Romans & histoires The Candle In The Wind

“Now please, come take a seat.” “No, you have to stand,” she said, both hands on the railing. “We both have to be standing, with the beautiful sunrise, because we’re gonna say….” She rifled around in her pocket. “These words that I…” She pulled out a piece of paper and held it up, just as another gust of wind came by. The wind lifted the paper from her fingers and it twirled away and out to sea. “Fuck!” Cassandra said, staring in disbelief at the piece of paper that was now gone for good. “No no no,” she shook her head, her hair a wild, tangled mess.

Rosenda Marie walked briskly across the resort grounds, heading to a quieter area near the shoreline. The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in warm tones of gold and orange, but her mood didn’t match the picturesque view. She needed space— somewhere away from the clinking of glasses, the chatter of tourists, and most importantly, away from Cayson.

By the time Zachary stumbled back to his hotel, it was already close to dawn. The coldness in the room was a constant reminder that Selena was no longer with him. He leaned dejectedly against the bed with a half-finished bottle of wine in his hand. "People say that wine is a wonderful thing that helps people forget all their worries. You'd better not let me down." He proceeded to drink the remaining wine in one gulp. He immediately felt a terrible pain in his head, and the burning sensation in his stomach made him break out in cold sweat.

I put my arm around her, hand resting against her arm, and we sat like that drinking bad wine out of plastic cups in candlelight while the storm worked itself out against the window. It was good. Genuinely good. The kind of evening that did not need anything else added to it. Then the wind found a gap somewhere, a window not fully latched or a vent we had not noticed, and the candle flames bent sideways all at once and two of them went out. “Oh no,” Amanda said, sitting up. “Relight them. It was perfect.” I grabbed the lighter and went to the dresser candle first. Got it lit. Moved to the one by the window. The wind hit again as I crouched there, harder this time, and the flame guttered wild

A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand. Desperate times. I pulled it out. It felt cold and heavy in my hand. I lit the wick with the lighter. A calm, steady flame bloomed, casting a small circle of pure white light that seemed to push back the gloom. Holding my breath, I touched the candle’s flame to the same vine. Fire erupted.

It was made of elegant velvet, but because he had been clutching it so tightly in his palm, the surface was entirely damp with nervous sweat, leaving a visible thumbprint pressed into the fabric. “Sera.” His eyelashes were heavily frosted with winter condensation; every single time he blinked, tiny shards of ice would flake off and fall away. “I’m not exactly a smooth talker. I practiced a whole speech in my head, but standing out here in the snow, it completely froze out of my mind.” He flipped open the velvet box. Inside was a simple, classic ring. “Marry me.” The aurora borealis unfurled directly above his head, casting a vibrant green glow that cascaded over the snow, settled softly acro

With Bennett's fiery temper, Sean could end up worse than just beaten. Sean could not risk it. His face darkened with a terrible gravity. In a heartbeat, Sean blurted, "Honey, Mom's spiritual advisor said you should light a candle on the quiet rooftop before the baby comes, to pray for a safe birth!" A rooftop? The only way up was the stairs. It looked like Sean had a plan to send me tumbling down. I did not argue. I just followed him up the stairwell. "Babe, I'll lead. Watch your step, okay?" said Sean, his concern as thin as ice.

She lit the fireplace, then one by one, threw every reminder of their past into the flames. As the fire burned, the front door suddenly opened. Sean came back, and with him was Mandy, pale and fragile, dressed in a hospital gown. “Eve, this is Mandy,” Sean said smoothly, not even glancing at what she was burning. His smile was gentle, his lies effortless. “You know her. She’s my mentor’s daughter, but my mentor and his wife have both passed away, leaving Mandy all alone now. And she has late-stage lymphoma… She doesn’t have much time left, and I couldn’t bear to leave her by herself in the hospital, so I brought her home to recover.

He never married. Jake, on the other hand, went to the opposite extreme. He indulged in debauchery, drowning himself in alcohol, parties, and countless lovers. He squandered without restraint, his name constantly appearing in the entertainment sections of newspapers. He tried to fill the void in his heart with every extreme pleasure, seeking escape in drunken stupor. However, no matter how many people surrounded him or how intoxicated he became, his eyes remained empty and devoid of true joy.

As he toyed with it, he mocked, "Zack, don't tell me you've spent the past five years repenting by folding these paper cranes every day?" My face instantly turned pale, and I hurried to take back the box of paper cranes. Those were made by the children for my wife who had helped improve their environment, and each crane carried the children's purest wishes. "They belong to my love! Give the box back to me!" I shouted, my voice trembling with urgency. Quilton deliberately dodged me, taunting, "Just now, you said you had nothing to do with Melissa, and now, you're saying this belongs to your love? Isn't your love Melissa? Talk about being crazy! Haven't you realized that you're out of her leag