The sun goes down as the moon takes its place. Stars scattered in the sky cover it as it twinkles like a diamond in the sky. The night comes alive with a symphony of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. The gentle breeze carries a sense of tranquility, inviting us to gaze up at the celestial beauty above. Lying on the bed, looking at the sky by the window, and watching as the stars twinkle and shine, the view is always fascinating to the young minds of the children, as they continuously stare at it silently. Their imaginations soar as they wonder about the vastness of the universe and the possibility of other worlds beyond our own. The night sky becomes a canvas for their dreams and aspirations, inspiring them to reach for the stars in their own lives. "Mama," Liam calls, watching the sky with fascination. "Why can we only see stars at night and not in the morning? With Liam’s age, his curiosity is growing too, and his mind is full of questions, always looking at me to answer hi

“Good morning, Jane. I heard someone greeting me the moment I stepped out of the house. “Good morning, Mrs. Samuel,” I replied with a smile on my face. She is one of my neighbors, whose house is right next to mine. “So... how are you?” “I’m fine,” I said with a smile. “I made some cookies. Why don't you come later and have some for Liam? She said brightly. “I would love to,” I replied, making my way towards Brandon’s house. Mr. and Mrs. Samuel are such a lovely couple in their eighties. Their story is filled with many ups and downs, but yet they are happy together. Looking at them made me think of Jared. He was everything—my boyfriend, my love, my first kiss, my prom partner, everything. In every step of my life, he was there for me, supporting me and standing by my side. We also have our ups and downs, but in the end, we lost our love in the battle of life. And he is nowhere but in my memories. I sighed, shaking my head. I can't change the past, and thoughts of happily ever af

"Who is she? And what power does she possess to separate you from her?" I inquired, eager to understand the situation fully. Brandon glanced at me, running his hand over his hair before he sighed heavily. “Marian is my ex-wife.” Brandon’s married, and I’m hearing about it now. After five years, great. I couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and frustration at the revelation. It was disheartening to learn about Brandon's marital status after such a long time of being friends. “You are married, and you’re telling me now,” I said, my voice tinged with disappointment. "Why didn't you mention this before?" I couldn't help but wonder why Brandon had kept his marital status a secret for so long. “Was,” Brandon corrected with a stern face. I couldn't help but notice a shift in Brandon's demeanor as he corrected me. His stern face hinted at a deeper story behind his past marital status, leaving me even more curious about the reasons for his secrecy. “Was…, but not once in the last five y

“Marry me,” Brandon said, the forbidden words hanging in the air between them. “No,” I said, without giving it a second thought. Brandon's hopeful expression faltered as if he hadn't anticipated my immediate rejection. I freed my hands from his grasp, turning my face away from him. I could feel the weight of his disappointment settling on my shoulders, but I knew deep down that saying yes would have been a betrayal to myself. I don’t even want to look at his face after hearing his words. “Jane, listen to me first,” he said, calling my name as he grabbed my shoulder, turning my body towards him, face to face. His eyes pleaded with me, searching for understanding. I could see the vulnerability in his gaze, but my resolve remained unyielding. Brandon stared into my eyes. But my mind was so outraged by his words that I shoved his hands away from my shoulder. I took a step back, creating distance between us. The anger within me intensified as I struggled to find the right words to expr

I took a few steps back, looking at Brandon, who was standing right beside me. Brandon’s face, as usual, was unreadable, showing no emotions. I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were running through his mind. His stoic expression always left me curious about what he was truly feeling. And to my shock, he did something that froze all my senses. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll never do anything without your consent ever in my life,” he mumbled, with his voice so low that only I could hear as Brandon placed his hands on both sides of my head, planting his lips on my head in between my brows, kissing it gently. Both our eyes connected, staring at each other as his hands caressed my hair gently. At that moment, I felt a rush of emotions overwhelming me. It was as if time stood still, and all I could focus on was the intensity of his gaze and the tenderness of his touch. It was a gesture that spoke volumes