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CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS CLUSTER BOOK #1
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They are childhood sweethearts, Ridh and Aira-the inseparable duo. He loves her, and she loves him. What could possibly go wrong? Before Aira heads to Stanford Univ...
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The water cascades over me, warm and soothing, a comforting embrace that momentarily washes away the chaos swirling in my mind. I let it drown out the world as I close my eyes, focusing on the rhythmic sound of droplets hitting the tiled floor. I stand there, letting the steam envelop me, but my thoughts drift far from the sanctuary of my shower.
Images flash in my mind—my father's laughter, the way he used to ruffle my hair, and my uncle's booming voice filled with warmth. Those moments feel like fragments of a life that was suddenly shattered. I can almost hear the sirens in the distance, the frantic whispers of disbelief echoing in my ears. I take a deep breath, letting the steam fill my lungs, but it doesn't cleanse me of the questions that haunt me.
Who could have done this?
As I lather my hair with shampoo, the sweet scent of lavender distracts me momentarily, but the nagging thought returns. I rinse, and the water swirls down the drain, taking with it the remnants of the past but leaving the weight of the present firmly anchored in my chest. I lean against the cool tiles, wondering if I'll ever find peace.
After the shower, I step out, the air cooler against my damp skin. I reach for my fluffy towel, the one my father gave me on my 19th birthday, one of the 19 gifts I received that day. I can almost hear him teasing me about how I'd be late for everything because I'd spend too much time wrapped up in it. I rub the towel over my skin, the fibres soft against my body, yet it feels like I'm still wrapped in the chaos of unanswered questions.
Standing in front of the mirror, I begin my skincare routine. I gently pat a toner onto my face, letting it seep into my skin, all while my thoughts swirl. Each product feels like a ritual, a momentary distraction from the heavy questions pressing on my mind. I layer on moisturiser, feeling its coolness soak in, yet it does nothing to soothe the fire of anger and confusion bubbling inside me.
