Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in.
When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light cre...
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THREE MONTHS LATER
The universe has a knack for handing us the most unexpected gifts, often in the most bizarre forms. A new job, fresh friendships, even a sudden spark of romance—they all swirl around us like a game of musical chairs. No matter how hard we try to pin them down, they're always on the move, leaving us chasing after the never-ending change.
Take my last three months, for instance. My life's taken a full-blown spin, like I've been caught in a storm of change. Some of it has been like finding a surprise party in my honor, full of joy and excitement. But other bits have been like stepping on a rake in the dark—painful and disorienting, leaving me wondering if I'll ever regain my footing. The crazy part? Everything's been moving so smoothly lately it almost feels like I'm in some kind of dream.
Just a week ago, Damian finally caved and gave me a job. After weeks of relentless begging, I landed the position. And if that wasn't enough of a plot twist, it turned out that the sweet, bubbly girl I've come to adore, Rhea, had started as well. Long before me, but still. The kicker? She's Damian's assistant. The two of them together are like watching a sun shower get taken over by storm clouds. Damian, all stoic and unflappable, versus Rhea, with her endless energy and joy—it's like a comedy act in real life.
I'll admit, I wasn't exactly a fan of Rhea at first. Her nonstop cheerfulness, joyful habits, and encyclopedic knowledge of everyone were a bit much. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she'd become such a close friend—closer even than Val, who has always been my person.
Speaking of Val, she is like a plot twist no one saw coming. A month and a half ago, I woke up to their empty room. Val and Sebastian had vanished without so much as a wave goodbye. It felt like someone had hit the mute button on my life. Val had been my go-to person for every mess I found myself in, and suddenly, she was just gone. We still talk, but there's this weird distance now like the warmth of our friendship was left behind when she packed up. It's unsettling, but I've hesitated to dig too deep—something about her recent detachment makes me nervous.
Adonis, on the other hand, has been obnoxious about his disapproval of Val's sudden disappearance. His sixth sense for detecting issues is almost scary, and he's not too pleased when Val's name comes up. His dislike has also spilled over to my new job. Even though I'm just a secretary, flashing a bright smile at the rich men and women, Adonis insists on dragging me into every meeting to keep an eye on me. I almost always refuse. I fucking love his open obsession with me, but I begged for a job, not a hang-out-with-Adonis all-day gig.
Surprisingly, Adonis has grown fond of Rhea. The two of them interacting makes me full of joy. I like to say I am the reason for his more friendly attitude, but I won't toot my own horn too much.
Most nights, we all cozy up in bed, watching our favorite shows while Parker wedges himself in at the edge of the bed, nudging us until we make space for him. It feels so right to have friends that your boyfriend actually likes.
