Mag-log in“There is not much to say. Same dream I always have– happy memories from when she was alive.” He swallows hard, forcing himself to meet Anna’s concerned gaze. “Waking up alone afterward is the worst part. Reminds me how long it has been since anyone was there to hold me when I am scared.” The confession slips out before he can censor it, raw and vulnerable in a way he rarely allows himself to be. His grip on her waist becomes firmer, pulling her flush against his chest as if seeking physical proof that she is real and solid beside him. “I am sorry,” he says weakly, feeling guilty for oversharing.“No, don’t be sorry. I am here for you,” Anna leaned upwards to wrap her arms around Zack’s neck and hug him. His arms wrap around her small frame instinctively, holding her close as if she is the only solid thing in his world right now. His face presses into the curve of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo and something uniquely her. The tension in his shoulders mel
Back home, Zack unlocks the front door and kicks off his shoes without enthusiasm. The sun is barely beginning to lighten the sky through the living room curtains. He heads straight for his bedroom and collapses onto the unmade bed fully clothed. His phone lies charging on the nightstand, displaying a single email from Anna, “Good morning.” His fingers tremble slightly as he reaches for the phone, unlocking it to read her simple greeting. The two words carry more weight than any elaborate poem could convey. For a moment, the loneliness that plagued him earlier melts away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest. He types out a quick reply without thinking twice: “Morning. You are already awake?” Setting the phone down beside him on the mattress, Zack closed his eyes and lets out a slow breath. the lingering scent of cheap coffee and bacon clings to his sweatshirt, but it is grounding somehow– proof that he survived another late-night battle w
Lara watches him devour the hash brown with a mixture of amusement and pity. The way he attacks the food suggests a man starved for comfort as much as calories. “You are like a stray cat finding its first meal in days,” she remarks with a slight chuckle. She sits back down across from him and takes a sip of her decaf while he focuses intently on chewing. The diner’s usual late-night clientele includes truck drivers grabbing coffee before heading out and college students cramming for exams– but right now Lara seems content to give Zack her undivided attention. “Hunger makes everything sharper,” she observes quietly. “Yeah, my girlfriend is going to be upset,” Zack says casually, imagining Anna’s worried face. “She has been nagging me to sleep better the last couple of days.”Lara’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the casual mention of a girlfriend. She sets down her decaf mug with a clatter, giving Zack a
As Zack approached the counter, a middle-aged waitress named Lara recognized him immediately from previous late-night visits. She stood confidently behind the counter, he shoulder-length, wavy dirty blond hair was styled with soft volume, framing her face. Her expression was friendly and inviting, with a gentle smile and relaxed blue eyes. She is wearing a classic vintage diner uniform: a soft pink dress with short sleeves, white trim along the collar and edges and a neatly tied white apron at her waist. In her right hand she had a glass coffee pot, presumably filled with filter coffee. “Rough night studying again?” she asked politely. Zack went to sit by the counter and Lara poured him a cup of filter coffee and waited for his reply.“Something like that,” Zack replied with a weary sigh, sliding onto thee worn vinyl stool. His reflection in the grimy mirror behind the counter shows dark circles under his eyes and stubble forming along his jawline. He
After two hours of studying Zack finally managed to go to sleep. In his dream, Zack is a small child again, sitting cross-legged on the living room rug while his mother reads aloud from a picture book. The memory is vivid and warm– the scent of lavender air freshener mingling with the sound of his mother’s gentle voice. “Look at this drawing sweetheart,” she says softly, pointing to an illustration of a smiling sunflower. “Don’t you think it looks happy?” Young Zack nods enthusiastically, tracing the lines with his finger. “It is my favorite flower!” His mother smiles, her dark hair catching the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. “Then we should plant some in our garden this summer. Maybe we can find seeds at the market.” The scene shifts suddenly– his father enters through the front door carrying groceries, calling out tiredly from the foyer. “I am home! Did my two favorite people have a goo
After a while, Anna gets up from her bed, gathers some clothes from her wardrobe and goes to take a shower. When she emerges from the bathroom, she is wearing a long-sleeve, loose-fitting shirt in a soft grey colour. The word, ‘dream’ along with a star design, is printed on it in a darker shade of grey. Her pyjama bottoms are also loose-fitting and feature horizontal stripes in alternating shades of light grey and white. Her hair is damp from the shower, and she walks over to her desk and picks up her laptop. She places it on the bed, then gets her biology textbook out of her purple backpack. She goes to sit on the bed, opening up her textbook on one side and opening up the laptop on the other side. She types in her password and openes her browser to typed out an email to Zack.From AnnaTo: ZackSubject line: Quick revisionHey, I just finished taking a shower. Now, I am snuggled up i
She tightened her grip slightly, stroking him faster still. Evan let out a deep groan as he climaxed, his body tensing beneath her touch. His released pulsed hot and thick onto her hand, coating her fingers. Anna watched in fascination as he came undone. His face contorted in pleasure. She continue
About an hour after curfew, Evan snuck into Anna’s room, closing the bedroom door softly behind him. He was wearing black shorts and a grey short-sleeve shirt, his hair was still damp from his shower. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping due to his weight. “Are you still awake, Anna?
Anna’s breath caught in her throat as Evan’s hand moved higher up her thigh. His touch was firm and confident, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She knew she should tell him to stop, that his was getting out of hand, but the words wouldn’t come. “Fun?” she whispered, her voice barely
He shifted slightly, the hard ridge of his cock pressing more insistently against her hip. “You drive a hard bargain,” he murmured, his lips grazing her neck. His hand tightened on her hip, fingers digging in slightly. “But it will be worth it,” he said. “Watching you on your knees while my dad is j







