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2025-11-07 04:46:13Julian's POV
The night grows deeper. All of the lights in the hallway fade, leaving behind a soft glow.Maximilian's room is where Ophelia speaks softly as she reads him a story. Why?She emits a gentle, rhythmically slow sound that sounds like hypnotic dreamtromance.Through the small opening, I am watching my son's door from afar. The tiger-like creature holding his favorite pet is already making Maximilian feel sleepy. Ophelia pulls the blanket up to his chest with a smile
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Julians POVDylan. Pulled me into the room. The billiard table was all set, with bottles of alcohol lined up and smoke coming from a people's hands. I did not touch anything. I even refused the cigarette that Dylan usually handed me out of habit.We had barely started playing for five minutes when one of them said, "Hey why are you not drinking? Are you sick or something?"I just shook my head.Someone else said, "No cigarettes ? What is going on? Did you stop drinking and smoking?"Dylan cut in quickly which made me look at him. "Julian is just taking care of his health. He is going to be a father."The whole room erupted.Everyone was saying things like "What? Seriously?" and "Second kid?" and "Congratulations, Julian!"They all came up to me patting my back and hitting my shoulder to congratulate me. The room was really loud. Someone yelled for the bartender to bring out drinks to celebrate.I stood there
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Julian's POV I let out a long breath and closed my eyes.If I go to see her now, what will I do? Stand at her door and say I'm going to be a dad again? That my life is going in a way that may take me from her for good?Her face showed up again. Thinner now, but still trying to grin. Her look always calm even when she was stopping pain.She never asked anything from me.That’s what makes this even harder.Ophelia, on the flip side, asks. I want to be sure. I need you here. Now holds a task that isn't big.I saw my own hands. The hands that once took Vivienne's in the room when Maximilian was born. The same hands that may now need to hold Ophelia's in͏ that same room some months from now.What kind of life is this?I got up fast and started walking around the room. The coat I had on felt too close, too binding. I yanked off my tie and tossed it onto a desk.“Why now?” I muttered in frustration.
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Julian’s POVMy head felt like it was stuffed with heavy fog. Since coming back to the office this afternoon, I haven’t been able to pay attention to anything. The papers on my desk were just stuff I looked at without really seeing. Figures, reports, plans they all went by me without sense.What’s making my head spin isn’t work anymore.Not even exhaustion from lack of sleep.But Ophelia is pregnant.I leaned back in a chair, rubbing my head softly. Somehow, it seemed like the whole world was closing in, pushing against ͏my chest from all sides.How did this happen?We were always careful. Extremely careful.All this time, I never thought of that chance. Not even in my dreams!But yesterday, Doctor John said it with surety.Two months pregnant.That means it took place just after our big clash. When I was trying to mend a bond that was close to breaking. When I was still working hard to ke
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Vivienne's POV I had never given myself time for things like that before. My life used to revolve around Maximilian, work, the house and then hospital corridors. There was no space for art that came from my heart. Everything was too full.Now in the middle of pain and loneliness that space existed.Space to get to know me.Perhaps the real me, the one who had never had the chance to surface.I held the flyer a little tighter, feeling it as a spark of hope.“This weekend." I murmured softly. "If my body is strong enough I’ll go.”The wind blew gently again brushing the ends of my hair and making me smile more. The sea seemed to be encouraging me. The world seemed to be saying there were still things for me to see even if everything had felt so dark not long ago.I looked at the flyer again. I read every word carefully afraid the letters might change if I blinked long. Art ExhibitionThe sea and s
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Vivienne's POV I didn’t feel jealous of them.I just felt different.My hand unconsciously touched my stomach. Not because it hurt. Just a reflex. This body had endured much in the past few months: needles, medication, nausea, sleepless nights. It was still here with me.“Thank you." I whispered softly to myself.The wind blew again a bit stronger this time. The plastic bags rustled beside me. I turned toward the sea stretching across the road. Its color had changed as the sun rose higher. The pale bluish this morning is now brighter and more alive.I remembered the painting I had made earlier. The blue strokes not yet fully dry, the tilted horizon line. The ocean on my canvas looked restless. With light at its edge.Maybe that was what I was learning now life didn’t have to return to what it used to be to have meaning.My phone vibrated softly inside my bag. My heart jumped for a second as a reflex whenever the
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Viviennes POVI grabbed my small bag, the one I usually took when I had to step out for a bit and checked that my wallet, phone and mask were inside. My breathing was a bit heavy. I could still go on. I had to go to the minimarket. I couldn’t wait for Julian to come at the end of the week. On days like this I had to stand on my own.As I closed the apartment door the sea breeze hit my face. The familiar salty smell calmed me down a bit. I walked slowly down the stairs. Each step echoed through my weak body but I kept going.The minimarket was a three-minute walk from the apartment building but today it felt longer. My head throbbed a bit, not pain tired. It was like my body was asking me to go and lie down.If I didn’t go now I wouldn’t have enough drinking water for today. The doctor had reminded me many times that hydration was crucial after chemotherapy.When the minimarket door opened, a cool air from the air conditioner washed over me. I
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