What If We Love Again?

ON'S

ness has settled upon my soul. The world around me has lost its vibrancy. Its colors were now muted

p to her by my side, telling me it's all a prank. I remember her gentle touch, her soothing voice that could calm any storm within me. She was my rock, my guiding lig

remember the days when she was alive, she loved spending her evenings in the garden. She had a sp

for life and the resilience she showed even in the face of adversity. The roses, with their velvety petals, symboliz

rough the garden. The fragrance of the blooming flowers enveloped me, transporting me back to those ch

of composure, as if she had everything under control. Anise had always been the one to strive to be the bigger person, to shoulder the burdens and

er into the investigation could potentially unearth painful truths that might shatter her seemingly unbreakable facade. I

couldn't help but feel the need to protect her in return. I wanted to spare her from the heartache an

It was clear that Anise poured her heart into preparing this dinner. I was grateful to her because she knew wha

colors of the vegetables, the tantalizing aroma of the spices, and the inviting sight of the perf

a long shadow that seemed to mir

worries, my fears, and the unspoken desire to protect her from the truth that lay ahead.

ething troubled her deeply, yet she insisted on keeping it to herself, repeatedly claiming

fingers. The touch was meant to convey reassurance, a silent pledge that she could confide in me without

I found something...something that might help with Mum's case. I saw a video on a flash drive I found in our mother's room and it was a video of dad. I don't

nvolvement in the investigation was a possibility, especially since they turned foes after the divorce. But the reality of s

t a second thought, I rose from my seat and made my way toward the door, the need for solace driving m

ite from the overwhelming reality that awaited me. Lucas had always been my anchor, a steadfast presence through

antly brought in a positive energy. Without uttering a word, he embraced

tion, escaping the confines of reality. Each button press and joystick movement became an act of defiance against the mundane. The pixels on the screen danced before our ey