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"Good guess. Almost close." "But you know almost doesn't cut it." I argued, feeling a little upset for not being able to simply guess his age-- His voice floated in my head to put an end to the internal argument. "No need to beat yourself up, agápi. Let's just say I'm a little above six hundred." My eyes snapped up to meet his smiling ones. "Six hundred? A little above? You're that old? I'm surprised. Which typically means you're mated already."

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

"Heyy.. I know you don't want to talk to me right now but we need to talk, i miss us and i feel terribly guilty and it keeps me up at night. Can we just talk?" His heart clenched. She sounded so sweet, so delicate, like the girl he knew in high school, so innocent yet alluring and very brilliant. He wanted to call her back and tell her that he missed them too, that it was hard to move on and that he didn't want to even after months, that occasionally he would catch her scent in the air but it never lasted long it would always drift away as soon as it came.

Not only did I survive the Arctic’s bitter cold for three months, but I gained five pounds as well. Color returned to my pasty face. The hair I lost in clumps due to anxiety had grown back with a vengeance. Tyler observed the data I had compiled and patted my shoulder emotionally. “Naomi, you’re meant to work in this field. I see the light in your eyes again.” I stared at the spectacular northern lights outside the window and smiled. That was right. I felt alive again. One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

Isaac then followed her again from behind. She turned around again, feeling annoyed with his action. She then stomped her feet walking closer towards him. "Just tell me what you want." She growled, crossing her arms. "Okay, fine. I want you to work with me." Isaac spoke straight to the point. "W-what? Work with you? Why? I don't want to." Kathilyn turned around again, but Isaac grabbed her hand before she could walk away. "This is not a choice. You have to work with me, no questions asked." Isaac spoke sternly as if he was ordering and demanding her.

“Henry! My son! You’re finally back! I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please forgive me!” I stepped back, expressionless, avoiding her embrace. She held her arms out, caught in an awkward pause. I walked to the coffee table and slammed a file down. “From the day I was born until I turned eighteen, I calculated every cent you spent on me — food, clothing, tuition, and tutoring. “The total comes to two hundred thirteen thousand six hundred dollars.” I pulled a check from my pocket and placed it next to the statement. “This is three hundred thousand dollars. Keep the change.

Sera said. “Five was learning,” Helena said. “Learning the paragraph. Learning section four and six. Learning what the engineering was and why precision mattered. Six is different. Six is the year I start understanding the shape of what I am going to build. Not building yet. Understanding what needs to be built.” “What does it need to be,” Sera said.

"Anyway, the past is behind us. Beatrice, please stop interfering in my life, alright?" Beatrice's jaw dropped, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. "What in the world are you trying to say?" "It's nothing important. I have errands to run. Please leave." Before departing, Beatrice left me with a final remark. "I do not consent to the divorce. Once I've sorted things out, I'll come back for you." With Beatrice pushed to the back of my mind, I officially began my studies in Austera. Freed from work obligations, I finally had plenty of time to spend with Parker. He slowly moved beyond the unhappiness of the past and made many new friends along the way.

I'm the one having his baby. [You really think they're headed to the villa to mourn me? Don't be stupid. I've been living there for years. ] [Today's my prenatal checkup. I casually said I wanted the whole fam there—and just like six years ago, they all came running. A few fake tears and boom, they picked me again.] [Your life's a joke.] Attached were dozens of photos—Chuck with Sharon on trips, sometimes even with my parents. Sightseeing. Vacationing. Laughing.