Sometimes you are just one prayer away from everything you asked for.~AUTHOR’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~`A gesture can heal more than words when it originates in little actions. Ruben slipped in those moments when he saw her getting mistreated by Debbie. Not that he wanted to hinder, but Arlet silenced. Sobs amazed him. He never saw a girl taking those burnings so quietly. She must have trained herself to endure so much. It must have burned her badly. At that moment, he found a zeal to protect her pulsating inside his heart that could not be controlled, but she was candid enough to remind him of the practicality of their relationship.He decided to stay within the boundaries he had forgotten.“Daddy, how much time will it take?”“Just a few more minutes, Raya,” he stole a glance in Arlet’s direction, who was looking outside the window.“So, Oliver, what do you do, and how old are you?”“I am in sixth grade,”“That’s cool. What are your electives?”“Cello, and arts.” Ruben tried hard to make

In the hovering of my feature over you, there hid a thousand of reason pulling me back, but that one reason you have given me was strong enough to stay and be with you in that moment.~AUTHOR‘S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The night was long for both of them; swirling thoughts and steering opinions about the last evening was not the only one they battled, but sticking by the promises they made for themselves was more difficult to imply. Ruben felt Arlet knew Milo’s arrival already while Arlet faced the harsh truth in images of Gabriel’s story.The morning strikes early than expected and sprinkles over the sheer curtain, grazing against her skin. Arlet woke up and prayed her morning prayer before getting up from her bed, and as her morning routine, she opened her eyes to see the most desirable face of her life, Ruben.There was a time when she prayed to get up in the morning and see his face first. There was an insatiable desire, an ablaze fervent who wouldn’t want to stop pursuing his

Just when I tried to wash you off of my skin. I found you were in my heart. ~AUTHOR’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Miles and Roselin entered the ambiance, pulling the attention of the crowd. She was a well-known celebrity among the models and fashion world, and Miles was the perfume king. Two independent personalities complement each other. Arlet always thought Ruben might want a woman like her, bold and self-defined. That is why he chose Reile, but she didn’t know she was changing and challenging his every definition with her simplicity.She slid back, focusing on Raya, knowing they were heading toward them.“Hey guys,” Miles hugged Ruben and greeted Arlet with the same respect.“Hey Ruben,” Roselin pecked Ruben’s cheeks and glanced at Arlet, declaring she had no interest in greeting her.“Hey,” a plain blank work sent in Arlet’s direction.“Miles uncle,” Raya hopped from her place and hugged him.“My gift.” They had a deal. Wheneve

In the middle of my chaos there was you holding my hand, artistically reciting the words from the deep of your heart.~ AUTHOR’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~They drove back in silence. Even the chirping of the little birdie went speechless. Raya’s perked-up ears and longing heart wanted to know why Arlet was silent. Her little hand stroked down Arlet’s hand, giving her silence with empathy.Ruben is sitting in the passenger seat, stealing glances from the rear mirror. Whatever happened between Milo and her was none of his business, but there was an impulse rippling in his hand to smack Milo’s face for hurting her like this. How rude was he to leave her alone in the alley without looking back? He called himself her best friend, which he delivered, calling her onstage and hurting her when unaided.Trevor pressed the brakes, and the vehicle came to a rest. As always, Arlet turned to help Raya to settle down on her chair, but Trevor was there to conclude her efforts.“Don’t worry, Miss Rodrigu

Nothing was ok, and everything was hurting. But why did my hearts wants you beside me, knowing you are not the right one for me.~AUTHOR’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Give me the mushrooms,” Milo yelled, watching at his seventy-inch T. V“Look at the menu, and give me the items, Arlet,” he added in a rush.They lost controlling the two characters, playing a cooking game.“What?” The timer buzzed, and they could hardly collect two stars and lost customers.“Why didn’t you give me the chicken on time? It takes time to chop and fry it,” who knows? These two asking for forgiveness were now fighting over a silly game.“It’s you, busy chomping popcorn,” Arlet snapped, pointing at the half-filled bowl of spilled popcorn on the carpet.“I was hungry, besides you took lots of time to prepare the salad and fish,” he pretended, the nostrils flared.While these two fixed their day with tears, anger, and laughter and came to where he read the letter and respected her decision not to accept the shares.