100 DAYS with Mr. Sebastian

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rent parts of the office as I tap the heels o

t it's not about the stack of organized

gleam. Shelves filled with leather-bound books, many of which had likely n

above the desk, his stern expression serving as a co

thable space of the of

creams wealth and power al

ng I'm used to but even after how many

all of it, that is if I

minute as I'm reminded of what I have to do in ord

my shirt and hoped it would do something to stop my throat from f

an out pretty quickly and they propose that I m

e for you Sebastian" my mom said the day Clara dro

an. Her innocent smile is full of mischief and masks the wi

rovide a bride for them or I would be forced t

now I'm forced to look for a miracle before Su

I told Dice, my best friend about my predicament

illing to marry a stranger to avoi

oot nervously. I lean forward on my desk and

hought of my one true love Elizabeth cross my mind. El

rried already and I wouldn't have to

y face rubbing my eyes that felt like they

er body, her hair, voice, smell everything was so perfect. I ex

died and every day since f

and the memory of her laugh came flooding back. A soft, mus

made everything feel lighter. She'd always tease me when I was stressed, reach acros

othing ever felt too heavy. I c

together, we sat in the park, her head resting on my shoulder as the sun set, castin

r. But forever had ended the momen

the knife of grief d

wouldn't have to face this ridiculous ultimatum or even think about Clara. I'd have Eliza

was the hollow ache o

ught to an halt by the sound of my

hany

saving grace. It's the job that keeps Elise and me afloat-barely. But even as I pull on my uniform, the weight

on Mario's goons off our doorstep for another month. I settle on the couch, my laptop balanced on my knees, and crack open

current schedule. I sigh and drop my head back on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

t prayer. God, if you're listening... ple