《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining. To heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
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You left this world 4 years, 10 months, 4 days, 7 hours, and 23 minutes ago. And I haven't stopped counting the seconds since you left my arms. The boys are turning five soon, and not a day goes by that they don't talk about you. They miss you, Aideen. We all do.
I still find it hard to believe that our souls were meant for each other, but I have to remind myself of that every time I feel the ache. Adrastus' first word was "mama," and I was so proud, but it broke me inside that you weren't here to hear it.
Drystan was the first to walk, and of course, Adrastus followed right after him—always sticking close like they've been doing since birth. Adrastus is your spitting image, you know? Everything about him reminds me of you, and it makes the hole in my heart ache even more. I miss you, Aideen. So much. The boys call Jack "Uncle Cool." It's probably because he still insists on wearing his sunglasses inside whenever he comes over. And Christiana? They've started calling her "Grandma," which is funny because I think it stuck after she dressed up as an old lady for their first Halloween.
It's the little things that make them laugh.
Jack has accepted that you're gone, though it doesn't come easy. He avoids the Safe House in Oregon. It reminds him too much of you, too much of the memories we've shared.
Christiana hasn't fully come to terms with your absence either. None of us have, really. It's hard, Aideen. It's hard not having you in our lives. As for me, I don't know if I'll ever accept that you're not here. Some nights, I don't even want to live.
I wanted you, Aideen. I wanted your warmth, your love. And now all that's left is a cold emptiness where you used to be.
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring out the window as the moonlight casts shadows through the curtains. Your side of the bed has remained untouched, undisturbed for the last four years. It's like I'm waiting for you to come back, even though I know you never will. Eventually, I got up and headed downstairs, where I could hear the boys watching TV.
Their laughter echoed faintly as I opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I was about to head back to the dining room to pick up my phone, only to realize it wasn't there. Turning around, I spotted it on the kitchen island.
"Who was on my phone?" I asked, a little confused. Both boys turned around to face me.
"It was me. Sorry, Dad," Drystan said, looking a little sheepish.
I smiled, my heart heavy but softened by his honesty. "It's okay, buddy, but why did you touch it?
"His response came with a small, innocent smile, "Because I wanted to say hello to Mom.
