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Carissa's POVDylan's eyes trembled, but he said nothing more. In my room, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about the days to come. I could imagine Raihan's smile when he finally said his vows. I could imagine Amira's small tears that might fall when she officially became part of our family. I also imagined Dylan by my side, standing among a large family who would probably wonder who he was. I didn't know how he would answer, I didn't know how I would explain. But I knew one thing: I wanted him to be there, no matter what. I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes. There was a small prayer I kept repeating to myself: may I have enough strength to face all of this. May Dylan also have enough courage to finally trust me. Because I didn't want to just be a happy witness for others. I also wanted, one day, to feel the same way, with him. Tha

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Dylan's POV The walk to Raihan's house wasn't long, but it felt longer than usual to me. I sat next to Carissa while she talked about Amira, about how Raihan thought his future wife was so patient. I listened, smiling slightly, but deep inside I felt a tension I couldn't contain. I wondered if Carissa realized that every time she said the word "home," a part of me trembled. Because I know, home, for ordinary people, is a simple thing. But for me, the word was always heavy, filled with shadows of the past. When we arrived, a bustle greeted us. The house wasn't large, but it was warm. People were moving about, arranging chairs, straightening tablecloths, hanging small decorations on the walls. I stood for a moment in front of the fence, letting Carissa go first. Raihan immediately appeared, his face beaming. That smile, I noticed, was very similar to Carissa's, genuine, genuine. He hugged his brother tightly,

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Dylan's POV I chuckled. "If you had fallen, I would have been in trouble." She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head with a smile. "You always talk like that, as if every little thing can be a big deal to you." I didn't answer. There were so many things I wanted to say, but they all felt too heavy for the atmosphere. So I just lowered my head, helping to roll up the remaining fabric. The other relatives were getting used to my presence. Some even greeted me briefly, asking where I was from, what I did for work, simple things. I answered as needed, nothing more. Luckily, they didn't press me. Carissa often returned to me, making sure I wasn't left out. Sometimes she'd just hand me a glass of water, sometimes she'd ask me to sit for a moment, sometimes she'd take my hand to help me choose which ribbon would be best hung on the wall. Small things, but they made

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Dylan's POV I complied, taking several more pictures until he ran away with his camera back. A small laugh escaped my lips, something I rarely let out without restraint. From a distance, Carissa watched. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her smile faint. I just shrugged, pretending not to notice, but deep inside I felt a warmth that was hard to explain. The event proceeded without any strict rules. There was no official schedule, no complicated protocols. People ate, sat, and then chatted. Occasionally, someone would play a song on the guitar; the sound might have been off-key, but it made everything feel more lively. I sat on a chair near the courtyard, staring at the small lights strung from the trees. The wind carried the aroma of food—rice, side dishes, and sweet cakes. I just sipped my drink, trying to immerse myself in the simple bustle. Raihan approached and patted m

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Dylan's POV Amira glances at me, giving me a polite smile. I returned it with a small node. We didn't have a long conversation, but I could feel the warmth she brought. I understood why Raihan had chosen her. It wasn't because Amira was flashy, but because she brought a sense of calm, something perhaps more valuable than anything else. The music changed. A young man sat with a guitar, strumming an old song everyone recognized. Voices began to sing along, some half-notes, some just murmuring. But that's the beauty of it, no one was trying to be perfect. I stepped aside for a moment to get some fresh air. The chandeliers swayed in the breeze, their light dancing on the ground. Children were still running around, although some were already yawning. From a distance, I see Raihan and Amira sitting side by side on a lounge chair. They didn't say much, only occasionally glancin

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Carissa's POV The air on the journey felt different. There were still lingering laughs, music, and chatter from the party lingering in my ears, but in the car it was just Dylan and me. Silence didn't mean cold, rather, it was like a space that let all my feelings hang, waiting for the first person to dare to express them. My hands played with the small ribbon I'd used to wrap the gift. It was already tangled, but for some reason I didn't want to let go. Dylan glanced over occasionally, as if wanting to speak, then returned his focus to the road. "Tired?" he finally asked. I shook my head, though my shoulders felt heavy. "No. I'm actually happy." "Happy to see Raihan?" I smiled slightly. "Yes. He looks whole. More whole than before. I'm relieved." Dylan didn't answer right away. I could see his jaw tighten, as if he was holding back something. I w

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Carissa's POV I woke up later than usual. The bed was still warm beside me, a sign that Dylan hadn't moved long ago. From the kitchen came faint sounds, plates touching, spoons scraping against glasses. I smiled slightly, got up, and walked over. Dylan was pouring hot water into two cups. His back was straight, but his movements were slow, as if he was careful not to make a loud noise. “It’s rare for you to go first,” I said, sitting down in the chair. He glanced over briefly, a faint smile appearing. “Take turns. You looked tired last night.” I chuckled. “I’m not that strong. Talking a lot, laughing a lot, can actually make you tired.” “Seems,” he replied briefly, then placed the cup in front of me. The aroma of tea wafted warmly. I stared at the steam rising, feeling a comfortable, if slightly awkward, sil

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Carissa's POV Dylan left early today. The shirt he’d ironed the night before still clung to his shoulders, his hair neatly combed, his face focused. I could only watch from the dining table as he sipped his coffee, his steps occasionally hurried as if something were chasing him. “I’ll go now,” he said curtly. I nodded, trying to hide my mixed feelings. “Be careful, okay?” He paused briefly in front of the door, looking at me as if wanting to add something. But then he just smiled faintly, then left. The door closed softly, leaving a long silence. I sat in the chair for a long time, staring at his coffee cup, still faintly steaming. There was a part of me that wanted to chase him, hug him from behind, tell him I could be his home anytime. But there was also a part that chose to remain silent, to let Dylan have his space. Since Raiha

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Carissa's POV I just smiled faintly, staring at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. My hair was wet, sticking to my skin. The faint circles under my eyes were becoming more visible. “But your hair is nice,” she said again, “thick, easy to manage. It’s just a bit dry at the end. You straighten it often.” I turned my head slightly. “Rarely. I tie it up more often. Sometimes I forget to use vitamins.” “Yeah, that’s normal. Most people do that. We’ll give it vitamins to make it softer. It’s a shame to let your hair dry out if it’s long.” I took a deep breath. “Yes, you can. Thanks.” There was a moment of silence. I felt strange because I usually don't like to talk much during treatments. But there was something about the

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Carissa's POV I paused for a moment in front of the door, feeling the cool air from the slowly rotating fan. My heart felt as if I had just found something I had been searching for.“Welcome,” a woman’s soft voice greeted me. She stood behind the counter, wearing a simple cream-colored apron. Her smile was friendly, her eyes serene.I nodded slowly.“Hello. The flowers are beautiful.”“Please take a look around. If anything catches your eye, let me know.”I walked slowly, down the small aisle between the shelves. My eyes moved from one flower to another. There was something serene about the room. It was as if the world outside had stopped for a moment, replaced by a mix of colors and fragrances.My hand stopped on a white rose. Its petals were tight and soft. I imagined it on the table in the living room. But I felt hesitant, roses were too formal, too full of symbols I might not be ready to embrace.I shifted, and my eyes fell on a sunflower. The yellow was so bright, the stem sturd

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