It is really frustrating when I try everything, even sleeping pills, and still can not get any shut-eye. It's as if sleep is playing hard to get with me. And in those moments when I discover myself not being able to sleep, I find myself gazing at the sky, watching the moon disappear and the sunrise, it's like time stands still. The sky has this magical power to always calm my nerves and bring a sense of relief and comfort. It's almost like a gentle reminder that everything will be okay, although I know it isn’t. Last night was such a long and exhausting night for me. I was really looking forward to getting the sleep I desperately deserved. But thanks to Samaria and her fake care towards me, I didn’t get the sleep. Her presence just throws me off balance and makes me feel so restless and uneasy. It's like my body and mind refuse to relax when she is around me. And just like that, the sleeping pills I took lost their magic powers against her. Using the back of my hand to delicately ru

"Where did you get that?" I ask, my eyes darting from the locket to her face, curiosity bubbling inside me. "What are you talking about?" Samaria asked, a look of confusion on her face.I pointed at the locket in question and replied, "That locket. Where did you get it?" As I reached out to touch it, I couldn't help but notice that it felt exactly like mine—a smooth, metallic surface. I had seen many lockets before, but none quite like this.The situation felt incredibly strange. How did Samaria end up having the same locket as me?"This is a bit awkward," she said, gently removing my hands from the locket. "I know it's a beautiful piece, but there's no need to act so strangely about it.""Where did you get it from?" I asked again, my curiosity piqued.With a groan, she responded, "You are acting really strange about this but If you must know, it's from my parents. They gave it to me on my... my tenth birthday.""Tenth birthday," I quickly interjected, voicing out the words I presume

"It's great to see you again, Bella! I must admit, I was quite taken aback when you mentioned that you urgently needed to meet with me. I sincerely hope that everything is fine and there are no pressing issues," he said in a calm manner.Sitting across from me was none other than Uncle Martin, a figure with an air of mystery surrounding him. Without wasting a single moment, I promptly contacted him and requested his presence. Initially, he displayed some hesitation, but when I mentioned Austin's name as a persuasive factor, he swiftly acquiesced and wasted no time in joining us."You don't have to put up a facade of pleasantness now that Austin isn't around," I remarked, hinting at a sense of skepticism in my tone."Well, if that's the case, why am I even here?" he asked sternly, his voice dripping with rudeness and annoyance.I couldn't help but cringe at the sound of his voice. In response to his question, I mustered up the courage to answer, "I called you here because there seems t

I have had enough time to think, enough time to calm down, and enough time to realize that everything I believed in was all a big fat lie. From the beginning of my life to where I am today…. All were lies. It really hurts me knowing that I have been living a lie this entire time, and Layla - who I thought was my real sister turned out to be another lie I was told. The reality surely will not change my love and care for her but it definitely will change something between us. Like the way I view myself with her and the way, our lives are completely connected yet differ from each other. With a sigh, I kiss Layla’s forehead as I watch her sleeping peacefully. She seriously needs the sleep considering she’s been up all night due to stomach aches. The nurse says that it’s food poisoning, I don’t know how though because I make all her meals but it’s not really something to be extremely worried about since she is now feeling better. On my way out of Layla’s room, I turn back to look at her,

The soft, refreshing breeze brushed against my skin, creating a sense of tranquility. As I gazed at Austin, his face appeared distant and rigid, devoid of its usual warmth. I couldn't help but sigh, my mind filled with questions about his sudden change in demeanor. Typically, Austin loves going on walks with me, but today, it feels as though I'm intruding or imposing on him in some way. It's puzzling and leaves me wondering what could be going on, isn’t he loving walking around with me like he does before?As we stroll through the garden, silence hangs heavy between us. Austin's quietness always manages to make me chuckle, leaving me wondering if he's simply too exhausted to talk or if he just doesn't feel like chatting with me. Perhaps he's still not over everything that happened, or maybe he's yet to forgive me.Letting out a sigh, I gaze at him and muster the courage to speak up. "Things have been really tough for me," I say, hoping for a response. However, Austin remains unintere