Day 1
Hey! First day without you. I miss you already! You're a great person. Love you!
I lay on my stomach, the cool pages of the notebook pressed against my face, offering a brief escape. I needed it today. The message from Lou, filled with affection and warmth, felt like a lifeline, a tiny piece of love I could hold onto. If I could, I would have eaten every meal in my room, away from the family, away from the tension. People said family was everything, that you were supposed to love them because they'd never betray you, but I knew better. My aunt, clinging to tradition, believed that family meant tolerating each other's flaws, no matter how suffocating.
Suddenly, the familiar roar from the table broke my moment of peace.
— "Mary!" my aunt's boyfriend bellowed, beer spilling from his can. "I don't get why your nephew doesn't have a job. He's old enough. Does Mr. 'misunderstood artist' think money grows on trees? At his age, I was working in demolition before the army. Does he think he'll pay rent with a drawing of flowers? I hope you enjoyed your time away, while the rest of us were keeping this place running."
— "Please, Arthur, don't scream at the table," my aunt said, as if she was trying to appease the situation.
—"He is right, you should get a job." she added
— "Okay," I grumbled.
These days, I had trouble getting jobs because everything bored me, and if I was hired, I would get fired immediately for not understanding the proper values of the job. But I knew this man was a hypocrite. Since he arrived in our lives, he had never worked a single hour. My aunt was the one working, and she was working harder than ever to support Arthur and me. Was I better than him?
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Loving a Black Rose
Romance"Loving a Black Rose" is a story where love blooms in the shadow of an ancient tree, offering two souls a brief escape from the turbulence of life. Beneath its defiant branches, vivid moments of tenderness unfold against a backdrop of unspoken truth...
