As Michael and Sarah's romance blossomed, they found themselves feeling more alive than they had in years. They would steal glances at each other during Noah's soccer practices, and their hands would touch as they sat together on the bleachers. Michael, who had once felt like a shell of his former self, now walked with a newfound spring in his step. He started taking risks at work, pursuing new projects and ideas that he had previously been too afraid to try. Sarah, too, felt a sense of renewal. She started painting again, a hobby she had given up after her divorce. She found solace in the creative process, and her art became a reflection of her newfound happiness. As they navigated their rekindled relationship, they faced challenges, of course. They had to confront the mistakes of their past and work to rebuild trust. But they were determined to make it work, for themselves and for Noah. Sarah's paintbrush danced across the canvas, vibrant colors blending together in a swirling stor
As Sarah’s art continued to gain recognition, she found herself both exhilarated and overwhelmed. The gallery exhibition had been a pivotal moment, but it was just the beginning. Her art was resonating with people in ways she had never imagined, and each new piece she created seemed to tell a part of their evolving love story.Michael stood by her side through it all. He was her biggest supporter and, sometimes, her critic—a role he embraced with equal parts love and honesty. They often found themselves discussing her work late into the night, their conversations blending into the warmth of their shared bed.One evening, after a particularly long day at the gallery, Sarah sat at her easel, staring at a blank canvas. Michael, sensing her frustration, quietly walked in and watched her.“Rough day?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.Sarah sighed, “I’m struggling to find inspiration. I want to capture something new, something that reflects where we are now, but I’m stuck.”M
He was a little absent-minded at the moment.All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom."Suddenly, Micheal pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?"Micheal was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group.Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married.At that time, Micheal grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish.They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time.It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Sarah only considered herself lucky at that time.Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for Five years. She delight
Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out.Sarah balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!"Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document.Micheal ,l was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome.Sarah noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed?With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it."Micheal , was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance.Sarah walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold.It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Micheal and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?"Micheal’s appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously
Micheal's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Sarah. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Sarah.It was hard to tell if Micheal's saw Sarah or just ignored her.Regardless, Sarah noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed withhim yesterday.She was Lauren.Sarah's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away.She lost all awareness of her surroundingsMany terrible things happened in my childhood, but I remember none of it. It doesn’t exist in my memorybank. I only know because, through the years, there have been pieces of conversations about it.I find this scary that things might have happened in my childhood that I just don’t recall. But the thing withtrauma is that it resides within you. Your mind might choose not to remember, but your body will.And so, occasionally, I have panic attacks that have no source. Or well, seem like they have no source, and Ican’t help but wonder where in my childhood the seed
I got out of my car and slowly walking towards the mansion.My hands were trembling and sweaty . I still couldn't believe that it was done . That I was finally divorced from him. The proof that was currently in my handbag. I was here to bring the final papers to him and to pick Noah up. Right now I could hear them clearly and what I heard encased my soul in ice I still don't understand why you can't live with me and mummy ?''Noah asks his father. My hands were already shaking.My heart breaking at the sadness in his voice.I would do anything for him,but this divorce was inevitable. Our marriage had been a mistake.Everythunv about us was a mistake.It just took me time to see the truth. You know why Noah ,your mother and I can no longer be together?''His voice was so soft as he replies. It's weird really because during the duration of our marriage he has never once spoken to me softly.It was always cold,devoid of any emotion. Why? These things just happens I kn
I am looking for Desmond Brown,I believe he was brought in for a gunshot wound. I told the receptionist once I got to the front desk. How are you related to him ,she asked. He is my father "Give me a minute."She paused while she types on her computer. He is in the Er getting prepped for surgery. Just go straight ahead at the end you will see the emergency door. "Thanks''. I turned around and follow her instructions. My heart beating with every step I take.He's going to be okay.He'll recover soon . Despite our differences I wanted him to be well We didn't have a good relationship but he is so loving towards my son . I knocked at the door,pushed it and entered. I could see my mother's eyes red from too much of crying. I took a sit next to her ,what happened and how is he doing? He was shot on his way back from the store.They are preparing him for surgery..her voice shaking.. I hugged her just to console her.Dont worry,father is the strongest man I know . He will be okay
Sometimes I stare at things for too long. My wrists… The big, sharp knife in the kitchen drawer. The bottle of Sniper in the corner. Sometimes the idea of me being sprawled across the floor in a lake of my blood is tempting. Sometimes, when I’m drained, I want to time it just right and walk into an oncoming car… a bus… a truck…Sometimes jumping off a balcony is intriguing. It seems ideal.Sometimes… I want to die.And maybe in a warped way, that’s okay?Just hear me out.red and white rose petals on white tableWhen I was younger, there were no voices in my head.Now, I think I’m in an unending race to get back there. The problem is I do not think I will ever win the race. At some point, I would have to accept that it’s possible the voices in my head are here to stay. And I shall never get the privilege of a calm brain again.Regardless of the chaos in my mind, born out of the craziness of the things that I’ve had to deal with in life, I’m a strong believer that happiness is a choice