When success gets busy still

The house had become a place people passed through. Shoes by the door. Laptop bags on the table. Phone calls echoing through hallways. But not much time. Lisha had also found a nanny for little Ava to keep her company. Ava sat on the couch one afternoon wrapped in her small pink blanket. Her stuffed rabbit rested in her lap. Her cartoon played quietly on the television, but she barely watched it. Her small nose was red. Her breathing slightly heavy. The nanny was almost busy all the time cleaning the mess left by Lisha and Dave to pay attention to little Ava. She coughed again. “Mommy?” she called softly. But the house answered with silence. Lisha had left early that morning for a meeting with investors. Dave had already been at the bakery since 4 a.m. Ava leaned her head back against the couch. “I’m okay,” she whispered to her rabbit, copying something she had once heard her parents say. Over the next few days, the cough didn’t go away. She became quieter.

Home Control Delete

The hospital room had changed. It no longer felt like a place for recovery. It felt like a place for goodbye.Soft toys filled the corners now. Balloons floated near the ceiling. Crayon drawings were taped carefully onto the walls — crooked, colorful, full of life that didn’t match the quiet machines surrounding Ava’s bed.She looked smaller each day.But when she smiled… the whole room still lit up.The door opened gently.Gladys walked in first, her usual elegance shaken, her eyes already red. Behind her, Mr Wellis stepped in slower than usual — no sharp remarks, no clever words.Just silence.Lisha stood up immediately. “Gladys… Dad…”Gladys rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Oh my baby…” she whispered, even though Lisha was no longer a child.Mr Wellis placed a steady hand on Dave’s shoulder.No jokes and sarcasm this time around. Just a quiet squeeze.“I’m here,” he said simply.Dave nodded, unable to speak.Ava stirred slightly.“Grandma?” she said weakly.Gladys tu

For love for death

The road home felt endless. The sky was gray, matching everything inside the car. Lisha sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes swollen from crying. She hadn’t said a word since they left the cemetery.Dave drove.But he wasn’t really there.His mind replayed everything—Ava’s voice.Her small hand in his.The sound of soil hitting her coffin. The gossip about Lisha which to him was partly true.“I should have stayed home more…” he whispered.“What?” Lisha asked faintly.He didn’t answer. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.A flash of memory—Ava laughing.Ava saying, *“I’ll play with my rabbit.”*His vision blurred and a horn blared loudly. Bright lights rushed toward them.Lisha turned sharply. “Dave—!”**CRASH.**Darkness swallowed everything.Two weeks passed.The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Lisha’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Her body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to her, she was in pain .She blinked, trying to focus all

For love for death pt2

The hospital had grown quieter for Lisha. Not because the noise had disappeared but because she had finally stopped fighting it.The machines, the footsteps, the distant voices… they no longer felt overwhelming. They were just there. Like everything else she could no longer change. She sat by the window that morning, sunlight resting gently on her face. Her hands lay still in her lap.“I can’t change it…” she whispered to herself.The words hurt. But they didn’t break her this time.Across the corridor, in another room—Dave’s fingers twitched and his breathing shifted.Slowly… painfully…His eyes opened.Blurred light. A ceiling he didn’t recognize. Then memory hit him all at once.The road.The crash.Ava.His chest tightened.“Ava…” he croaked weakly.A nurse rushed in immediately. “Sir, you’re awake. Try not to move.”Dave’s eyes darted around. “My daughter—where is she?!”The nurse hesitated. That silence again. The kind that carried too much truth. Dave’s face crumpled.“No…” he

Broken bonds

The front door creaked open late that night.Dave stepped in slowly, the smell of alcohol trailing behind him. His movements were unsteady, his eyes heavy — not just from the drinking, but from everything weighing on him. Lisha sat on the couch typing on her laptop. She didn’t look up.No, *“Where were you?”*No, *“Are you okay?”*Nothing was asked but just the faint sound of keys tapping. Dave paused, watching her. For a moment, he almost said something but said nothing. The silence between them had grown too thick to break. He walked past her with no glances shared. Just two strangers crossing paths in a house that used to be a home.That night, sleep never came. Dave lay in bed staring at the ceiling.John’s voice echoed in his mind—*“You could start over…”**“Find someone else…”**“Have kids again…”*He turned and closed his eyes only to open them again . Round and round his thoughts went, like a storm with no end.By morning—He had made a decision.---Lisha stood by the door

New horizon

Ten years had passed.Time had moved on. But Lisha hadn’t. The office tower stood tall, glass reflecting the city below—a symbol of power, control, and success. At the very top floor, Lisha sat behind a massive desk.Cold and untouchable.“Those numbers don’t make sense,” she said sharply, not even looking up.Her assistant shifted nervously. “Ma’am, I thought—”“You *thought*?” Lisha cut in, her voice slicing through the room. “I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to get it right.”The assistant quickly nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll fix it immediately.”“Leave.”The door closed quietly. Lisha finally leaned back in her chair.Silence filled the room as it had always been for the past 10 years. Her office was perfect. Her life… looked perfect.But behind the glass walls and polished floors—There was nothing.Downstairs, whispers filled the air.“Did you see her this morning?”“She snapped at three people before 9 a.m.”“I heard she fired someone just for being late by five minutes.”“She’s