บททั้งหมดของ Marked by destiny: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Dear diary, it's now been two years since my parents passed away. And even though I still don't feel ready to accept it, it's become my duty to take back control of my life. My older sister left, abandoning me alone with my two little brothers: Mathias, 5 years old, and Elhoïme, 10. For the past year, I've been juggling two jobs to pay the rent, feed my brothers, pay for their school, their clothes... and sometimes, a few toys, when I can afford it. Between breaks or late at night, I take small online courses. Nothing major, but enough to hope for a better job. Maybe even, one day, go back studying law, like I always dreamed. Sometimes, I just want to quit. To run away, like my sister did. I feel like i'm suffocating in this tiny appartment, haunted by nightmares where I taste a freedom I'll never truly have. I want to go far away, leave everything behind. But every single time I meet Elhoïme's gaze, every SINGLE time Mathias smiles at me, I remember why I'm still standing. S

Dear Diary, You’ll never guess who just moved into the house across the street. I’ll keep it short: Brian Glesias. Yes, that Brian Glesias — the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He has dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes that remind me of the beaches in Haiti, and a perfectly scruffy three-day beard. Don’t even get me started on those sculpted arms. Just looking at him makes me feel weak inside, like my whole body melts and my heart starts doing gymnastics. Yes, dear diary, I have to confess — I find him breathtakingly beautiful. But I haven’t even told you how long I’ve known him... or why seeing him again makes my heart flutter like this. You see, his mother and mine used to be best friends. They had known each other since elementary school and grew up inseparable. Eventually, they both got married — to two very different types of men. My dad — rest his soul — was a kind, sensitive, hardworking man... but poor. Brian’s father, on the other hand, was wealthy,

Dear Journal, You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you. Honestly, I can barely believe it myself. But let me catch my breath and start from the beginning. A week ago, I had dinner with Brian — you already know about that. I told you everything. And honestly, when I think back on it now, my feelings are... complicated. After he left that night, my heart felt heavy. Like someone had tied a brick to my chest. I put the boys to bed, took a long bath, and laid down for a nap. In my dream, I was walking through a red desert. Thick red smoke hung in the air, and the sand beneath my feet felt warm and strangely familiar. Three enormous moons lit up the sky, and even though the place was strange, I felt at peace there — like I belonged. I was wearing a white dress and could'nt bring myself to not look at the sky, it was so beautiful, a place I seemed to know, a place my soul could'nt forget. Where was I? Where was this place? I couldn't tell, I could'nt seem to remember and this place d