He lived a life strapped to a bed. Tubes winded through his nose and mouth. And a box continuously hummed, breathing life into him.

    The kiss was astronomical. Her lips soft against his, tongue flitting against each other at the right times. This was it. She was it—Valerie was the girl that Clive had been dreaming of. And after 5 years, he was here, kissing her under the heavenly bodies shrouded by the forest trees.
    Back when he confessed his feelings for her, she had rejected him. Clive knew it wasn’t right to say something while she was in a relationship but the words...

    At 6:30 sharp, my phone rings like a wake-up alarm that I’d rather put a snooze to. Not because of the early grumbling to sleep in longer, but rather the foreboding call of plea that always hangs uneasily beneath the joyful shrill ringtone of Messenger. I inhale deeply, suffocating the aching pain in my heart before I answer the call.
    And there it was again, the same scene unfolding through the phone speaker like a script being acted out every...

    Even though she had not gone to the living room, Aelia knew her brother was there. Gaius had his back turned to her, his blue cloak cascading down his arm. Even in his relaxed stance, he held the form of a military officer: a hand on the hilt of his sword and the other wrapped around his helmet with red streaks pointed upwards.
              Aelia sucked in her breath and stood with more poise as well. She opened her mouth...