"How are you, Rosey?"As I entered the familiar corridors of our home, my father, Xavier, met me with a stern yet concerned gaze. His imposing figure, though intimidating, couldn't conceal the subtle worry etched on his face. Without a word, I closed the distance and enveloped him in a tight hug, feeling his strong presence comforting me in ways words couldn't express."I'm fine, Dad," I murmured, even though my fatigue weighed heavily on me. The encounter with Khein had drained me, but I couldn't bring myself to disclose that to my father. "Just tired and in need of rest.""Do not pressure yourself too much, sweetheart, hmm?"I smiled at his thoughtfulness and couldn't help but to melt. His fatherly love never failed to catch my fragile and soft heart."Yes, dad," I answered sweetly.He ruffled my hair.Curious about my mother's whereabouts, I asked, "Where's Mom?" His gesture directed me to the garden where I found her, tending to the vibrant blooms with her characteristic grace.
I was lost in my thoughts when a gentle touch interrupted my reverie. Looking down, I met the innocent gaze of Phiel, Mavi's lovely daughter, who was reaching up to touch my face."Why are you sad, Auntie?" she asked, curiosity was etched on her innocent and angelic face.Her question caught me off guard, but before I could respond, she added, "Don't worry, the fairy will make it better. She will take away your worries!'Her words were so simple yet unexpectedly soothing. They sparked a smile on my face."Oh, Phiel..." I uttered. I lifted her up on my lap as I kissed her cheeks. I always have a soft spot on children, specially with my siblings' children. I treat and I see them as my own, and my love for them will never change even if I will have a child on my own in the future. I may be their aunt, but I am also their mother. "Are you okay now, Auntie Rose?" she asked, her blue eyes blinking as she looked at me with her soft gaze.I nodded my head, my smile widening. "Yes, Phiel. Aunt
I stood in the kitchen, gripping the handle of the coffee mug tightly, my fingers shaking as I mixed it.The tension in the air was almost palpable, suffocating me with its weight. How could I have allowed him inside? My mind raced with self-criticism, regretting the hasty decision I'd made moments ago.With each stir, I cursed myself for being so impulsive. This was a mistake—a grave one, at that. Yet, no amount of regret could undo my actions now.I just allowed him in. Fuck it.Inhaling deeply, I fought to compose myself. Erasing any trace of emotion from my face, I managed a neutral expression as I poured the coffee into the mug. It's too late to regret my impulsive decision. I had already embarrassed myself too much.Approaching him, I handed the steaming cup, careful to maintain an air of collected composure. My heart was pounding in my chest that I could literally hear it in my own ears.I silently cleared my throat.Sitting opposite him in the living room, I tried to exude an
I stood there, the charged silence almost crackling with the weight of our unspoken thoughts. His brown eyes bore into mine, an unspoken question lingering between us. Why had he chosen to unravel the carefully crafted peace I had built around me for the last 5 years? His sudden appearance felt less like a twist of fate and more like a deliberate disruption, reopening old wounds.My glare seemed to have little impact; he remained unaffected, almost impervious to my confrontational gaze.He cleared his throat, a subtle movement that drew my attention. Fingers tracing across his hair, a gesture that held a sense of composure and deliberation. Leaning forward, he addressed me with a calm demeanor that contradicted the turmoil within me."Ms. Ivanov, my intention wasn't to stir any misinterpretations. It was perhaps inappropriate to initiate a casual conversation in this manner," he responded, his expression still devoid of any visible emotion, sidestepping my question once again.Ha. Go
Sitting quietly beside Khein, I gazed out the window, feeling torn as we headed toward the airport. Leaving without explaining properly to my parents felt like a tough call, but I needed to go and didn't want to burden them with my reasons. Maybe Dad saw through my excuse about a week-long meeting, but thankfully, he didn't protest my leaving.As I sat there beside Khein, my emotions were all jumbled up. I felt nervous, a bit happy, a little sad, and a whole lot of confusion. I couldn't make sense of it all, so I decided to just keep quiet.I had so many thoughts in my head, running around like a squirrel running through a spin without any specific destination to go to.I was just thinking...Some people may think that it is overacting of me to react such way for a mere cat. But they can never understand this pain in me.Joni, the cat that I adopted, helped me in so many ways I couldn't imagine. He was there during the darkest moments of my life. He was there when I felt the happiest
3RD POVRosette sat quietly in the plush seats of the private jet, her eyes fixed on the window. Khein was across the seat from her his expression as distant and indifferent as hers. But Amanda, on the other hand, seemed to find comfort in filling the air with chatter, her voice echoing in the confined space."Can you believe the traffic we avoided by flying?" Amanda exclaimed, her words peppering the air. She leaned towards Khein, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. "You're so lucky you have a private jet, Khein! It's like living the dream, right? I know because it took me 18 years before my father allowed me to have one!"She sounded like one of those typical spoiled rich kids. She's unconscious of the discomfort she brings to other people.Khein's reaction was minimal, a subtle nod accompanied by an uninterested hum. That made Amanda irritated that she started hitting on Rosette in order to gain a reaction from them."Anyway! Do you remember during college when we used to hang o
After the long 13-hour flight, they stopped at a restaurant in the country. Rosette stayed mostly quiet, feeling tired, while Khein tried talking now and then. But Amanda was like a snob, constantly complaining and making mean comments about Rosette.Khein didn't really show any care for Rosette. He acted like he didn't want to talk or be around her. He made sure to keep his distance and acted all cold, like he didn't care about anything. It hurts to admit it, but Rosette felt humiliated by his treatment towards her. She felt like she's the most unlikable person in the world because he shows no interest talking to her. Not that she want to engage in a conversation with him. No, not like that.Amanda kept going on and on about how things should be done and how Rosette was doing things all wrong. How bothersome she was for inserting herself in between them.Khein didn't say much, just nodded along with Amanda's words. Rosette felt hurt and tired but chose to stay quiet and let them talk.
A sigh escaped Rosette's lips as she entered Joni's room, finding the cat curled up on a soft cushion. Joni approached, purring contentedly and nuzzling against her. Overwhelmed with guilt, Rosette found herself apologizing to Joni, regretting leaving him behind for five years and neglecting to visit.She asked Joni how he had been during those years, wondering if his new owner had taken good care of him, if he'd been fed well, and if Khein had shown him love. Despite the cat's inability to respond, Joni meowed softly, offering reassurance that he was alright and that Rosette needn't worry about him anymore.Unbeknownst to Rosette, Khein stood silently in the doorway, observing her tender exchange with Joni.As they sat down for dinner that evening, the atmosphere seemed weighed down by the impending discussion about Joni's treatment.Khein's eyes held a mix of concern and determination as he delicately broached the subject. He meticulously outlined the intricacies of the treatment,