I was sleeping until I felt someone's present so strong that I count help but woke up with a jolt. But found no-one.
Sweats started to form in my temple. I breathed heavily before looking here and there in this unknown place, where I was being brou...
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Couple of days later
My heart busted with sheer joy, I sprinted down the stairs, my heart filled with the anticipation of staying at my friend, Lily's house for several days of sleepovers. It was our grand plan, full of endless possibilities. We could shop together, explore the town, and play every game we knew. It was a thought that brought an uncontainable smile to my face.
However, that jubilant day was also the day when I received a message from my stalker. Even now, it feels odd and unsettling to refer to that person as my 'stalker'. But, since that day, there has been a comforting silence. They haven't contacted me, and for that, I am more than relieved.
Bounding into the kitchen, I sang out, "Mom, can I stay at Lily's place for three whole days!? Pretty please?" It was a plea filled with hope. But for the first time, my mother's reply was firm and unwavering, "No!"
Taken aback, I protested, "But why???" Tears started to well up in my eyes.
"Your brother is going back to Canada in the next two days and you should spend time with him now!" My mother replied in a tone that brokered no argument.
"What!?" I asked, my mind whirling in confusion.
"Yes, he's going back," she confirmed.
"But why?"
"He has work to do," she said simply.
A sigh of discontent escaped my lips. Despite my initial protest, I couldn't hide the fact that I hated the idea of being away from my brother. He was my sanctuary, my safe place, even though I would never openly admit it. We shared a bond, a connection that was special, and his departure would leave a void that no amount of sleepovers at Lily's could fill.
As the gravity of her words sank in, I felt a lump forming in my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. But my heart was heavy with a sense of loss. My brother, my confidante and protector, was leaving again. His departure was like a recurring nightmare, a sequence of events I had hoped never to relive.
My mind began to race with thoughts and memories. The countless hours we had spent together, laughing, arguing, sharing secrets, and creating a treasure trove of unforgettable moments that only siblings can share.
I trudged up to my room, the weight of the news slowing my steps. I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in the soft pillow. The familiar scent of my brother, still lingering in the room, was a cruel reminder of the impending separation.
After a while, I decided to confront my feelings instead of wallowing in self-pity. I wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, and walked towards my brother's room. He was sitting there, engrossed in packing his belongings, unaware of the emotional turmoil I was going through.
"Hey," I called out softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned around, his face lighting up with his usual warm smile. "Hey, kiddo," he replied cheerfully.
And just like that, my resolve crumbled. The sight of him, so casual and unaffected, made the reality of the situation even more painful. I rushed towards him, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
He seemed taken aback for a moment, but then he returned the hug, his strong arms providing the comfort I so desperately needed.
"Promise me you'll come back soon," I mumbled into his shirt, my voice shaky.
"I promise," he replied softly, his words bringing a small measure of comfort to my aching heart.
As I walked out of his room, I realized that life was a series of goodbyes and hellos, of endings and new beginnings. And as much as I hated to say goodbye, I knew it was a part of growing up. But for now, I was determined to make the most of the remaining time with my brother, cherishing each moment before his departure.
In the moments following his abrupt departure, the silence was pierced by the shrill ringing of my phone. The caller ID displayed Lilly's name, indicating that my presence was urgently required at the university for a matter of significant importance. Despite the emotional chaos brewing within me, a result of the morning's unexpected events, I resolved to pull myself together and commence the preparations for my day.
Fortunately, the early morning hours were on my side. The hands of the clock had just struck seven when my mother shared the unsettling news of my brother's sudden departure, while my university classes were not scheduled to start until the ninth hour. This afforded me a substantial window of time to ready myself, a luxury I was deeply thankful for.
Turning my attention to my attire, I opted for a minimalistic yet fashionable white crop top, which I thoughtfully paired with straight-cut pants in a subdued shade, emphasizing the simplicity of my outfit. To bring a splash of color and vivacity to the ensemble, I chose a pair of peach-colored heels that not only complemented the coolness of the season but also added an unexpected twist. To shield myself against the cold, I slipped on a long, light brown-colored jacket and wrapped a snug scarf around my neck. The coordination with my footwear created a visually pleasing, harmonious blend.
My beloved timepiece, a symbol of elegance and sophistication, found its rightful place on my wrist, enhancing the overall look. Ensuring my hair wouldn't be a distraction throughout the day, I secured it back with a claw clip, favoring a tidy and practical hairstyle. The final touch was a spritz of my cherished Chanel perfume. The familiar scent engulfed me in a cloud of fragrance, always successful in bolstering my confidence and setting a tone for the day. Thus, thoroughly prepared and looking my best, I embarked on my journey to the university.
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(OOTD) **idk about colours that much so, if I say wrong name of any colour then pls forgive me**
As I stepped out of my home, the crisp morning air greeted me, a stark contrast to the warm confines I had just left behind. The streets were still relatively quiet, the early hour ensuring that the usual hustle and bustle were yet to take over. It was a small respite, a moment of tranquility that I cherished as I made my way towards my vehicle. The short walk to the car was filled with thoughts of the day ahead - the classes, the conversations, and the inevitable challenges that awaited.
The drive to the university was a familiar routine, a path I had traversed countless times. The familiarity of the route offered a sense of comfort, a steady constant amidst the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. As I navigated the streets of my town.
Upon reaching the university, I was immediately engulfed by the vibrant energy that the institution always seemed to hold. Students were bustling about, some rushing to their classes, others engrossed in animated conversations. It was a scene of organized chaos, a glimpse into the myriad lives evolving and intertwining within the walls of the university.
I walked towards the campus with a renewed sense of purpose, my mind focused on the tasks at hand. The emotional turmoil that had threatened to unsettle me, now took a back seat. It was time to tackle the day and the challenges it presented. And so, with a deep breath and a determined stride, I stepped into the heart of the university, ready to face whatever the day had in store.
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