Novel & Cerita A Gentle Reminder

And truth is stubborn. One notification stayed longer than the others. Peaches ❤️ The heart beside the name was quiet but loud. Diamond’s breathing slowed. Not panic. Just awareness. She stared at the screen. It lit again. Peaches ❤️: I miss you already. Already. Miss usually follows presence. Not friendship. Diamond’s fingers moved before fear could argue. She unlocked the phone. Not aggressively. Gently. Like someone opening a door they already knew would hurt. The chat opened.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Hey. The message sent. I ended the night without a response.

(Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem, Mr. Prospect. I thought I could count on you. Bye If yes, That’s awesome Mr. Prospect. I am just inviting few reliable people for this experience. Can I count on you not disappointing me on Saturday by 3pm? If yes… I knew I could count on you. See you on Saturday by 3pm. Bye BELOW IS WHAT YOU WILL USE AS REMINDER CALL **** Call Mr. Prospect up on ...... and say this.

It'd be nice to know that someone is reading this. Xoxo ~~~~~~~

Simon leaned forward, forearms braced on his thighs. “I thought if I gave it space, it would fade. That I’d wake up one morning and it would just… not hurt.” His thumb rubbed unconsciously at the edge of his phone. “But I saw something today that reminded me of her, and it was like—” he snapped his fingers once, sharp in the quiet room, “—like no time passed at all.” On the other end, Damon sighed — not annoyed, not surprised. Just heavy with understanding. “Have you talked to her?”

Be careful. "...."

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Not gentle. Precise. Intentional. “If you want a massage…” I muttered quietly, almost to myself, “…I’ll give you one.” Let’s see who gets tired first… don’t blame me when you regret this, I thought, a small smile formed on my face.

My few clothes didn't even fill half the racks, leaving wide, empty gaps. I reached for the hidden pocket at the bottom of my bag. My fingers brushed against the familiar texture, and I pulled it out. It was my sliver of wood. It was a simple, thin wooden rod. It wasn't decorated or special to look at. But as I held it, I felt my heart rate finally start to slow down. I called it my Reminder. I tucked it away on the top shelf, hidden behind a pile of sweaters. I needed it close. Because the Reminder was the only thing that kept my head clear. It was the only thing that kept me from forgetting who I really was and what men were capable of.