth that was hard to explain.
The event proceeded without any strict rules. There was no official schedule, no complicated protocols. People ate, sat, and then chatted. Occasionally, someone would play a song on the guitar; the sound might have been off-key, but it made everything feel more lively.
I sat on a chair near the courtyard, staring at the small lights strung from the trees. The wind carried the aroma of food—rice, side dishes, and sweet cakes. I just sipped my drink, trying to immerse myself in the simple bustle.
Raihan approached and patted m
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One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 92
Carissa's POV I wondered if Dylan had ever imagined such a simple life—flowers on the table, small laughs in the living room, light conversations without the shadow of secrets?Until finally, I sat down on the sofa, writing again in my diary. I wrote about Dylan, about how one small sentence from him could change the feeling in my chest. About how I learned to love not from grand promises, but from the small presence he gave me.The writing stopped when I heard the key turn in the lock. My heart pounded. Dylan rarely came home early, but this time was different.He walked in slowly, setting his bag on the table. His face was serious, but there was a sense of determination in his eyes.“What’s wrong?” I asked.He sat beside me, looked down for a moment, and then said, “I can’t promise I can tell you everything now. But I don’t want you to continue to feel like a stranger in my life.”I was stunned. Those words were more profound than anything he had ever said before.“Dylan…” my voic
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Carissa's POV A small smile appeared on his lips, a smile I’d rarely seen lately. A smile that made me want to believe that whatever he was hiding, I could bear it with him.We finished our meal in a warmer silence. Afterward, Dylan reached for my hand across the table, his grip tightening. There were no additional words, just a touch that spoke louder than anything else.I let the silence envelop us, feeling that perhaps this was his way of showing love, even in secret, even in fear.His hand remained in mine as he took a deep breath. For a moment, I thought he would return to his usual silence. But then, he loosened his grip, looked down, and then looked up hesitantly.“I was thinking,” he said, his voice heavy. “About my work.”I raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress my surprise. Dylan rarely talked about his work directly. Usually, it was just a brief, necessary answer.I waited without interrupting. “Sometimes…” he paused, his finger tapping lightly on the table surface, “…some
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Carissa's POV I paused for a moment in front of the door, feeling the cool air from the slowly rotating fan. My heart felt as if I had just found something I had been searching for.“Welcome,” a woman’s soft voice greeted me. She stood behind the counter, wearing a simple cream-colored apron. Her smile was friendly, her eyes serene.I nodded slowly.“Hello. The flowers are beautiful.”“Please take a look around. If anything catches your eye, let me know.”I walked slowly, down the small aisle between the shelves. My eyes moved from one flower to another. There was something serene about the room. It was as if the world outside had stopped for a moment, replaced by a mix of colors and fragrances.My hand stopped on a white rose. Its petals were tight and soft. I imagined it on the table in the living room. But I felt hesitant, roses were too formal, too full of symbols I might not be ready to embrace.I shifted, and my eyes fell on a sunflower. The yellow was so bright, the stem sturd
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Carissa's POVI just smiled faintly, staring at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. My hair was wet, sticking to my skin. The faint circles under my eyes were becoming more visible.“But your hair is nice,” she said again, “thick, easy to manage. It’s just a bit dry at the end. You straighten it often.”I turned my head slightly.“Rarely. I tie it up more often. Sometimes I forget to use vitamins.”“Yeah, that’s normal. Most people do that. We’ll give it vitamins to make it softer. It’s a shame to let your hair dry out if it’s long.”I took a deep breath.“Yes, you can. Thanks.”There was a moment of silence. I felt strange because I usually don't like to talk much during treatments. But there was something about the
One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 88
Carissa's POVDylan left early today. The shirt he’d ironed the night before still clung to his shoulders, his hair neatly combed, his face focused. I could only watch from the dining table as he sipped his coffee, his steps occasionally hurried as if something were chasing him.“I’ll go now,” he said curtly.I nodded, trying to hide my mixed feelings. “Be careful, okay?”He paused briefly in front of the door, looking at me as if wanting to add something. But then he just smiled faintly, then left. The door closed softly, leaving a long silence.I sat in the chair for a long time, staring at his coffee cup, still faintly steaming. There was a part of me that wanted to chase him, hug him from behind, tell him I could be his home anytime. But there was also a part that chose to remain silent, to let Dylan have his space.Since Raiha
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Carissa's POVI woke up later than usual. The bed was still warm beside me, a sign that Dylan hadn't moved long ago. From the kitchen came faint sounds, plates touching, spoons scraping against glasses. I smiled slightly, got up, and walked over.Dylan was pouring hot water into two cups. His back was straight, but his movements were slow, as if he was careful not to make a loud noise.“It’s rare for you to go first,” I said, sitting down in the chair.He glanced over briefly, a faint smile appearing. “Take turns. You looked tired last night.”I chuckled. “I’m not that strong. Talking a lot, laughing a lot, can actually make you tired.”“Seems,” he replied briefly, then placed the cup in front of me. The aroma of tea wafted warmly. I stared at the steam rising, feeling a comfortable, if slightly awkward, sil
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