تسجيل الدخولShe looked at him immediately, she could feel the pain in her chest tightened immediately at how that sounded. There was no demands, no manipulation, no pressure it was just an honest concern and somehow that made saying yes even harder because she have never expected this new Damien to respond this way and part of her still expected the old Damien to eventually returned, the manipulator one, the selfish one, the impatient, the one who only gave attention when it benefitted him but everyday this new version of him is steady, honest, concerns, patient and he have been staying consistent. And Sophia is not fully aware of this new version or not used to this version and she no longer knows what to do with it.Okie”. She finally agreed. Damien's face showed relief instantly that she almost missed it.“Okie”?. He asked politely again just to be sure.“Just for tonight”. She nodded once.“Of course”. He smiled slightly.An hour later, Sophia went to their old bedroom, she stood frozen sta
Sophia bursted into another round of laughter to the extent she had to hold her stomach because it hurt. Damien straightened immediately.“Hey, be careful”. He warned, he was deeply concerned and the concern came instantly. Sophia noticed again.“I am okay, I am fine”. She said, reassuring him softly.But still, Damien walked over to her anyway and he rested his hand carefully against her back as he helped her sit comfortably.“You overdo it when you laugh”.“That is not medically proven”.“It is now”.This gesture felt tender and it lingered between them because sometimes this version of him still felt unfamiliar. She felt his attentiveness, his gentleness, his present. It wasn't cold or distant.Sophia had to quietly look at him as he crouched beside her.“You really looked scared all the time now”. Sophia said quietly.“Yes”. He said as he glanced at her immediately. He didn't hesitate or felt prideful, he was just being honest.“What are you scared of?..... about me?”.“Yeah. Of c
The nursery was the beginning of something neither of them had expected. They never even accepted reconciliation yet but it was just only cooperation and strangely that even felt more intimate.Three days later, Sophia stood in the middle of the room, she crossed her arms lightly over her chest as Damien struggled with the paint samples spread across the floor.“Why do you dislike all the colors?. You don't even like any of them”. He asked.“I dislike most of them because the colors are not appealing.” She replied softly, frowning her face a little.“That's not encouraging. I thought you would like them”.“That looks depressing. Not good at all”. She said,pointing at one of the samples.“It's beige”.“It looks like sadness, I hate it”.Damien stared at the color cards not sure why she hated most of the colors. His face looks confusing because he is sure of the best color to choose himself.“How do you know a color that looks emotionally exhausted and the one that looks emotionally bea
Sophia had already thought to herself that she wouldn't stay long. This was what was in her mind, that they would just look around for a brief minute, talk briefly and then Damien would drive her back to her father's house before the emotions of being here became too overwhelming.It looked simple,safe, temporary but somehow neither of them moved toward the door.The silence inside the mansion had changed and it no longer felt cold, it felt like something familiar like a place waiting to become something again.“Come with me”. Damien said as he stepped away first.Sophia looked at him carefully.“To where”? She asked softly.“You will see”.Normally, she would have refused immediately but today she is just curious.She followed him upstairs quietly, each step pulling memories from places she had tried hard to bury, the loneliness, tears, late nights, constant abuse, argument but also soft mornings, quiet moments that once meant everything and laughter.They reached the second hallway.
As she walked through those doors as a bride, crying alone in those hallways, waiting for Damien at night, begging him to choose her, packing her things after the divorce, the pain obviously lived here .“You okay”?. Damien asked softly because he noticed he was quiet and her mood changed as he watched her carefully.“No. But am I trying”. She answered honestly, drawing the fresh in and out slowly.That answer struck him harder.They both walked towards the entrance slowly, they weren't touching, they were just there. Then the front door opened, as Sophia stepped inside for the first time in months, silence greeted her.The house felt….. emptier, not physically empty but emotionally, like warmth had left it a long time ago.She moved her eyes slowly across the room, the staircase, the marble floors, the large windows; it was as if they were ghosts everywhere.“I hate this place after you left”. Damien said, his voice was quiet. He was standing behind her.“You didn't seem to”.She th
Outside the room, Sophia walked slower than usual, still holding the pictures carefully in her hands like they were glass. She stopped near the hallway window halfway. The sunlight shone softly across the images, tiny blurred photography of a little life growing inside her.“It's weird”. She whispered.Damien stood beside her quietly.“What is it”?.“I spent so long thinking my body only knows how to lose things”.His chest felt heavy immediately.“Sophia….”.“But this ….feels like maybe my body is finally trying to give something back”.Her fingers trembled against the photos as she held it far softly.There was heavy silence between them.Damien looked at her carefully.“You were never broken”. A little bitter smile touched her lips.“That's not what it felt like” .He stepped closer slowly.“Then everyone who made you feel that way was wrong”.Her eyes shifted to his and there was a brief pause between them because he included himself in that statement and they both knew it.“I







