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To my surprise, we managed to sleep deeply in that huge bed, wrapped up under the warm covers.My dreams were confusing, wandering through incomprehensible lights and colors, accompanied by the same words in a whisper that repeated over and over, causing me a bit of discomfort.To my bitter surprise, upon waking up, I remembered absolutely nothing of what I had heard, let alone what little I had glimpsed.The radiant sun had mischievously slipped through the room's windows, compelling me to abruptly open my eyes. I scanned the room, hoping to find Jack by my side, but he was nowhere to be seen.I got up, puzzled, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands, and lazily yawned as I made my way to the kitchen, where I found the handsome guy dressed in a suit, sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.He was enjoying breakfast, completely oblivious to my presence.Standing in the middle of the room in total silence, I watched as he sipped a cup of coffee and took a bite of his toas
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Laughing slyly at his pleas, I stopped, leaving him totally lost, since I had suddenly cut off that incredible sensation. He followed me with his gaze in surprise, anxious for me to continue as soon as possible.I released his hands, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me.He sat up in the middle of the bed, grabbed me by the waist and helped me sit on him, placed his thick hands on my hips with desire, and then began to move them in that crazy rhythm that we loved so much.I let out several moans of pleasure as he kissed my neck and every nook and cranny in his path.“You're cruel," he moaned, his voice cracking.“I know you like it when I am.”“No way, you were playing with me... Lucy.”“Ah... I love you…” I sighed, my mind going blank at every thrust. “It feels great... I love having you inside me.”“Yes?”“Come inside…”“Your wish is my command, baby....”He violently laid me down on my back on the bed, knelt in front of me, biting his lips, marveling at my words. Immediatel
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"I have something important to announce!" he exclaimed, grabbing the champagne glass from his mother's side, leaving her flabbergasted as he lifted it up in the air, sporting a mocking smile. Unfortunately, I couldn't help but chuckle quietly at his playful antics."What is it, dear?" Victoria asked, clinking her glass with his, eagerly anticipating the news.Jack winked at me, signaling that he was ready for whatever would come out of his mouth, while his mother resigned herself completely, letting her surgically altered face rest on her hand, expressionless at Jack's actions, perhaps because she was starting to suspect his plans."Vico..." he murmured, earning a delighted gaze from his fiancée. Kind and as charming as ever, he took one of her hands and caressed it so tenderly that I felt a pang of jealousy seeing them."I'm not going to marry you, Vico," he said. "I don't love you. I'm in love with Lucy, and no matter what you do, my feelings for her won't change. So, I prefer we ca
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I heard his voice saying my name, saw his terrified face imagining what happened to me, and then, just before the car could hit me in my deep sleep, I abruptly opened my eyes.The scent of potent medicines filled my nostrils. I looked around, completely confused to be in that place when moments ago, I was on the road, chatting with Jack.I sat up abruptly in the middle of the hospital bed, a saline bag connected to my right arm through a needle.I felt a sharp, short pain in my head, but it was bearable. My chest heaved rapidly due to my accelerated breathing.People in a much worse state than mine were around me, some sleeping, and others talking to their respective doctors.I ripped the needle out forcefully to get off the bed and walk out without any issue, searching for Jack.Why wasn't he by my side? What had happened exactly?I took a few steps before feeling a dizzying swirl in my head, accompanied by the urge to vomit churning inside me.One of the hospital nurses stopped in f
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When I was discharged with a bright smile, I wandered through the streets of Atlanta, ending up standing on the sidewalk, the very one where he had called me for the last time.There, where I had seen his eyes look at me with such fear of losing me, not even for a second thinking about how much I would suffer being on this side of the cruel universe.Unconsciously, I found myself curled up, hugging my body while I cried inconsolably. The streets were deserted, and the cloudy sky in the late hours of the night was my only company.I was witnessing the pain that now engulfed me, one that Jack wouldn't see because he wasn't alive, and no matter how much I wished, he wouldn't return to my side, not in a million years."You said it was all over, promised we'd go home together, not just me alone," I muttered in a thread of a voice. "How can you give your life for someone as useless as me? How could you leave me without even saying goodbye? You've done it again, idiot!" I screamed, looking t
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After 8 yearsI took a deep breath, pondering over the coffee I should bring this time for Nia. After all, that was the payment for my weekly consultation—some caffeine and a little snack while we chatted in her office.Nia Braver wasn't just an old college friend; she was also a renowned psychiatrist at Jackson University Hospital, the same place where I now worked.After nearly seven years of intense studying, specializations, grueling residencies, and constant hardship, I stood there being something I never thought I'd become, but I had achieved it. I was a recognized pediatric oncologist, something I'd grown to love over time.After waiting in line for a while, I stopped in front of one of the girls working at the cash register."Give me two Americanos and two slices of lemon cake," I requested with a smile, handing over the money right away."Yes, ma'am," she nodded with a lovely smile before my loud cellphone in my lab coat pocket started ringing."Hello?" I answered grumpily, n
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8 years agoThe initial days without Jack had been a complete ordeal. I cried almost every night, no matter how hard I tried to calm myself, it was impossible. I missed the warmth of his body under the sheets, I missed the smell of his cooking every morning.I missed his chatty and lively voice and even his extravagant laughter, his way of looking at me, but above all, his affectionate caresses.Every place I stepped in that horrible town was accompanied by a whirlwind of memories about what we had done there, the words we had exchanged, the laughs we had shared.There wasn't a corner where Jack didn't come back to my mind.If I went to work, everyone asked about him, and even the boss, a bit desperate due to the bad weather at the bar, begged me every darn day to call him back. Even though I didn't know what had happened to him, as I never wanted to mention his death, I ended up nodding with a forced smile at his request."Where's Jack?" Melissa asked for the umpteenth time that nigh
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Upon arriving at the foster home, without even announcing my prolonged visit, my mother was the only one who welcomed me, slightly surprised to have me there in February.Contrary to my siblings, who excitedly shouted and hugged me.They embraced me and listened fascinated to the news of me staying there for a few months without an apparent reason. They didn't mind the news at all, so they ran off to play after asking for some alone time with my mother.After leaving my things in my room, I sat on one of the armchairs in the living room, where my mother remained silent, knitting what seemed to be another scarf, waiting for me to speak willingly without her having to interrogate me.She observed me for a few seconds, almost unable to believe that her eldest daughter was back. I could see in her eyes that she was forming countless mistaken ideas about my return. Unable to conceal it any longer, I burst into tears, clumsily telling her everything that had happened since we had returned to
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