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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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"Lucy had lost everything... or so she thought.After enduring the worst pain she had ever experienced for years, she now has to put up with her arrogant boss, who will do anything to make her life difficult."I'll come for you soon."That note had left her perplexed and worried. Who was Jackson Thierry, her mysterious and irresistible boss?”\\\In the present day, eight years laterI arrived at the majestic Jackson University Hospital after walking a few blocks.This place was the centerpiece of the entire Jackson empire, encompassing malls, restaurants, hotels, and, of course, the university where I had spent nearly six whole years of my life.However, the hospital was one of the oldest and most significant businesses in that family. It was a paradise just by looking at it from the outside, built with majestic buildings—more like skyscrapers—that connected through bridges.But it wasn't just the marvelous architecture; it was also the specialists, the technology, and the numerous m
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He revved up that monstrous machine and shot me one last look before darting off into the distance toward the university, which, to be honest, wasn't too far away.I couldn't help but smile, remembering our ridiculous chat.Cody always knew how to change my mood; even when we argued, he managed to make me laugh.I looked at the beautiful roses, and a strange thought crossed my mind: how I wished I could take some to Jack's grave, but I knew that wouldn't be possible. Not unless I found Deborah or someone who could tell me where he was after so many years of not even knowing where his body was resting...I was in my office, going through my mail, and after opening letters and other meaningless things, I finally found another one of those mysterious notes—no sender, no signature, just a simple paper with a phrase made up of cut-out pieces from what seemed to be magazines.'I'll come for you soon.'I jumped, piling it up with the rest.They arrived once a week for over two years now. So
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I walked casually towards building B, took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and walked a few more steps until I stopped at the last door on the right side of the hallway, where Nia's office was located.I entered, finding the reception area completely empty. There wasn't a soul in the waiting room chairs, not even where her secretary was supposed to be. Well, there was someone after all; it was noon, the only break the poor lady was allowed.I headed towards the door with the sign bearing my friend's name and before entering, I lightly tapped on the wood as a signal that I had arrived.Stepping into the cozy room, I found all the windows wide open, allowing the scarce winter daylight to filter in. It was still a bit early for the first snowfall in Atlanta, considering the year was about to end.The room where my old friend spent much of her time was painted in black and white, nothing more. It was spacious enough to feel comfortable for hours, with a desk next to a bookshelf, a co
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Finally, Friday arrived without any special hiccups, and feeling grateful like never before, I left the hospital early. Having successfully finished my shift for the week, I spent much of the afternoon lying in bed, sleeping until nightfall hinted that I should get ready for the big party before Nia arrived.I wasn't used to attending such events; something significant always seemed to prevent me from going. Yet there I was, ready to celebrate the start of a new year alongside colleagues and superiors from the hospital, unless an emergency arose, which I believed was unlikely that day.I adjusted my elegant dress, styled my hair in a simple way, applied natural makeup, and when I felt completely ready, I looked at myself one last time in the bathroom mirror.I had changed so much since Jack had died; I wasn't the same person inside or out. I had aged a bit; I no longer spent most of my time with a furrowed brow, smiled whenever I felt like it, and laughed without apparent reason.My
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"Dr. Wolfang, could you please return to your seat?" mumbled the man, seeing that I showed no signs of wanting to get up.Most around me threw mocking glances, and some whispered things among themselves, laughing.It seemed as if he intentionally made that comment just to embarrass me, but there was nothing that hurt me more than having him in front of me; handsome and radiant as he used to be, except something in his expression told me he wasn't the same, that he had changed drastically over the years.I felt my legs trembling as I tried to stand, and my heart raced uncontrollably inside me.He was just a few steps away from me, alive like any of us; serious and distant, but just as handsome as when I first met him. There was only a subtle crease that appeared around his eyes when he maintained that forced smirk.Was I hallucinating, right? Was everyone seeing the same thing as me?I walked, almost dragging my feet, toward my seat, under the disapproving stares of everyone present.U
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