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I drove back to campus with the windows down, and for the first time in a year, the weight I had been carrying in my chest began to lift. At that moment, I still didn't realize what I had just received. I had no idea that the warmth in that room was the most crafted thing Richard Blancham had ever made. I had no idea he’d been practicing for years.

My living anchor He reads me like a book, the way he looked at me feels like he is memorizing every bits of me and yet, every bits of him is a lie Through the days that I am nothing he was there. Never thought that in the dark there is still a light For the past months that I am with them, they give me advices like I am their little sister, which is wrong, because I am older but they know a more and they proved a lot of things to me and right now, they proved another thing to me, and that is “All of the people around you are not true, some are just deceiving you”

(Elisa’s POV) I loved how my life turned out. One minute, I was lying beside the road with a bullet wound from people I thought were my friends, and here I was living a life of crime and loving it. I looked at my watch, realizing how late I was to get to the restaurant, and said, “I have to go. I need to run the books for my bar and restaurant.” I turned to Lorenzo and asked, “Are you coming?” I asked since he had insisted on tagging along.

It was joy, loud and messy, exactly the kind Chi wanted to hold forever. The movie played next, The Valley of a Thousand Hills. The queer love story filled the room, silence wrapping around them as everyone sank into the film’s rhythm. Discussions broke after voices overlapping with opinions, everyone comparing scenes to their own lives. Amina slipped away to tuck Mimi properly in bed. That’s when her eyes caught it, the faint glow of Chi’s phone on the nightstand. A notification banner. Unsaved number. But the profile picture made her throat dry, Nonye.

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

He wiped her tears and hugged her close to him. Driving over, it was clear to Aamiya that it was either Asfand or no one at all. If she was the heart, he was the beat. She was nothing without him. “You are my everything.” She said and pecked his lips. Asfand sighed in content. He loved that Aamiya never shied showing him affection.

I was consumed by darkness and I was falling, but the impact never came. The last thing I remember was sinewy arms holding my body close to a chest.

"This is a university, Mallory Leighton. Not your family's backyard. A little money doesn't give you the right to do whatever you want." I snorted inwardly and looked away. 'Typical clown behavior. Go ahead. Enjoy your tiny victory while it lasts.' … That afternoon, the moment I pushed open the dorm door, a familiar scent hit me. It was the soothing-face-cream blend I'd asked one of my father's friends at a Helvetia lab to formulate for me—only one jar existed in the world. My stomach dropped. I rushed straight to my cabinet. The silver jar was sitting exactly where I'd left it, but it felt far too light in my hand.

"Try messing with my sister, and you're asking for a beating!" If there really were such a thing as a parallel universe, I was sure there was one where we were all one big happy family. With that thought, I turned to her and said, "Janet, come home with me."