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Carissa's POV “I know he harmed you once,” Mom went on “but I’ve also seen the way he stares at you now. It’s not the same.” I looked down, thinking about some days back when Dylan came by with a tiny box of treats and a bunch of white flowers—not for any reason special but just cause, he said "I just want you to know I picked you. Each day" "He's different, Mom," I said at last. "And... I've changed also. It feels like we’re seeing each other again as new forms of us." Mom smiled, then reached for my hand. In that case, I’ll always be on your side. But you have to care for your heart. Don’t ever miss what it’s trying to say to you. I nodded slowly. That afternoon went by in a nice quiet. We sat on the yard seat, letting time go without hurrying us. Since the wedding plans started,

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Carissa's POV I had not talked a lot to him since Dylan asked. Not out of rage or unease but because we both understood, the things that stay unspoken can be more noisy than words. I put the picture back in its box—not for forget it, but to respect it. I couldn’t take all things into the future, could I? Some things have to be left in the past—with grace. That night, mom came in to my room with a tiny plate of her made-at-home pandan sponge cake. “Tired?” she asked gently. I moved my head, then waved for her to sit next to me. She patted my hair like she did when I was small. "Marriage ain't about how big the wedding day is, Carissa," she said. "It’s about how you and him pick to keep looking each other in the eye, even when the world spins fast around you." I stayed quiet. Listening. She s

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Carissa's POV The days before the wedding felt like walking on a thin line. There was a soft buzz that calmed me, but sometimes, a hidden shake would pop up and rattle me out of nowhere. I had begun to be okay with seeing Dylan at Mom’s place. He’d arrive early, help set up the seats, or just talk with Mom in the kitchen about old dishes I used to skip. This morning, the rain came down softly, tapping on the window like a quiet word from long ago. I sat by the living room window, holding a hot cup of jasmine tea, watching drops collect on the leaves. From the kitchen, I could hear Dylan’s voice mix with Mom’s laugh. Oddly, the sound felt soothing. Like all those awkward lines that were between us had melted away. Not long later, Dylan came out from the kitchen holding two little plates of sweets—cake and rolls. “Mom said to pay you with these,” he said as he sat in f

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Carissa's POV I went down the stairs, holding a bag full of a cloth, a tiny book, and a water jar. Mom looked out from the room and gave a tiny nod. “Be careful, okay?” she said. Dylan opened a car door for me—something I’d only seen in movies, yet it still warmed my heart every time he did it. We didn’t talk right away as the car began to move. Soft music from the radio filled the quiet between us. “Where do we go?” I asked softly, breaking the hush as we went by a road with trees covered by rain trees. “There is a spot outside of town, close to an hour away. I went there when I needed to think.” I nodded. “Thank you for taking me.” He looked at me, then faced his eyes back to the way. “I want you to see that piece of me too, Carissa. The calm part. The one I don’t alw

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Carissa's POV I did not reply fast. But Mom always saw. I gazed down, slowly turning the cup in my hand. "Dylan… he is nice. He tries to see me, even when I don’t know how to say what I mean. But, Mom, what if one day I can’t love him like he should be loved?" My mom sighed then got up and sat next to me. Her hand softly moved to my shoulder “You don’t have to know the answer now Carissa. Marriage isn't about full surety. It’s about wanting to grow together." I looked at her. "Love ain't only about falling and feeling comfy always. Sometimes love is a tough job. Sometimes, you gotta wake up and pick love even when the heart feels uncertain." I took a big breath. Her words were nice, but they still left lots of quiet in my head. After mom went out of the room, I laid down, looking at the ro

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I saw Dylan's writing on a little bit of paper. “For you Carissa. Because you're the light in all this uncertainty. I won’t say everything will be simple but I promise I’ll always hold your hand even when dark comes again. Until forever okay?” I stood still. My hands shook a bit as I felt the chain. Not since it was fancy—not at all. But since I knew Dylan wasn’t the soft-hearted sort, and this note… were his way of being strong “I have to wear this necklace,” I whispered. Raihan smiled. “Want me to help?” I shook my head a little so he could put it around my neck. When the tiny charm hit my skin, it felt like Dylan was holding me, even if he wasn’t really there . “Dylan has changed a lot, hasn’t he?” Raihan said after a bit. I turned to him. &ldquo

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Carissa's POV I took a big breath, put my cup on the table by the bed, and slowly got up. My bare feet felt the cold wood floor. I liked that feeling—a bit sharp but true. Like a sign that I was still here in my life which had now changed... yet strange, I felt more at calm than any time before. I went to the window and mo͏ved the curtain a bit. Outside, the yard looked plain but my eyes spotted a little pot of lavender Dylan had put in two weeks before. “So a house smells good,” he’d said. I giggled softly, recalling the look on his face as he tried to seem serious while putting it in. Who would’ve guessed that the guy I once only saw as a chill and strange coworker would now be the person I think of first every morning? I went down to the kitchen and began to make something for lunch. Not since I was hungry, but more to fill the silence in my head. Sometimes, I look at the wal

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Carissa's POV I looked at the piece of sponge cake. Like it was easier to answer than the question before. "I don't know mom but if he comes maybe it's a good sign. A sign that he and I have ended things peacefully." Mom shook her head. “I just don’t want you to leave a part of your heart in the past when you're moving into your future.” I got what she said. And truthfully, I had already accepted it. The bond I once believed would go on forever just needed some time—time for me to really see it for what it was. Raihan wasn’t right for me. And I wasn’t right for him. “Did Dylan phone before?” Mom asked her tone lighter now. I smiled a bit. “Yeah. He asked which ring I want to wear he said he already picked a design but still wanted my thought.” “Hmm... nice idea,&rdquo

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Carissa's POV "We got a lot of days coming," Dylan said. "Days when you may not feel like chatting too much. Days when I might want time alone. Days when we help each other out. And days when we just sit quietly... but now we’re still on the same side." I shook my head slowly. "You see? Today I don’t want long replies. I don’t want big promises. Just being here with you—like this—it’s enough to make me feel sure" Dylan tilted his head and gazed at me. “Sure of what?” “That you are home.” His grin showed up slowly. He held my hand more tight like putting his promise in our fingers. Not needing to say anything else I knew we had both made a choice. The day went on. Night came close with no sound, no fuss, and no shocks. Just two folks sitting in calm knowing, in a home not yet truly theirs but already feeling

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Carissa's POV I sat on the side of the bed, looking at my hands linked together. The ring on my hand showed the soft light from the lamp in the room, making a small shadow on the ground. It was a long day and even if we took just a few little steps together, my heart still felt like a little boat moving on an easy lake! Quiet but shaky. Dylan had just gone out of the room a little while ago after phoning his mom. He said he’d return in five minutes but in those five minutes my mind had already floated far and wide. I leaned low and took a light blue box from the drawer next to the bed. Inside was a little pin—a plain frangipani bloom—that Mom had once gifted me. She said she put it on when Dad asked her to marry him. I wasn’t certain if I would wear it on my wedding day but for some reason today, I just wanted to open the box and keep that memory near again "You still like frangipani,

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