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"It's nice to have someone who will just listen and not tell you they feel sorry. it's nice to have someone who knows what to say." I respond, my voice quiet. "Is that why you came with me to the cemetery?" I ask, a smile creeping onto my lips as I remember her calling me a murderer. She cooked up quite the scheme that day. "I had a feeling." She says. "You had that look." "The look? Right." I laugh, mocking her. "No," She begins, a laugh now escaping her lips. "That's not-" "No, no. I understand." I say, still laughing. The tears in her eyes disappear and she laughs. "It's the look of quiet desperation and sadness, the one that says, please notice me so I can tell you my sob story." ----------- Maya, fresh out of college is looking for a way to balance a job, her friends, and her grandma. Afraid to leave her cancer ridden grandma by herself, Maya doesn't spend much time with her friends. While her friends know of her situation, none of them understand it. Maya finds herself emotionally lonely, just hoping for someone to understand what she is going through, hoping someone will understand why she has such a hard time leaving home. Archer has a brand new job as a student teacher at an elementary school. A year ago, he lost his little brother to cancer, now bringing a sunflower to his grave everyday. Trying hard to navigate through loss and frustration, he finds himself looking for something constant. For him, it was Maya Jones.

First of all I will say that I am writing story for the first time and this is my first experience. I am a college girl and my writing skills probably worse than yours. Apologies to my lovely viewers in advance for my minor mistakes. I hope you will forgive my every mistake and show me my mistakes. And you will always be by my side♡ ~♥~

It was a cold Friday morning in New York. Snow kept falling blocking the streets and drivers rushing to get to work, including me. I woke up with no motivation, but all of a sudden my day changed.

The load of life during a pandemic is already enough for the New York City criminal lawyer, Jessica Myers to bare. She struggles to keep a steady head at an unstable firm, yet try to paint a good image of her dysfunctional family. She finds herself taking on unimaginable tasks and questionable business trips with her best friend and assistant Stacy. Jessica's baggage gets heavier each time she takes a business trip. She's determined to keep her baggage secured to protect her family at all cost - even killing.

A short story where a simple choice like that of choosing a train car ends up reigniting old love.

📅 New chapters every Friday ✍️ Written in simple, easy English so more people can feel the story. This is not just a story. It is a life many people carry quietly They thought coming here would change everything. They didn't know what it would take. They didn't come to New York chasing dreams. They came carrying them. A quiet house in Queens-New York, shared spaces, and rules no one explains. Strangers become family. Silence says more than words. Each woman is building something: a future, a way out, a version of herself she hasn't reached yet. The house has its own rhythm. Its own way of holding people together. No one talks about it. But everyone feels it. Between long workdays, late-night thoughts, and messages from home, they begin to understand what it really means to stay... to endure... and to keep going. Because some dreams don't change your life. They ask you to survive it.