MasukNeria "Because I want to do things right, Neria." He added, earnestly. 'Because I want to do things right.' 'Because I want to do things right..' I repeated his words, again and again, and each time, something broke in me. Those words.. If I had heard them a month ago, a year, two, three,
Neria Two days had already passed since I went to Lila's memorial garden. In those days, I hadn't had the energy to leave the room. I had locked myself in, my movements alternating between crying and painting. What could I do? Before I left, I promised her that I was going to be strong, but I
Third Person. It was the morning of Lila's one-month death anniversary. Neria had just left, dressed in black, looking sad and broken, after declining Kael's offer to drive her to her destination. Just then, Connor came out of the guest bedroom. He left the previous night, but he came back, ar
Dominic 'For the longest time, I thought I hated you, Neria...' I whispered, my tear-glossed eyes locked onto the distance, onto the empty house. It was dark, devoid of any warmth, devoid of the lights that had always been left on for the past five years. I couldn't count the many nights I had
Dominic. The day was longer, but somehow, the night felt even torturously long. I had been standing outside my penthouse for the past five hours. For the first time, I didn't dare to walk in through that door. It had been six years since I last smoked, and yet, tonight, I couldn't stay still.
Neria. My brain went cold the moment I saw a figure standing next to Lila's memorial garden. Then something shifted in me, and my gaze moved from him to the small garden. The flowers were beautiful, blooming, shining with life, and staring at them, a sob tore past my throat. It felt unfair.







