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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙..... 𝐵𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛... 𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠...

“What work? Work can wait. You’re off now—it’s time to spend with your wife and child.” In the kitchen, the soup simmered quietly. An empty bowl was placed in front of James. “Go on, get your wife a bowl of soup,” Mrs. Chancer urged. “…Alright.” James fetched a bowl and returned, placing it gently in front of Charlotte. His mind wandered to what Melvin had said earlier—the coffee metaphor. Bitter coffee sweetened with sugar. But when the sweetness fades, all that’s left is cloying regret. So who was bitter coffee? Sarah… or Charlotte?

The only favours he could taste were her tears. A salty sweetness… and they came with an aftertaste. Bitterness. That was what their first kiss tasted like. A painful Bittersweetness that carried more weight than the entire city itself. A kissed, filled with her pithiness for the word ‘Guilt’ and the taste of her pity.

Drake didn’t answer her and held her hand, who was hugging him. “Some chocolates are filled with sweetness. some are balanced, but some are bitter because there is no sugar added. But do you know where they all came from? They all came from bitterness. One's life isn’t a life if he doesn’t experience the bitterness of living. Still, just like chocolate, there would be a time when it would expire. We can do nothing but accept that fact and move on.” Kianna keeps silent. She was surprised to hear Drake say those words. It isn’t like him to use such words. Still, his words help her think in a positive way.

“You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself to get attention from the other party.” “So sweetheart. Pursue your dreams and wait for the right one to come. But if it don’t eventually come. Then know it wasn’t meant to be. I only hope you don’t end up bitter like me.” At the word ‘bitter’, she released her from the hug and spoke into her eyes. “I know you’ll find your better half soon. I’m sure you would.” “Thanks mum.” They hugged once more briefly and afterwards washed the dishes before departing to their

The pain she was feeling from hitting her chest was nothing compared to the pain that was ripping her heart apart. She wished a wave of magic would just hit her and zap her out of her anguish. No matter how hard she hit her chest, no matter how much she begged her heart to stop aching, it didn’t stop. Her own heart defied her! Hoisting her head up to look at the bartender, she asked for a few more shots. Maybe if she takes more, the pain will fade away, she thought. "Are you okay?" The bartender asked, raising his brow at her.

If this man is destined for me, then please let me love him unconditionally, without doubt, hesitation, or fear. He chuckled, which tickled me, but here I was, tears rolling down my cheeks at the thought. And I know I'm losing this fight, even though it's not official. I am doomed that I let myself fall to this man, who only knows how to bury his member inside me. You are fucked up, Mayu! I just hope that what he shows is true so that I won't lose! "What about my midnight snack, My Sweetie?" he teased. I blinked and tried to push him away. He didn't put on weight and let himself lie on the bed.

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

“Marry me sweet.” ~>•<~ Can you give your author a review.

The last word hung between them, heavy with finality. He bit into another strawberry, hearing the sound of a violent crunch in the charged atmosphere. The sweetness was lost on him, just as the bitterness of rejection consumed Olivia. In this house of glass and stone, reflections of love twisted into shadows of betrayal, every mirrored surface echoing back the fractures of their relationship.