Novel & Cerita Fine Thank You

"Why should you get everything? I went to music school too, y'know. What makes you better? Here's a thought—give me your spot, and I'll say something nice about you to Michael." I almost laughed. Then it hit me—bitterness. How sad is that? My own fiancé needed her to vouch for me. I gave her a cold stare. "Do you even hear yourself? You're not qualified for something like this. Saying stuff like that just makes you look desperate." I reached for the invite, but she clutched it, all hurt and dramatic. "We worked together. Do you really have to embarrass me? It's just one invite—why are you being so greedy? If you're really that good, you don't need this to prove it, right?"

Once again, thank you all so much. Love, AT.

“Thank you for coming to the show.” XXX

I appreciate everyone of you! XOXO Natcha_H

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“Sometimes adults forget that we’re adjusting too. That’s all.” Diane leaned back again, accepting the half-truth for now. “True. Adults are weird. They think being quiet equals being okay.” “I’m not okay,” I said softly. She bumped her shoulder against mine. “You don’t have to be. You have me.” The words warmed something in my chest that had been cold all day. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For what?” “For not pushing.” She smirked. “Oh, I’m pushing. Just… gently.”

Gabe filled my glass with wine, then picked up his own. "Cole, let me toast you as an apology." "Wait." Carrie stopped him, her tone half-chiding. "Drinking isn't good for your health. Just have juice instead." Gabe picked up a glass of juice and walked over to me. "Cole, taking the project was my fault. Please don't hold it against me." Carrie wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth, her voice indulgent. "Don't worry. Cole has always been generous." I looked at her and spoke hoarsely, "This is what you call an apology?"

He was worried I was mad, but he still came to pick me up. I didn't explain much and just got in the car quietly. On the backseat was a large bouquet of flowers. This time, it wasn't roses. It was freesia, my favorite. "I scrolled through your posts and found out your favorite flower is freesia," he said. "I was wrong before. I didn't know you well enough." "It's fine. It's all in the past. You don't have to apologize." I didn't want to dredge up those bitter memories. I didn't even look at the flowers.

Thank you for staying. More soon.

We spread the food on the table and we ate together in awkward silence, at least for me, because he seemed collected and confident as hell. "Thank you, Max" I repeated with a soft smile and he copied my expression "You are welcome, Lena" "I’m sorry for... everything" I chuckled. "Are you really?" he laughed with disbelief. "Yes. I’m not ungrateful, even though it might seem like it, I’m not" My phone rang and brought anxiety to my body. I grabbed my phone from my bag and it was a video call from my manager Sharon. Damn it, I forgot to call her back!