The next morning, I woke with a jolt, the memory of Seb's kiss still lingering on my lips. My heart raced as I relived the moment over and over in my mind, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. But amidst the joy and uncertainty, there was a nagging fear that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts – what if Seb regretted the kiss?Without a second thought, I slipped out of bed and hastily made my way to my art studio, the need to distract myself from my racing thoughts overwhelming. As I picked up my paintbrush and began to lose myself in the swirls of colour on the canvas, I tried to push aside the doubts that threatened to consume me.But my attempts at distraction were short-lived, as the sound of hurried footsteps approaching drew me out of my reverie. Before I could react, the door burst open, and Seb stood before me, his expression a mix of anger and concern."Lily! Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration.I b
As we settled back after our little outing, from the office to lunch, we found ourselves in front of the television. An itch to reach for the remote and switch to my favorite show nagged at me, yet I couldn't summon the courage. Something felt off, and I couldn't shake the feeling. How had our relationship shifted so drastically? There was a time when I'd fiercely battle for the remote, insisting on my preferred program over his boring football matches. But now, I sat frozen, silently wishing he would go and work on his laptop.“Bee, what's the score?” he suddenly asked, looking at me with questioning eyes. I put on a face and tried to tell him what the score was, but I didn't understand the cryptic symbols on the screen. Even when he shouted at the screen, presumably because his team was winning, I wasn't paying attention."I think your team is clearly winning," I said with uncertainty but confidently nevertheless. He smiled at me and then pointed at the screen. “Well, as much as I l
Sebastian stood near the window, gazing down at the vast city below, the office drenched in warm hues by the soft glow of the morning sun. I took a breath, standing closer to the threshold and understanding the weight of words left unspoken.Everything seemed so easy with him, and I felt comfortable with him. Even so, there was an insatiable need in me to explore his mind and discover the complexity that lived there, even despite how simple it was. It was an enormous responsibility to put myself in the shoes of a woman he might have loved. It was difficult as well as terrifying.My complex emotions darkened as I watched him stare out of the window, my complicated thoughts took a darker turn. Instead of appreciating the view, my mind raced with questions. Was he reminiscing about how he once stood with my sister at this window? Did he recall the touch of his hands on her body as she laid her hands flat on the window? Could he still envision her in this space while I stood beside him, y
The morning sun blazed brightly into our room, signaling the arrival of a new day after our wedding night. However, I couldn't be sure if I was truly prepared for what lay ahead. I lay awake, torn between wanting to escape and not being ready to confront the consequences, to witness the unexpected. I wasn't ready to see the change in his eyes, to see the realization of how his world had been turned upside down. He wouldn't see April; he would see me. I let out a deep sigh and carefully slipped out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As I glanced back at him, I couldn't help but smile, seeing him sleep so peacefully. I gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, my heart heavy with the love I felt for him. With a final look, I stepped into the bathroom to continue my morning routine.I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could, being careful not to disturb Sebastian's peaceful slumber. The grand staircase greeted me as I descended, the plush carpet beneath my f
Marrying him felt like a dream come true, but my happiness was clouded by the nagging reality that he didn't see me as his wife. In his eyes, I was still just his nerdy best friend, a role I had filled since the day we met as kids. I often reminisced about how we first crossed paths. "Playing in the garden was my favorite pastime. I didn't need my sister, April, to be with me. I could spend the whole day in the garden. On that day, while playing with my ball, it got stuck in a tree. I tried to get it, I jumped but couldn't get my ball, I watched helplessly, unable to reach it. “Why are you looking at the tree for five minutes?” a voice spoke. I was startled and turned to see a beautiful boy standing there, hands on his waist, wearing a faint teasing smile. “You can't help me, so just leave it,” I replied, not particularly fond of his teasing smile. “Try me,” he simply said, his genuine interest piquing my curiosity. You see, I was seven years old, and I didn't have any friends. Pe
The discomfort of my heels nagged at me as I took my seat, I stole a glance at the empty chair beside mine, a tangible reminder of his absence. Everything about this day felt overwhelming, and it only added to my unease As I sat there, waiting for his return, making it all the more challenging to stay composed.The thought that he hadn't shared his feelings with me since my sister's abrupt departure gnawed at my mind like a persistent worry. I knew that this wedding was far from what we had anticipated, but his silence left me in a state of uncertainty, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, and the growing unease inside me made it difficult to focus on my family, friends, and the celebrations around me. I longed for the return of the man who had been my best friend since childhood, the one I had just married, and yet, felt like a stranger at that moment.The minutes dragged on, and I couldn't help but fidget