Courage. A simple word. But with a hundred implications. We need courage at every stage of our lives. From the moment we take our first steps to the moment we take the leap. We need courage to leave the house, knowing the dangers that await us outside, knowing that not everything is as it seems. We need courage to say the words we've wanted to say to someone for a long time. We need courage to make a simple phone call. And now, I needed to muster up all the courage I could, to face the world that awaited me outside this limo. To face my past, my present and my inevitable future. I took a deep breath as I held Scott's hand tight. He smiled encouragingly at me, and I gave him a small, forced smile. We were greeted by the sound of flashes and bright lights. Until then, I hadn't realized that this ball was such a huge event. Immediately, Dylan and Leon were by our side, making sure no one got too close. I didn't know if I was supposed to answer questions or not. I looked t

I shouldn't have been really surprised. I actually don't know why I was surprised. I knew Pierre. And I knew he would do something like this. But I wanted to curse everything, curse everything and throw a big tantrum. Spending an entire day with Pierre Lawrence wasn't on my list of things post-breakup. And it scared the fuck out of me because he could so easily fuck my head and make me want. The effect he had on me was not normal. At least, I didn't think so. — Jennifer. Pierre's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw him standing by the makeshift stage, reaching for me. I raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I need your help? - Think. You can always jump into my arms. Pierre replied, making me almost growl in annoyance. However, I gave him a sweet smile. “I can get out of here alone, thank you very much. Without waiting for an answer, I walked down the stage, suddenly realizing that everyone was watching my every move. I saw Adrian smiling as soon as I went downstairs. I s

There are some places that make us happy. Places we will visit whenever possible. These are the good places. Where you feel the joy of life, where you are grateful for the gift of life. In these places, we forget all our troubles and make way for happiness. For the happiness that consumes us and that warms our interior. The orphanage had become that place for me. It had been some time since I first came here. I was closest to Andreas, but the other kids were amazing too. I looked at Pierre in total surprise. He shrugged. “I know you don't want to spend a whole day alone with me. That way you won't. You will spend a day with these children. And I'm sure they love you as much as... He stopped, and I looked at him, stunned. He was about to say something. Something big, I suppose. But that only served to make me more confused than ever. I raised my eyebrows, making the decision to test the waters. - As well as? “Everyone who loves you. Pierre said, but his words soun

Fear. Four letters, but a word that every human being knows. It is impossible not to be afraid of anything. It is fear that makes us human. It is he who unites us. It is he who makes us see life in a negative or positive way. And the worst kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. The one we don't know where it comes from or what it can cause. And that fear clung to me. Someone wanted to kill Pierre. We had a confusing day today where he apparently knew about the attempt on his life. And yet he was more concerned about me than he was about himself. I didn't know whether to throw one of your expensive vases at his head, or just kiss him senselessly. I waited for Pierre to speak again. “Do you have any leads, Gus? “Only a few, but we need to be very careful. I'll take care of it until we're completely sure. - What do you have in mind? Pierre looked tired. My heart tightened. “We'll keep the house safe. And let's do damage control with the media. The people who tried

Pierre made his way to me, careful but not at all hesitant. I knew what he would do. What was going on in his mind. And I saw in slow motion the movement of his neck coming down to my height, his lips parting and the breath of air he took before touching my mouth with his. My first reaction was to kiss him back. I wanted to put all my anguish, all my pain into that kiss. But my hands acted of their own accord, and I pushed him away. - No. I whispered, my eyes moving from his face to nothing specific. "Jennifer..." Pierre started to say, but I cut him off. — No, Pierre. Stop this. My voice broke at the end when I walked away from him. Before he could say anything, the elevator opened and I got out. I knew Pierre was going to follow me. I would be surprised if he didn't. Leon and Dylan were at my door. I smiled at them as I entered. Even before the door closed behind me, Pierre caught it. “Jennifer,” Pierre asked. - listen me. I still refused to look at him. 'What'