"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love."Washington Irving~She is Taylor, his Taylor. He declares as he stares at her.His eyes cannot be playing tricks on him, can they? He knew he didn't even have much to drink compared to other days, he just had a few bottles, but if he's seeing things, then that means he's doomed, lost without recovery. He prays that it will not be like one of the many dreams of Taylor he's had to wake up from in the past years, how frustrated he had been then.Longing for her, craving her, but not having her, he'd wake up some night certain what he'd seen was real, but only to be reminded of the reality that it wasn't. Those were his nightmare, his hell and his torture, being genuinely happy only to be thrust ba

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”Anais Nin~.Keenan's POV“We should go,” Taylor’s voice cuts our discussion short and we both turn to her, but her eyes remains on me, and I can tell she's getting bored out with watching me and Rory exchange greeting, “if we want to have lunch before picking Reign up from school.”Rory brow furrows as he gets a little lost in her words and like always his curiosity gets the best of him and he immediately asks. “Who’s Reign?”Taylor's eyes leave mine and move to him with a neutral expression and she replies. “She’s our daughter.”The blood on Rory's face vanishes and he stares at both of us in utmost surprise and even though my conscience is screaming to not partake in this outrageous act, there is nothing I can do about it now.Taylor is in the right place of telli

"We all have our 'good old days' tucked away inside our hearts, and we return to them in daydreams like cats to favorite armchairs."Brian Carter~She stares at me silently for a while and her face as usual is blank and I begin to wonder if she's ever going to reply to my question and then all of a sudden, her face breaks into a wide smile and she nods "Yes, Yes I will marry you, Rory."I am incredibly happy and I do not know where I should even begin. I haven't felt this much joy in a long time and my whole being jiggle in excitement as she gives me her hand and I slide the ring unto her ring finger before bringing it to my lips and placing a soft and delicate kiss on it. I get up and claim her lips in mine, just like I hope to make her completely for the rest of our lives.I don't know why fate decided to give me an

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love."Washington Irving~Her eyes flare angrily, but there is still surprise and awareness that I know the truth about Reign now. "Reign will never be your daughter." she spits out in disgust before going upstairs and the men drag me out."Let me go! Hey! Let me go!" I struggle and I yell at the men who were pulling me out of my house, but they don't listen to me, neither do they stop until I am brought outside the gate. Without uttering a word to me, they return inside and shut the gate to my face.I slam my hand hard on the gate yelling "Taylor!!!" at the top of my voice, and "I know you can hear me, we can talk about this, we need to talk about this please!" but no one se

“You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel.”Anonymous ~Rory regained consciousness at the early hours of the day and the first faces he sees aren't those he had expected, nevertheless, he is happy to see Phoebe at the side of his bed with her hand in his. She's resting her head on the side of the bed and she seems to be sleeping.On the other side of the room is a long resting chair and on it is Jack, Keenan and his father Henry, each preoccupied with their own assignments. Jack is wearing white long sleeves and brown trousers, his eyes are fixed on his wife as his right fingers roll the ring on the left ring finger, Keenan who's wearing a red T-shirt and a blue Jean seems to be watching something on his laptop which is currently sitting on his laps. Henry's head is resting backwa