...His hands continued to go lower as I held my breath excepting whatever he was bringing, I inhaled sharply biting my lips in an attempt to stop myself from closing my eyes "Don't do that" his tone changed so did his grip tightened as he easily lifted me off my feet "What are you doing?" I asked with panic as I found myself on top of the desk casually in the room "What me to show you want else you a tie with this?" he asked showing me the tie "What are you planning to do to me? Stop it" I said half-heartedly "Your mouth is saying another but your eyed is saying another "Oh please," I said throwing to tie away "Why would you do that, is a shame I wanted to show you something," he said raising my head with just a single finger, his finger begin to travel down from my neck and so did my breathing quicken, it got to my breast and paused, the deep v line showing my shoulders and cleavage, of course, his eyes were on them.He was resisting touching them, something was holding him b
...The evening shadows stretched across the room as Max returned, his face etched with a deep frown. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a mixture of relief and worry flooding my senses. But the relief was short-lived as his hurried movements indicated a sense of urgency, a need to be somewhere else, anywhere but here."Max," I called out, my voice laced with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?"He glanced at me, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else—something I couldn't quite decipher. Without a word, he brushed past me, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. The silence that followed his departure hung heavy in the air, suffocating me with a sense of dread.I couldn't let him leave without an explanation. I hurried after him, desperation fueling my steps. "Max, please, talk to me! What's going on?"He turned abruptly, his face contorted with anger. "Luna, it's none of your business! Can't you understand that?" His voice carried an edge, cutting t
...As Hervey's break finished and she went back to work it was time for me to head back home, I wouldn't want Max to return home by chance and realize I wasn't home.As Cecilia and I made our way home, heading to the bus stop, our footsteps heavy with the weight of unanswered questions, a sudden appearance shattered the somber atmosphere. Seraphina emerged seemingly out of nowhere, a smug smile playing on her lips. My heart sank at the sight of her, a foreboding sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.I thought she was gone but apparently not, why does everybody live so close by in the city and keep running into each other, I thought the city is such a big place, and the chances of meeting people were slim."Why aren't you at the hospital with Max and his mother?" Seraphina's voice dripped with a mix of mockery and satisfaction. "Or perhaps Max's mother doesn't want you around. After all, you're nothing more than a fake in their lives, aren't you?"I stood frozen, my mind
...I finished my meal, a sense of contentment lingering in my belly. As I made my way towards my room, a creaking sound resonated from downstairs—the front door being forcefully opened. My heart skipped a beat, and a sinking feeling washed over me. I knew that sound all too well. Max was back.I paused on the stairs, my hand gripping the banister tightly. Dread coursed through my veins as I braced myself for what was to come. There was no mistaking the anger in his footsteps as they grew closer. I held my breath, hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice me. That way I can not talk to him ease I break down again.But my hopes were dashed as he rounded the corner, his face contorted with rage. His eyes locked onto mine, and the intensity of his gaze sent a chill down my spine. Without a word, he stormed towards me, his grip like a vise as he seized my hand.Pain shot through me as he pulled me forcefully, dragging me along the hallway towards his room. I stumbled, struggling to keep
...(Max's pov)I tossed and turned in bed, the weight of restlessness pressing down on me like an invisible force. Sleep eluded me, and my mind raced with thoughts that refused to be silenced. In the stillness of the night, I grappled with the belief that everything I was doing was right.Why was it so hard to get along with her, why is she being so stubborn, what could be suffocating about staying in my house, or perhaps it was just the thought that it was mine that she hated, what is hard in being obedience and not need to know to why.The recent turn of events had only served to reinforce my conviction. My mother's deteriorating health weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of responsibility toward her. The burden of caring for her had become personal, a duty that I believed only I could fulfill. I can not believe my mother has been ill for a while now and I know nothing about it, she hides it from me, a sickness as heavy as cancer, she was my respo
...(Luna' Pov)You never judge one on the first encounter, the first encounter wasn't even bad, although it was obvious she expected better from her son, now that I think about it, it's not a bad thing.On hearing she had cancer, I was left torn, I can not even imagine what that must feel like, I can only sympathize but can't relate, a tug of guilt gripping me, I never excepted this heavy of an illness I can not even begin to imagine what Max is going through right now, he had a smile on his face, they have the same smile, their resemblance uncanny, down to their piercing blue eyes, his mother's eyes dulling from age or perhaps sickness, she doesn't look like her sickness one can attest to that, just like Max she looks intimidating till she smiles or laughs, she knows a lot about flowers and takes delight in talking about talking of their meaning."Mother!" I heard a voice call out happily, as she ran in our direction but immediately pursed upon seeing me."Oh, phina!" Max's mother
...The ride home suddenly went quiet, filled with an undeniable amount of tension, that seemed to hang heavy in the air. I couldn't stop stealing glances at him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. His mother has recently been diagnosed with cancer, and the weight of it all must have been drawing him into a whirlpool of emotions. Yet, he sat there with a neutral expression, his face pressed against his phone, seemingly hiding his pain.The silence between us was suffocating, broken only by the sound of the tires rolling over the asphalt. My heart ached for Max, for the burden he carried silently. And I understand his behavior a little, he wants to carry this burden alone.I couldn't help but steal another glance at him, noticing a flicker of sadness in his eyes, quickly masked by a forced smile. It was as if he was trying to convince himself that everything was okay, even when his world was falling apart. I wanted to reach out, to offer comfor
......I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The soft glow of the moon seeped through my curtains, casting a faint silhouette on the wall. It was one of those nights where my mind refused to quiet down, consumed by thoughts of him.Is he okay?He seems okay The was smiling a beautiful smileMy thoughts danced around his image, his face etched into my mind. I could recall the curve of his smile, the warmth that suddenly, appeared in his eyes, and the way his subtle chuckle echoed in my ears. It was as if every thought, every memory of him, was painted with vibrant colors, vivid and alive. As I lay there, my mind wandered through the moments we had shared together. The Tears he made me shed which seems like I have completely forgotten and forgive him for, the conversations that often led to banter, and the countless stolen glances. I replayed each scene in my head, relishing in the confusion that those memories brought me.But alongside the confusion, there was a h