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It's big enough for them to not suffocate and there's a lot of clothes in there for them to hide behind. The door starts to move and it is followed by deafening bangs, an attempt to break the door down. I gasp and jump into bed. I pull the covers over my head and shut my eyes tight. Right on cue, the door flies open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. I don't know how many men it is that walk in carrying guns and a few poles but I know they're not less than twenty. Tell me about drama. I gulp and sit up in bed,rubbing my eyes and then yawning, I ask, "What's going on?"

He was Moody for some reason. Ever since that night, the atmosphere between them had gotten a little ambiguous and Adeline was so sure she was attracted to the man before her. He pulled her into the room and onto the wall next to the door, Williams brought his face dangerously close to her as he nuzzled her chin. He leaned over and whispered hoarsely, "I know what you're doing, but you shouldn't play with fire or you'll get yourself burnt." Adeline's eyes were closed and her breathing was a little bit unstable when he suddenly pushed her away. She felt ashamed for no reason, why did she close her eyes, was she expecting a kiss? She calmed herself and followed behind him.

The new publisher was a young woman named Eva, who had read the Oracle Letters in university, who had been moved by the story of two women who changed everything. "Why do you keep writing?" Eva asked. "Because they did." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." --- The book was called The Ordinary Hours. Not about grand gestures — about the small things. The coffee. The garden. The hand on your shoulder. The person who stays when staying is hard. I dedicated it to Joana. For showing me that love is not about the dramatic moments, I wrote. It's about the morning light. The shared silence. The choice to be present.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

The scent of lilies filled the room—clean, calming, ironic. She moved to the living room, curling up on the sofa with a book she had opened days ago but never read past the first page. Her eyes scanned the words without absorbing them. Love is not always loud. Sometimes it is the quiet you choose to live with. She closed the book abruptly. “Stop,” she whispered to herself. She stood and walked toward the balcony. Night had fallen over City A, the skyline glowing like a distant dream. Her hand rested on the cold railing.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

I gritted my teeth as I clenched my knuckles, I wanted Emily, I wanted her to see me, ONLY ME! I looked back to the popcorn machine that was almost filled up now and took a deep breath in order to call myself down. When the bowl was filled, I took it back to the living room, made myself sit beside her again. I kept my face relaxed, while we watched the movie in silence. Not uncomfortable silence, but the kind that feels heavy. The kind that hides things under the surface. Things we never talked about. As the movie progressed, Emily's energy started dwindling, eventually, she stretched with a yawn and turned to me, smiling like nothing was wrong. “I should get ready for bed.”

“I need to love you harder, then. Love you so much and so completely that you can never let those doubts creep in again. I will do just that, too. I will love you and worship you until you have no choice but to realize that you are the most beautiful, most desirable, sexiest woman in the entire world.” With that, he kissed me again but his kiss this time was longer, slower and held every emotion that he could not portray with mere words. I matched it with equal passion and love, letting our bodies communicate with one another in that secret dialect only lovers could understand. It wasn’t necessarily sexual but it was raw and pure and heightened to the point of euphoric.

Lydia, my usual, stood up and made her way over, she was a pretty brunette, although dull compared to my fiery red goddess. “Damien, no room this time? Or are you feeling adventurous to do it in front of everyone?” she looked hopeful. I smiled, “Sorry love, just the blood tonight.” Her face visible dropped, “Did you find a new lover?” “Lydia, you know I have many lovers,” I reminded her, granted at this time, I wanted none of them, they never felt like anything either, just a way to satisfy a need. I only ever took a willing partner though.