{~~Avery Sterling~~}The next day, Tuesday, the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue over my bedroom. I lay in bed for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, willing myself to summon the strength to face the day. The weight of yesterday's events still pressed heavily on my chest, a constant reminder of the rift between Logan and me. With a deep, steadying breath, I finally pushed myself up and shuffled to the bathroom.The warm spray of the shower provided a temporary reprieve, washing away the remnants of restless dreams. I let the water cascade over me, hoping it could cleanse not just my body but also the ache in my heart. As I scrubbed and rinsed, I mentally rehearsed the day's tasks, trying to anchor myself in the familiar routine of my work at the hospital.After drying off, I pulled on my scrubs with methodical precision, each movement a small act of defiance against the sorrow threatening to overwhelm me. I pinned my hair back, taking ex
{~~Logan Grey~~}Tuesday morning, and I don't think I have any complaints. My mood is still not the best but it's okay for now. I ate this morning, dressed and left for the hospital. I didn't even see Avery which was a plus. Work was going fine, and I threw myself into each task with a vigor that bordered on obsessive. The hospital buzzed with the usual frenetic energy, but the annoyance simmering within me was a constant distraction. Every glance, every whispered conversation among the staff seemed to echo my own inner turmoil. Out of sheer stubbornness, I decided I didn’t want to perform a surgery—healing, in the terms of what I do—with Avery. Her presence, her professionalism, even her mere existence, felt like a reminder of everything that was unresolved between us. You know, the elephant that we can't erase. Her sister. I just didn't want to see her. What's even worse about working with her is her acting like a know it all. she doesn't just follow instructions, she loves to thr
{~~Avery Sterling~~}If Shawn hadn’t shown up to tell me that my shift was over, I would have continued working well into the night without realizing the time. He strolled into my office with his usual easy going demeanor, giving me a playful nudge. “Hey, workaholic, your shift is over. Time to pack up.”I glanced at the clock on my computer screen and was genuinely surprised to see that it was already eight o’clock. The hours had slipped away while I was immersed in a mountain of paperwork, reports, and endless emails. “Thanks, Shawn. I didn’t even notice,” I said, flashing him a grateful smile. He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “I figured. You’ve been in the zone all day. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t planning to spend the night here.”“Believe me, I wouldn’t if I could avoid it,” I replied, shutting down my computer and gathering my belongings. I stuffed my bag with my laptop, files, and a few personal items, making sure not to leave anything important behind. As
{~~Logan Grey~~}What a long day. I stretched my bones, cracking my neck from one side to the other. The snapping sound was very relieving. My stuff was packed, and I'd changed into the spare clothes I brought. People might think it's a hassle to change out of your scrubs each night before heading home, but sometimes I just liked to do that. I stepped out of the hospital building, umbrella in hand, as the rain started to pour in earnest. The steady rhythm of the drops against the fabric provided a comforting background noise as I descended the steps. My thoughts drifted briefly to Avery, who was still inside. Maybe I should go back and check on her. But then again, she wasn’t my responsibility. We had our issues, and I had my reasons for keeping my distance.The parking lot was a sheen of wet asphalt, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. I made my way toward my car, thinking about what I might have for dinner. A warm meal, perhaps something hearty to counteract the chill of
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I noticed it late. It wasn't until we had turned into a street that I realized we weren't going to Logan's house. But if I was being kidnapped, this late realization would have fucked me up. Ryan took me over to his place, navigating through the heavy rain with practiced ease. His house was closer than mine, a welcome reprieve from the storm that had already soaked me to the bone. The rain beat a steady tattoo on the roof of the car, the rhythmic sound almost soothing in its constancy. We pulled into his garage, the sound of the rain diminishing slightly as the automatic door closed behind us.Ryan’s garage was spacious, large enough to fit up to six cars comfortably. This knowledge would come to fuck me over only seconds after I made this realization. As I stepped out of the car, grateful for the shelter, I heard another vehicle pulling in beside us. At first I thought it was Gareth since I know he lives with Ryan, but that was not the case. I swear I might be
{~~Logan Grey~~}After our initial discussion and dinner, Avery excused herself once more. I thought she'd be back.Ryan sat me down in a comfortable area of the living room, a space filled with the comforting hum of a home well-lived in. We waited for Avery to show up, but as the minutes ticked by, it became clear she wasn’t coming. “She’s tired. Let her sleep,” Ryan said, his tone final. He was always so bossy. Acting like he owned me, and like he was always right. Never wrong about a single thing. Which is untrue.“Why the fuck did you bring her to your house?” I demanded, the frustration and confusion boiling over.“She called me. Someone slashed her tires and broke every window in her car.” Ryan’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What do you mean by somebody slashed her tires and smashed every window in her car? What in the fuck?”“Exactly what I said. I can't imagine why someone would do that.”I hadn’t had the faintest clue that she had been going through something so s
{~~Avery Sterling~~}This was the first nightmare where I was standing in front of a crowd speaking my words of truth. Words I hadn't written, but I listened to them as my physical body narrated them.“In the shadow of your light, I stand,A figure dimmed by your grand command.You walk in brilliance, proud and free,While darkness wraps itself 'round me. Each step I take is less my own,Bound by a fate I've never known.Your laughter echoes, bright and clear,As I reside in constant fear. The world sees you, a blazing star,While I remain a distant spar.Your achievements, loud and grand,Leave my efforts lost in sand. My voice is but a whispered plea,Drowned by your symphony.My dreams, they pale, they fade, they fall,Overshadowed by your thrall. I trace your steps, a weary path,Haunted by a silent wrath.For every glance that turns your way,Is a reminder of my dismay. You shine so bright, you blind my eyes,And in your light, my spirit dies.I am the shadow, ever near,Invisibl
{~~Avery Sterling~~} Love, that emotion is such a hoax. Actually, it’s not. It’s beautiful with the right person, ugly with the wrong person. But I can’t have the beauty or the ugliness when my love is unrequited. When I first met him, the Medic alpha in training, I was enamored. Mostly due to the fact that our pack has never had a medic alpha before. They’re usually assigned to the bigger, and more popular packs, ours was none of that. I was delighted. At the age of eleven, I was getting into the phase of having crushes, and the thirteen-year-old medic alpha was right in my sight. He was smart, charming, too good to be training to work in a pack like ours. No offense. I know my father worked hard but we had to be honest. I hoped he’d notice me, and we’d become friends. Move from friends to lovers. Yes, I had it all planned out in my head. I knew when we’d get married and have children, and blah blah blah. I was learning what it meant to love, and he was befriending my sister. Ne