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Over time, we learned almost everything about each other—likes and dislikes, weaknesses and strengths.But those secrets that couldn't even be mentioned remained buried deep within the earth, and I was sure they wouldn't surface for a good while. Not because I didn't trust Jack; I just didn't know where to begin with that dark story. Therefore, I kept it hidden deep within my memories, ignoring its existence.Winter swept through Ellijay mercilessly, and we hardly even noticed. As December arrived, snow mercilessly blanketed the town, freezing everything in its path.Nevertheless, people had made an effort to decorate the exteriors of their homes with colorful lights or plastic figurines, the opposite of us. We had barely put up a tiny tree in the middle of the dining room—only because Jack had bought it at the supermarket, completely ignoring my complaints on the matter.I knew he hated Christmas, not just because my birthday fell on the 24th, simply because it wasn't a holiday that
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"Come on, Ryan..." I huffed, rolling my eyes. He couldn't stop teasing me even though I didn't live with them anymore. That kid always had to push my buttons; he was like a miniature Jack. "You know it's me.""Secret password," he insisted."Ryan!" I growled, giving the door a stronger tap, which reluctantly swung open, revealing the significant change he'd undergone in the last year I hadn't seen him.That silly boy was the oldest among those currently living in that orphanage, at thirteen. His tan skin had darkened a bit from intense hours of play under the sun. His coal-black eyes gleamed upon seeing me, and a beautiful smile lit up his face when he finally hugged me."Sister Lucy!""What other Lucy do you know?""I missed you!" he purred, leaving me breathless with the strength of his embrace."And I missed you too," I whispered, gently pulling away, under Jack's somewhat wary gaze at the young boy.Jack, not one to hold back, smiled back with a hint of displeasure. Seeing them di
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After making sure everyone was dressed warmly to avoid catching a cold, we decided to head outside. Paul had the brilliant idea of playing a game with a deflated ball, the only one they had at the moment.With ten of us, the teams were evenly split. I led one team, while Ryan led the opposing team.Behind me were Camila, Katia, and Paul, while Brooke clung to my back like a koala. We dashed around, annoying our opponents, as they struggled to get us out of the game with their failed shots.Jack watched from a distance, at the foot of the house alongside Monica. They hadn't stopped talking about goodness knows what ever since I introduced them, which made me think they might be up to something, that fool and her.He seemed too serious for my liking, but at times when he gazed at me and our eyes accidentally met, he'd smile at me tenderly, instantly making me blush.Caught up in his seductive demeanor, the ball landed on my stomach, forcing me out of the game.I took a deep breath, tryi
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I watched them leave from the doorway of the house—Jack as the driver, my mother in the back of the old car, comforting an unconscious Ryan.I'm not sure how long I stood there staring into nothingness, but when I returned inside, the kids were sitting at the dining table, their faces tinged with despair.I took a seat on one of the many free chairs to have the conversation we had agreed on earlier, where they recounted how that bottle had ended up there.Days before the first snowfall, Maximilian had the terrible idea to play a game of breaking glass bottles with rocks to test each other's aim. So, there wasn't necessarily a single culprit after all. Although they had tried to clean up the mess without Mom Monica noticing—she was completely unaware of this—they missed a few glass shards.Since Jack and Mom Monica would take too long, I decided to prepare lunch for the kids.Around two in the afternoon, Ryan came into the house, smiling broadly. He limped a bit and complained about th
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I crossed hastily through the house's wide playground.I tried to walk as fast as I could, but it was challenging as my feet sank deep into the snow.Running wasn't feasible in such awful ground conditions.My vision was blurry from bitter tears, and I felt an overwhelming urge to vomit and scream, but I refrained, especially the latter, not wanting Jack or any of the kids to see me that way.I slipped away into the vast forest, walking aimlessly, just wanting to be far from people for a while. I didn't want to talk or listen to anyone, especially Jack.I just needed to wallow somewhere with no exit or at least calm down, whichever came first, as I no longer cared about what happened to me.Unintentionally, I found myself at the place where I used to hide when I felt the same unpleasant sensation deep in my soul. One so vile and repulsive that it made me not even want to keep living.At times, I fervently wished to be dead so that at least everything would stop.The bare branch-like t
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I walked calmly with Jack by my side. We were quiet, but it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest.Simply having him beside me was enough; his smile kept me enthralled, and his gaze would hypnotize me whenever it met mine in passing, occasionally prompting a laugh from both of us.After several minutes of wandering through the forest, we reached the house. We entered without making a single sound, but to my surprise, the interior was unusually quiet.I looked at Jack, silently bombarding him with questions, and he just shrugged with a mischievous smile.He definitely had something up his sleeve.I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes when he left me behind.Clumsily following his steps, I reached the living room to find it decorated as if for a party, balloons scattered all around, covering the floor. The walls were adorned with colorful ribbons and balloons, and the table was packed with plates of sweets and snacks, accompanied by a spectacular cake. Behind it all stood my mother al
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We had to wait a short while at the bus stop across the highway.Thankfully, my backpack felt light, carrying only the dirty clothes from the previous day. Otherwise, I would have grown weary standing there under the darkening sky.Throughout the entire journey back home, I fell into a deep sleep on Jack's comfortable shoulder. Despite having secured the window seat this time, I didn't get a chance to glimpse the scenery due to my exhaustion.I felt his fingers gently caressing the back of my hand in colorful, vibrant dreams that felt almost too real to believe. Before me was a different world, where I lived carefree with Jack, our children, my mother, and the kids from the foster home.I wasn't entirely sure why the setting was a beach I'd never visited since I'd never ventured beyond Ellijay. All I could distinguish was that we were running around in the warm sand, laughing and tumbling to the ground amid laughter.It was unquestionably a good dream, the best I'd had in years, and I
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I was extremely worried, so at times, I'd gaze at him, increasing the strength of my grip, hoping to transfer some of my energy through our intertwined fingers.He would smile sweetly at me, sometimes kissing my forehead under his mother's watchful eye, then returning his sad gaze back to the window.It was a slow journey due to the bad weather; the roads were somewhat slippery. Nevertheless, that didn't hinder us from reaching Atlanta in the early hours of the next day.Despite the heavy snowfall resembling more of a storm, I could still see the beautiful architecture of the city. Buildings soared high into the sky; some seemed made entirely of glass while others were adorned in metallic hues. Everywhere I looked, there were various advertisements, colorful signs, and vibrant lights that left me speechless due to their beauty.It was entirely different from what I was accustomed to—a whole new world.The car took us through the dark streets, from the poorest to the most ostentatious
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