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He gave Lucien one hard look, then nodded once—as much of a warning as a goodbye—and walked away. Lucien and I left together after he spoke privately to Rafael. The drive back to my apartment was quiet at first. One hand on the wheel, the other holding my hand on my lap, thumb stroking the back of it. The city lights smeared past the windows, blurring into streaks of gold and red. I hummed some random tune under my breath, just to fill the silence in my head. “I’ve decided something.“ “Should I brace myself?” “I’m going to build my own website and put my book up as an ebook. No more waiting for publishers who are scared of my search results.”

It is my personal matter’’ really we are playing this now? ‘’Well you heard yourself, and this is my personal life. Get the fuck out of my way’’, I should be regretting that i talked to him like that but ask me if i care? Making my way back to my room, a room caught my attention through the corner of my eye. He has a LIBRARY and I found the perfect spot to hide from him and will be able to enjoy it as well. ‘’Maybe I can find some books for now since I have nothing good to do.’’, I mumbled to myself.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

he said as he fumbled for words. Hearing the name—Sheena—made me pause. It clicked—she was the salesgirl, Sheena Miller, from the boutique Caleb often visited to buy me handbags. My stomach churned at the thought that it was someone so familiar. "Wrong? Caleb, I'm not blind!" I snapped, my voice rising. "If I hadn't come just now, were you planning to take it further? You're disgusting!" My emotions were a storm of grief, betrayal, and rage, threatening to overwhelm me. Caleb tried to approach me with his usual placating manner, reaching for my hands to pull me close, but I shoved him away.

I floated above my body, remembering the conversation i had with the angel. *flashback* After the crash i opened my eyes to bright light and thought i was in the hospital but when i sit up and my eyes adjusted i knew i wasn’t. i was in a sitting room in whites blues and gold. A desk set at one end and a couch in front of it and beside the couch was a fireplace. I looked around and there were bookshelves and other things on the walls but i didn’t look around mush because a figure walked through the door, she looked at me with a smile and thats when i realized i was still on the floor. I stand up and watch as she walks to the desk and waves for me to take a seat on the couch. i walk over and s

"I can't bear to see you in pain and misery, Raysham, so please do not ask me" "Sayya I am in so much misery right now, I feel helpless and useless. I have failed you in every way there is, I have failed as a friend, as someone who's supposed to look after you, I have failed as your husband". He said. "So don't talk to me about pain and misery".

I hear a few chuckles as my cheeks flush. "Yes ma'am," I mumble, turning my attention back to her. She's lecturing on the novel we've just started earlier this week. I've already read this novel, 'Of Mice and Men' so I zoned out on her lecturing. Drake smirks at me before turning his head forward.

“We… we weren’t fair to you. I know that now. Come home. We’ll celebrate your birthday properly this time.” I went still. They found it. Not the notebook, but what it meant. The record of everything I never said out loud. All the moments they ignored. All the wounds they couldn’t see—or didn’t want to. Too late. “I don’t like birthdays,” I said calmly. There was a long pause on the other end. A silence that sounded more like guilt than love. She asked again. “At least… come home.” I looked around my small dorm room. The scent of coffee clung to my worn blanket. My boots were muddy from the last field run. A dog-eared book rested beside my pillow. All mine.

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

That was the most random thing I'd ever heard from luis and I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. "A book... About what?" I was afraid to ask. He snickered. "Don't sound too excited for me, lynn. It's going to be a book about life advice and how to stop being an asshole to yourself. I'm going to make it like a journal. I tell you a piece of advice with my clever musings, and then the reader will have a space to write about that piece of advice." I stopped and grabbed his arm as a grin stretched my lips. "I actually don't hate that idea at all."