In a world where social expectations often dictate who we're allowed to love, a story of unexpected passion and quiet rebellion unfolds.
"Only Just Begun" introduces us to Jeremy Whittaker, a 33-year-old security architect-brilliant, intense, and qu...
Carol lay on the bed, staring at the rain sliding down the windowpane. Three days had passed since that turbulent reunion with Jerry in the Old Vic's restroom—three days of soul-wrenching solitude. Every heartbeat still whispered his name; every sigh carried the weight of her unspoken longing. Her heart felt split in two: drawn by an undeniable passion, yet scarred by the sting of betrayal.
The kiss between Jerry and Daphne replayed in her mind like a blade twisting in her chest. She knew he could replace her with someone younger and prettier—she couldn't blame him—but that knowledge didn't dull the hurt. The age gap, once insignificant, now towered between them like an insurmountable wall. And yet...she still loved him. A magnetic pull drew her soul toward his, despite the pain.
London had become an unbearable maze. She needed Brooklyn—familiar streets, old routines, a sanctuary from the storm of memories threatening to drown her. She couldn't bear another glimpse of him, another reminder of what she might've lost. Tears streamed down, each one a testament to her fractured soul—torn, angry, desperate for clarity. She rose, moving to the window as thunder rumbled in the clouds. The rain's steady drip matched her heartbeat. In that moment, fueled by pain and fierce determination, she made her choice. She would reclaim herself. She began packing, each garment a symbol of her reclaiming ownership over her life—letting go of ghosts and painful reminders.
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A soft knock brought Liam into the room. His quiet concern stopped her mid-fold.
— You're leaving? — he asked.
— I need to go back to Brooklyn. — she replied, voice tight as she kept packing.
His eyes softened.
— Running from Jerry... or running toward yourself?
She froze, anger flaring.
— This has nothing to do with him!
— Don't lie to yourself. — he said gently. — You've been shut away for three days.
She swallowed her tears.
— I don't owe you explanations!
He stepped close, embracing her. She collapsed, surrendering to the tears she'd held back.
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