~Matt~Aoife was sleeping while I looked at her, assuring her protection from Xander. My eyes become wet while caressing her cheeks. She feared Xander, and somehow, I knew it was my fault to let Aoife get close to the man who would never understand a pure heart like hers.“It’s all my fault, Aoife. Because of me, you are enduring this pain.”I remembered the day I saw her for the first time. The way she lied to me that she fell on the stairs. I knew Zareena had hurt her.Her simplicity made me fall in love with her instantly.Later, when she opened up with me, I found myself lucky to find a pure girl like her. I was about to open my heart when I saw Xander’s attitude change in Aoife’s presence. Aoife was changing Xander, and it was a good sign, so I sacrificed my love for Xander. All to give him a chance to find true love. Xander deserved that chance.I was okay to stay in that friend zone only for Xander to become a better person and let him explore his feelings.I suppressed my feeli

~Aoife~Heartbreak comes in waves. Slowly, it will pull you into the sea, and you will never know when the ground under your feet is swept away. They come at such random moments, replacing a feeling of normalcy with familiar tears. Yet, in time, those waves lessen and let the good memories flood back in.Sitting on the floor, I cried and smiled for the moments we spent together after Matt left this place.It was understood he would never see me again. How could I expect him to? He was hurt, and I was the reason. From the beginning of our relationship, he carried this burden in his heart. It was difficult for him to let Xander pursue his love for me. Today, when he poured out his heart, I crushed it into small pieces.At this moment, I wish death upon myself. I am not a good person, and I hurt people who loved me. I didn’t know when my sobbing turned into a slumber before a familiar voice woke me up.“Aoife, wake up, dear,” Aunt Agnes lightly shook me.Her husband brought water for me

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~Xander~After grabbing the white bouquet, I took a glance at my Rolex. I still had time to reach Arix Textiles. It was five minutes from my current location, so I decided to walk from the map directions in the blue line marked on my phone.The wind stroked my hair as it felt the aroma of San Francisco telling me something I wasn’t sure of yet. The warmth of this city has something special. I know it’s famous for its Golden Gate Bridge, cable cars, the former Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary, Fisherman’s Wharf, and its Chinatown district. But today, I feel something different inside. A stranger told me something I have wanted to hear for a long time. Then a small boy touched my heart in ways that had never happened before.Although I like to play with my nephew, this was something special. I don’t complain—not a single time—after I met him.I refreshed the G****e Maps page, and finally, I reached my destination. It’s a tall building constructed mainly with glass with a cornerstone engrave

~Aoife~It’s a beautiful day. The three of us went to a carnival near Chinatown. It’s not only Valentine’s Day but also the Chinese New Year. We wanted to surprise our nanny, who is of Chinese origin. She’s a wonderful woman, and I consider her one of my strongest supports.Living in San Francisco, I feel fortunate to experience the richness of different cultures; Chinese, Indian, Mexican, and more. We entered the carnival together and indulged in some delicious Chinese dishes like mooncakes, dumplings, and spring rolls. Alex was overjoyed. I never wanted him to feel the absence of a father, although he once asked me about his dad, and I wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was a painful question for me, but I answered him with a smile. “You can choose anyone you like as your dad.”It started as a joke, but he took it seriously. From that moment on, he picked different actors, sports figures, and anyone he admired, as his dad. Today, he chose the great Jackie Chan.“Mom, I love Chinese f