05/04/2057 - Thirty years later.[ Vision of Aya Stevens ] I am very happy, we are celebrating thirty years of marriage. My grandchildren, nephews and godchildren come to spend the vacations with me. I have six grandchildren, two nephews and four godchildren.Luanie, Luciana and Luan are Maike's children with Felipa, they are triplets and they are seven years old, they are lovely children, the girls are identical, the only difference is that one is blonde like their mother and the other is brunette like their father, both have blue eyes inherited from their mother. Luan is different from the girls only in that his hair is much shorter than theirs and is very black, inherited from me, and his eyes are dark, also inherited from his dear little voice, which in this case is me. Andrew and Katherine are the quietest of all, children of Emma and Henry. Katherine is the eldest, she is nine years old and is the face of her father Henry in the female version, her hair
02/04/2027 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. "Aya Millenis, do you take Iuri Stevens to be your husband, to honor and respect him, in joy and in sorrow, in wealth and in poverty, in health and in sickness, promising fidelity until death do you part?" She smiled at the pastor's question, with all eyes focused on us. My fiancée looked at me, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes, a wide smile on her face, warming my heart with joy. I never thought I would experience this moment, a dream I believed would never materialize outside the realm of imagination—a world I had created when I was six years old. I never imagined that one day, the facade of my cold, selective persona would be shattered by the very woman I had imagined to shield myself from others. Throughout my life, I have been in love with only one woman—the woman who held my world together when it was falling apart, later tearing it apart herself, and then, after several more years, rebuilding it once again. Our journ
01/28/2006 - New York, Manhattan, Central Park. I tightly clasp my small, shell-shaped hands together, raising them to my mouth to blow warm air into them. The bitter cold is evident as I watch the hot breath escape in white vapor. My gloves, dark blue in color, offer some protection against the chill. I walk through the park at a slow pace, despite being six years old already. I have no friends to play with in the snow, or engage in any other games. It's a sad reality that those who approach me only do so to ridicule and laugh. I've never quite understood why, which is why I keep my words to a minimum. I can't fathom why children are unkind to me, always playing cruel tricks that leave me feeling excluded and melancholic. My mother converses with a friend, both seated on a bench a few meters behind me. Mrs. Millenis appears to be quite kind, although she doesn't smile often. I've spoken to her only once before; my mother mentioned that she has two daughters who are only slightly o
10/05/2019 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. [ Iuri Stevens' Vision] Once again I wake up late, I forgot to alarm the wake up call yesterday, I spent the night watching anime. When I went to sleep it was after four in the morning, and now it's exactly ten past seven, I only have twenty minutes to get to school. I look in the mirror, nothing has changed, my face is full of pimples, my body is slender, my height is average. My eyes are full of dark circles under my eyes, I have been marathon anime for a week, but I don't care. I grab my backpack on top of the chair at the computer table and throwing it over my shoulder I run down the steps of the stairs, with quick steps I follow to the pantry and meet the housekeeper. "Good morning Iuri" Mrs. Lueni greets me.
10/05/2019 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. [ Aya Millenis' Vision] " - What the hell is up with your family? They not only disrespect me, but they make me their toy, I make others a toy, I don't want to be one! - Livius I speaks to Nike." "Are you going to miss the schedule, Aya?" I turn my attention away from the large glass screen attached to the water green wall when I hear my older sister's voice. I stare at her for a few seconds without understanding, she just raised her eyebrows without saying a word to me, and as if a light shining in the back of my mind I remember school, I look at the clock on the wall and see it marking seven-five in the morning, I stare wide-eyed, I've been watching this anime all night and I haven't even done my homework and
[ Iuri Stevens' Vision] It's lunch time, the first five hours have gone on boring as usual, I've seen these issues, so I don't need to stay focused on class, I can keep losing myself in my fantasies that maybe there is some slightest possibility that Aya will accept my request to be her date at the summer dance. I pack my things in my backpack and out of the corner of my eye I notice Aya walking slowly out of the classroom. "Come on man, take advantage that she is alone," George says slapping me on the back. "Let me just pack my stuff," I say, quickly putting away the missing things in my backpack, "Wish me luck." A nervous smile stamps my face, my fingers tremble just for the expectation. I turn and start walking out of the room. "Go for it bro!" I can hear the sound of his laughter before I walk through the blue door of the room. I feel my heart racing fast in my chest, I've never done anything so risky, I have no experience with girls, my father has never talked to me either,
"18/05/2019 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. [Iuri Stevens' Vision] "It's been exactly eight days, I was so discouraged that I couldn't even concentrate on anime anymore to finish my marathon. I feel tired, I look at the clock and it strikes seven-thirty in the morning. I don't want to go to school; today is Friday, and now there's only one week left until the prom." "Son?" my father enters my room without knocking on the door. He knows I don't like this; I value privacy, but both he and my mother seem to do this just to drive me crazy. I take a deep breath and sit up in bed. He walks further into my room, and I look at him quickly and am surprised to see him not dressed in his suit. His outfit is a navy blue polo shirt and beige shorts, with sandals. It is not a common look; he is always in his suit with his hair perfectly aligned. "Hi, Dad," I answer quietly, but I know he heard me. He sits beside me on the bed, curves his spine, and rests his elbows on his knees and his
[Gustam Stevens' Vision] After the ice hockey game, I feel broken, but it was good. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been out, just me and my son, alone. Now I'm at the office, since I didn't go to the company, I need to streamline as much as possible at home. I look at the clock on the computer screen, and it is seven o'clock at night. This is the time my wife and I usually get home." "How was the conversation with our son?" - my wife enters the office, just in time. I hear the noise of the door being locked and the sound of her thin heels on the floor. "Two news items, dear." - I close the open folders on the computer and then turn it off, turning the chair around and facing Carmen. I watch as Carmen lets go of her bun, her hair falls like waterfalls down her back, and in stride she comes toward me and sits on my lap. I squeeze her waist and kiss my wife. "Working without you is extremely boring, love, the good stuff only happens when you're there," she says slyly