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#1 infatuation
#1 tonimahfud
#5 dark romance
#1 abusivecontent
Amelia Hutton, 18, is a radiant young woman whose heart belongs to her family, especially her fiercely protective older brother, Jonathan. Her world is safe, simple-until sh...
Awakened by the soft chime of my alarm, I lay in bed a moment longer, coming to terms with the significance of the day. It was the final chapter of my school life, a day filled with the sweet sorrow of farewells and the thrilling promise of new beginnings. As I stirred from my sheets, a wave of nostalgia washed over me, tinted with the sadness of leaving behind the familiar faces and fond memories that had shaped my youthful days.
My mind wandered to the friends who had stood by me through trials and triumphs, their laughter and support now memories to be cherished. Amidst these reflections, I scarcely noticed the tears that began to trace silent paths down my cheeks. The thought of parting from my teachers, especially Mrs. Smith, who had guided me with such care and wisdom, filled me with a poignant sense of loss. Their lessons would soon be nothing more than echoes in the corridors of my mind.
Wiping away my tears, I rose and made my way to the washroom to prepare for the day ahead. I chose a dress that felt special yet understated, a lavender tulle gown adorned with delicate appliqué that hugged my form with elegant simplicity. My makeup was minimal, a subtle enhancement that contrasted sharply with the bolder looks some of my classmates might choose. Around my neck, I fastened a necklace, a cherished gift from Mark, its simplicity a perfect complement to my attire. My hair fell in soft curls around my shoulders, framing my face as I took one last look in the mirror, a reflection of the young woman I had become. Satisfied, I headed downstairs to breakfast, ready to face the day's farewells and the new beginnings that awaited beyond.
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As I entered the dining room, the comforting presence of my mother greeted me first. She enveloped me in a warm embrace, her affectionate kiss landing softly on my forehead. "My darling, you are shining like a star," she whispered, her hand gently caressing my cheek with maternal tenderness.
"Thank you, Mom. After all, whose daughter am I?" I quipped back, a playful sparkle in my eye, our shared laughter filling the room. Curious, I asked about the whereabouts of my father and brother.
"Your dad already left for work, and Jon—well..." Her sentence trailed off as Jon himself breezed into the room, a timely interruption.
"There you are, Jon. Just look at your sister, isn't she stunning today?" she announced with a bright smile.
Jon eyed me up and down, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Gorgeous? Looks more like a sack of potatoes to me," he teased, his voice ripe with sibling jest.
"Jon, you look even worse, and you've got a bit of a stench, too. Please keep your distance, or I might actually start to feel sick," I retorted, playfully wrinkling my nose in mock disgust.
"Says the one who stinks like a dead rat," he shot back, erupting into laughter.
"Enough, you two," Mom chided gently but firmly, her hands patting both of our heads with equal affection. "Come now, let's have breakfast. There's much to celebrate today, my beloved children."
