MAYA'S DESIRE

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lack suit complementing my outfit. Raising my head slowly, I met the most beautiful set of eyes. Hair as dark as the starry night, and

With the cold touch of the rain against my skin, I shivered slightly, but I wasn't willing to l

at picture. Her smile was as bright as the sun, and it warmed my cold heart. I watched my bruised knu

a small chuckle when I remembered how my mother once cared for my wounds. She was a pure soul, and her heart was just like t

erious. She would talk about good times and try to put a smile on each of our faces. There was never

used, I raised my head to see the man standing next to me, protecting me from the rain. Frustrated, I shot

lone. Couldn't th

ing it. Just...just why was everyone hell-bent on driving me

on the grave and turned around to leave. The young man gave me an uncomfor

act that I was in public. Even with the little time I spent with Mom at the cemetery, my he

rves. My emotions were a mess but the fact that my father had buried my moth

walked in. I raised a brow, giving her a questioning gaze as I was surprised by her presence. "Why are yo

res, "What are you doing here? Where's Dad?" I asked coldly, discarding their questions. "Whe

oms," Sara responded,

funeral showed that she had given her consent. Why would she give her consent to such? Allowing my fat

walked straight to my father's study room. Placing my hand on the door, I knocked on it slowly and waite

on the day of his wife's death. I couldn't believe it. Was he trying t

said as he gave me a warm smile. Deep down I didn't want to think about it, but the ti

I ever

r be able t

asked, his brows furrowed in

thering to reply to his question. He had deprived me of seeing my mother's face fo

sked, a small smile plastered on his lips. I was surprised he could be so c

possible. He closed the file he was going through and gave me a

..mother