Passion

William Myers is absolutely crazy. He has proven this tonight. He took my words as a challenge and with that, sped through the road like a maniac. All I could do was hold on to my seat and pray for safety. I do have to admit that it was thrilling. At first I had threatened to end his life if he didn't slow down and instead of listening to me, he went on and increased the speed. By the time we arrived at my house, I was calling him names such as maniac, idiot and psycho. This amused him of course, as if I had said something funny. He must have enjoyed watching me freak out. Anyway, it was not all bad and now I had to make up for next time. Anyway, the easy mood that had occurred didn't last, when we spotted his mother's car. The fact that she was at my house unsettled me. Concern more than curiosity took over, when both our mothers came out of the house at the same time. My eyes immediately went to my mother, observing her and wanting to confirm with my very own eyes how she

Last Updated : 2025-03-12

Isn't it a little too late to call?

WILLIAM'S P.O.V' You're not staying.' Those words alone had gripped on him so tightly, he had trouble sleeping that night.He'd made promises to her out of desperation. He wanted her to believe him, to believe in him to make things right and bring about solutions for her troubles. He'd lost out on a chance to grow up beside her and spend time in her presence and each time he got reminded of this, his heart ached. When he'd made those promises, to be there for her and know that she wasn't alone, his heart had taken over and his heart had spoken. He wanted her to feel his words and recieve them, to store them deep within her and never let go. But then she uttered those words , shutting down every attempt to make her understand him. Yes, he had held her close, something he selfishly let himself be in that moment for.He couldn't deny how right it felt and now he couldn't stop thinking about it.He did have many regrets, most that centred around her.Gosh, he felt desperate to be some

Last Updated : 2025-03-24

I'm here for you and you only.

It is a Friday morning when I walk in on my mother, looking quite distracted. She's staring off into the distance, her tea long forgotten. What ever is in mind has consumed parts of her, that she hasn't felt my eyes on her. So what do I do? I continue on watching her.My mother has always been a beautiful woman, with her shoulder length dark brown hair, tanned almost golden skin that tells a story of being outdoors more than anything. I remember how much I loved kissing her cheeks when I was young, because of her soft skin. With her nurturing presence, despite how strict she was towards me at times, I still found myself falling asleep in her embrace. Yes, I liked following my father around when I could because I enjoyed our little outings or invented adventures. With Mom however, her presence felt like home.It saddens me that after the passing of my dad, things have somewhat changed between us. An invincible fence exists between us, that doesn't allow for us to fall back into that fl

Last Updated : 2025-03-29

It's an invitation.

He follows me without a word, his footsteps almost matching mine except mine feel a little unsteady. I'm nervous, I think that's a given. I'm trying to not show it but with Liam, I feel like he can pick up on it.He's been able to do that on different occasions.We reach the living room and I take a much needed breath before I turn around to face him. That's when he stops right infront of me, a few feet be exact. There's tension arising in the room, I can feel it but I don't want it.I want there to be understanding and calmness when we talk, even I am willing to listen. Misunderstandings have been the root of many of our arguments, but today I want there to be a difference.I admit that I want us to be on good terms. Arguing is exhausting, especially when it comes from a place of misunderstanding. I hold out the envelope and when he finally takes it, I wait with bated breath for him to speak.He doesn't, well not immediately. He only sneaks a look inside the envelope before he looks

Last Updated : 2025-04-06

All Chapters of IN THE MIDST OF MY LOVE.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

Passion

Isn't it a little too late to call?

I'm here for you and you only.

It's an invitation.