"I'm going to miss this so much. Hanging out in the canteen, annoying the professors, bunking lectures. Everything." Scarlett cried in the arms of the man she considered her best friend, who had lewd intentions towards her. He kept a steady grip on her, feeling intoxicated by her fragrance. "Did you see Michael?" He pretended not to hear her inquiry and proceeded to snuggle his face in her neck. "Please don't think of anything else for a while. I really need some comfort." He smiled as she rubbed his back. She was so naive. And that innocent being, was going to be his. He would not let any Michael get in the way. While the new graduates were busy sharing goodbyes and shedding tears of joy and melancholy at the same time, someone took over the microphone and made everyone pay attention to them. "Mic testing 1 2 3 mic testing. Hello, hello?" A masculine voice spoke from the stage. Multiple heads turned towards him, their curious faces wondering what was going on. Scarlett let go of

It has been revealed that 80% of adults wish to relive their childhood. Just a thought of their childhood can bring a smile on many faces. Most people are ready to give away their present if they get a chance to go back to the past. But time is no one's friend. It goes on, without holding a drop of mercy for anyone. That same time had flipped around Blair's life. From being head over heels for Raiden to getting married against her will and falling in love with her husband, all that happened as time passed by. And now, the moving hand of the clock of life had put her in that position. Blair stood in front of the two stones, clutching a bunch of white lilies. She got on her knees to place even flowers on each of the graves. She closed her eyes, imagining the smiling face of her parents staring down at her with lovely eyes. She imagined her mother caresing her hair, her father kissing her forehead. She folded her legs to sit on the dirt, doing an Indian sit. Laying her head down on the

Stephanie dragged herself to the nearest room and quietly shut the door. A housekeeper around, searching for the culprit behind the broken vase. All the people were gathered in the living room, so what caused the vase to fall and break? Not being able to find anyone, she concluded the wind to be the miscreant and went back to assist the rest. Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the footsteps fade away in distance. Lucky for her, the housekeeper didn't notice the drops of blood that had stained the floor, dripping from her sole. She put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from wailing in pain as she pulled the piece of glass from her heel. She had to stay there, without making any noise until everyone left. ...Raiden took a quick glance at his watch while focusing on the road ahead. It was almost midnight. With Blair, time seemed to fly away like wind. He didn't pay vigilance until his phone reminded him that it was his time to go to bed. They had been talking for ho

Blair slammed her phone on the couch, holding a triumph smile on her face. Britney really thought she could threaten her to bail her brother out of jail. Blair wanted to laugh at her and slap some sense in her head at the same time. Calvin, who had been sitting next to her and listening to their conversation, clapped his hands proudly. "That was so hot!" He commented, throwing her a wink. She's shifted closer to him, held both of his hands and jumped in her place. "This feels so good." She giggled, feeling giddy with the sudden adrenaline rush. Her tummy was swarming with butterflies. She couldn't stop moving, going up and down on the mattress. Britney's sudden call had left her dumbfounded. She froze for a second, not knowing what to say when she threatened to expose her secret. She felt what any person would have, in her shoes. Fear. Fear of disappointing her loved ones. Fear of not being accepted. Fear of losing people. The phone begun to shake in her grip. Seeing her petrified

The Halls of Andrew mansion seemed unusually quiet to Blair. She was used to the silence since the huge place was occupied by only few people. However, something was off the day. The air seemed too tense. Something was wrong. She could sense it. "I'm sorry." Hearing that from Mr Park had left her in a worried state. He had called her over to the mansion as soon as possible. She clutched the wine bottle safely in her palms. She had bought it for their dinner, but sensing the grave atmosphere, she was convinced that the dark red liquid would not see the night. She saw Mr Park standing outside her uncle's study. His hands were clasped together and head was hanging low. There was some sort of trouble, she could guess from his posture. She tried talking to him, but instead of listening to her, he just pointed his thumb towards the study, motioning her to go inside. She obeyed his wishes by leaving him alone in the long corridor. "You heard what Park said. She knew about this but still ch