Her hand's still. I'm gripping it like it's the last lifeline in a storm. In my head, I'm yelling: You got this. Come back. Do it. But hey.. tears, will you stop making an entrance now? I need focus. Stop. I repeat it like a mantra. You can do it. You can do it. Again. And again. I don't know if I'm trying to convince her... or myself. ~~~ When they uncover the truth about the culprit, will they be able to handle it? Or will it tear everything apart? Their relationship is still new. Will it fall apart under pressure, or will they choose to fight for it? Step into Part Two of this gripping journey.. where light meets shadow, and love is tested by truth. ~~~ Hey lovely readers.. this is a continuation of the story 'His Return (what if...)'. I would recommend reading the first part to better understand what's happening in this one. Happy Reading. Thanks for supporting my words.

The morning Sun fell in gold across the glass buildings, but even that light bent around him. Like it couldn't touch him. Like he had his own Sun inside him, and everything else just felt dim beside it. Security flanked him like shadows. People surged. One woman sobbed and screamed his name like it hurt. Someone behind me said something like "He's beautiful," and I wanted to scream 'you have no idea'. But I said nothing. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. ~~~~~ Aaro Vaughn, a star wrapped in fame. Alicia Shalom, the grounded genius designing futures. When Aaro locks eyes with her in the crowd, time stops. She doesn't scream.. she is still.. terrifyingly still. His mind was a mess right now. He didn't know why he kept gravitating toward her.. like some half-buried memory had him on a leash. What happens when she reveals herself to him? When she falls into his glittery world, and becomes the storm no one expected? A story, a dream that feels like a memory, even if it isn't yours. This is just the beginning. The storm hasn't even stretched its wings yet.