GROWING UP WITH MY LOVE

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e engine of my car and my heartbeat racing in my chest. The road was dark, but the color white caught my eyes. I su

ath came in short. The car bumper cut through the electrical tower. It seemed to be struck by another car on the side as

lping them. I let out a

oor. I step out of my car, maintaining my eyes in the right direction when suddenly a fire flares.

. I can't, no, please. This can't be happening. It happened. A debate in my head lasted for

elly?

sion. A pair of almond eyes with black orb

ook me, taking me out of my trance.

is scattered all over the road. Beads of sweat dripped on my temple because

id, my voi

of me is reality. An hour ago, I was just living a normal life. I have everything that the world could offer. But none of them matter n

he reality in front of my eyes that I refused to acknowledge. I took a small st

s unsafe for yo

he is the bad guy here. He just gave me a blank face, adamant not to let me go. I pulled my arms away from him, but it wa

landed on a white ceiling and white walls as I opened my eyes. I was lying on a fiery

urface was above my headbo

nd the other rubbed my eyes to recover from a horrible sce

a tear at the nightmare that kep

ped myself adjust and lean

ock. "Oh God, I need to call Marie." I hurriedly grabbed my phone on the side table and dia

ng, dear. W

r breakfast. Let me know if there's anything you want me to add to the proposal," I started. I

st," she paused. "I remember, besty, I have to send it to you through em

t to me now," I said and sat on

Is there an

forget that man's back, but the problem remains: I have had no clear sight of

st friend call

hing I want to

all e

hat a guy walked away from the car before it blew up. The man could be one cu

d me a different story bef

y didn't he show up after the incident? Something is missing here. He could

have found no trace of that man. And crimi

w this man. There is something he needs to tell me. I can't take thi

on the other line. "No... N

e to know. "Nothing, it's just that my nightmare is confusing me. For almost two years

me know if you need my help with your propo

ay my favorite body perfume. Carrying a shoulder bag out of my room, I saw mom and dad at the dining table, having breakfast. I was lucky enough to ha

g and kiss before: an influential leader and legendary Arthur Cruz. The breakfast was quiet as mom fed dad with a bowl of

her name as I made

"Nelly, are you going? Come,

ng late for my meeting with a client," I said as I drew nearer to

t on his upper lip, and a smile reached his eyes. There was an improve

mom said as I step

o the taxi that was wait

anded the taxi driver. "And please, don't drive too f

the accident almost two years ago leads to anxiety, especially when I s

n the verge of opening the do

He must have been 6 footers as I stood 5'6. The corner of his lips curled up; I fell into

customer's concern," said the security. He apologized for not opening the d

ng. Some of them are not in a perfect heart shape, showing that it's been there for quite a while. The wind was wallowing in the heart-shaped balloon as I went upstairs. A s

hat happened in the doorway. Opening the door, I brushed shoulders with th

ffed the sleeve of my dr

t have an expensive perfume to think that it lin

ed on the table. I opened my eyes to check on my meal. Only to find out that