LOGINSorry for the late update, i have been sick for a while.
When you really think about it, you realise how funny life actually is as a concept. All of us are living our own versions of life, but how many of us actually want to be here? How many of us have an actual purpose to keep on living?Marcus did. Marcus wanted to be here. Marcus had a purpose to keep going on every single day. He was a good son, a great brother, an amazing lover, and the best friend anyone could've hoped for. Yet, out of everyone, his death had been written first.Aria struggled to come to terms with the fact that her older brother, her inspiration and her only remaining hope had left her. What hurt the most was perhaps the fact that she was the cause. One poor decision she'd made had cost her brother his life, and she'd have to live with that mere fact for the rest of her own pathetic life. Except, now there was no reason for her to keep going on, was there?Adrian was riddled with guilt, too. Hours before the funeral had taken place
The car zoomed towards the Hotel. The black-suited person jumped back slightly in shock, turning their head as they did so. No face was visible, but the tiny wisps of curled chocolate hair came into view. And both Aria and Matteo only had one word on their lips as his body was flung over the car hood. Adrian. Adrian. Adrian. Seconds seemed to blur into hours as Matteo and Aria remained seated in the car, the body no longer in view as the car had driven uncontrollably fast, leaving the body located somewhere behind the car's rear. Aria could feel the tiny spits of perspiration forming on her skin, leaving her hands clammy to the touch. She refused to turn to face Matteo, but also she refused to get out of the car, for she didn't wish to confirm what she already thought to be true. Only a few people had witnessed the dreadful accident, and those who were there had rushed to the crime scene, whereas those who were dancing the night away in the hall remained completely oblivious to
Aria scuttled into the female toilets after her horrific yet bizarre encounter with Celia only minutes before. She apprehensively rushed through the swarms of guests in the hall, struggling to contain her emotions. Through her peripheral vision, she noticed Adrian making his way towards her, but she immediately quickened her pace and continued rushing towards the opposite direction. The thoughts of what they'd been up to only half an hour ago suddenly seemed abhorrent to her, and she felt dirty as the memories washed over her.She entered the tiny bathroom and was welcomed by a sallow-looking Isolde gazing at herself in the mirror. Isolde gyrated her body towards her friend as soon as she heard the door open."Oh my god, what happened to your hair?" Isolde gasped, hands flying towards her mouth in response to Aria’s messy mane. Aria was forced to remember the impact on her skull as the strands of hair had been forcefully wrenched out by the turbulent force that had been Celia."Nothin
"Adrian is having an affair. He's been cheating on you for months!" Marcus blurted out quickly. In that moment, Isolde could've sworn her heart stopped beating, the oxygen stopped entering her lungs, and she, herself, stopped being. She felt void from the inside out. As desolate as the current state of her womb. "What? Wh-what the hell are you saying, Marcus?" Her voice emerged as rough, jagged breaths. "I'm so sorry, Isolde...I know I should've said something earlier, but..." He stopped in his tracks as she held her hand up, indicating for him to stop. He noticed the colour drain from her already pasty pale skin. "How? How...How can this even be true?!" She continued, her gaze drifting down to the floor beneath her. But suddenly she glanced back up towards Marcus, her stare suddenly much more accusing. "This is one of your jokes, isn't it? You've said some stupid things, but this really isn't fun
" Thank you so much for the wine, Lucia and thanks for coming again. We are delighted tonight. Take a seat anywhere, make yourself comfortable and help yourself with the appetitizers" Isolde repeated that mantra for the thirty time that evening. Nearly every single guest had gifted her and Adrian a bottle of bubbly; she was sure they'd have just about enough alcoho to last them till they were well into their fifties. She couldn't help but beam at the mere thought. She and Adrian sprawled out on the couch, ragged and wrinkled, but their love for each other was still as youthful and pure as it was now. "Adrian!" Isolde called out for her fiancé over the roaring music. The night was still young, but the engagement party had been a success so far. The food was great, the company was great, and most of all – it was all about them. She and Adrian, swarms of people had been approaching her most of the evening, giving their well-wishes and blessings to the young couple. "Adrian!" Isolde c
"You coming back to Ma's is for the best, I promise. You'll see." Marcus was positioned directly behind Aria as she gazed at herself in the blurry mirror of her childhood bedroom.It was the morning of Isolde and Adrian’s engagement party.She heaved a sigh of relief as she finally finished outlining her pouty lips and ensured every strand of hair on her head was flowing down just above her waist in perfect waves. As she placed her lip pencil down, she realised how funny it was that people considered the eyes the gateway into the soul. Maybe that was true, but for her and Adrian, it had been the way their lips latched onto each other that had betrayed their bodies and given them insight into what lay buried within the two of them.Aria turned her head towards her older brother and nodded in agreement at his words. Everything would get better now. It had to, didn't it?She patted her hands against the material of her dress, making sur
When the three of us returned home from the venue viewings, Isolde and Adrian decided to retire to bed early, while I also headed to sleep from exhaustion.When I wake up, it's dark outside. And I notice that my stomach is grumbling like crazy, and my throat is dry and thirsty.Getting up, I rub th
“You just can't stand to be away from me, can you?""I'm dying to have you here with me...but that's not why I actually called," Adrian responded, his voice gravelly, completely laced with lust at the thought of being wrapped up in Arias' warmth again. But as he completed the second half of his sen
The weeks passed by excruciatingly slowly after Isolde’s miscarriage.The nights and days gradually converged into one, both of which were filled with oceans of tears.Celeste decided to move in with the three after she deemed both Adrian and Aria irresponsi
WARNING 18+His lips are soft but firm. They move with precision and determination. As if he knows what he's going to. His hand lands on my waist, pulling me closer, and the other one on my cheek as he deepens the kiss. My hands grip his shirt, clutching it tightly between my fingers. I stand on m







