Dreams Come True

. A spe

l pursuit with an incredibly handsome man. A broad smile illuminate

catch you?" the mesm

she responded, her heart pounding in her chest, as the capti

t I'm about to do next. Remember, you grant

but his deep, captivating eyes. She gradually retreated, until her back me

re we saying?

tend to do?" Sa

't bring you plea

his captivating eyes. She found herself captivated by the

as something, or rather s

attempted to escape but found h

cklish?" he

exploit that vulnerabilit

d, though his eyes betr

d his playful assaults, while he skillfully held her hands above her he

Stop, I

from yet another dream, a smile gracing he

ith her hands, contemplating the identity of the recurring enigmatic

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ina'

his angelic visage, pondering how a mere stranger appearing in my dreams could effor

rs back to what happened six months ag

ife with my small, blissful family. My parents were overjoyed and proud o

six month

hat she could bring justice to the victims whom Rick Orleans had harmed. She had receive

with a serene smile on her face. Yet, her heart remained restless, a ling

t turned her world upside down. The caller informed her that her par

aths. She cried, mourned, and pleaded with her parents not to leave her alone. Alas, h

well. Her father left Sabrina with a final

is pain will eventually fade, transforming you into someone whom everyone will admire.

, shaping her path forward as she vowed to honor her paren

sen

my "Angel," the man I dream of who serves as my guardian angel, I doubt I could have come this far. It was three months after my parents'

eld an inexplicable allure, drawing me toward him. The next day, for the first time in months, I felt alive. Tho

a building. In my dreams, he would smile as soon as he caught sight of me standing there. However, that moment never

I saw him again. It felt surreal when he asked me why I was waiting for him, and I could only shrug my shoulder

ut realizing it. I searched for his face everywhere but found no one even remotely resemblin

ved top paired with black jeans. With a light touch of makeup, including sunscreen, a touch of blush, and some mascara to enhance my naturally voluminous lashes, I co

t never truly felt like one. Home should be a sanctuary, a place where happiness resides, a place where someone eagerly awaits your return

al Stacy's number. Stacy, my assistant journali

. I hope you're doin

fine. How about you?" Stacy's vo

confirm with Mr. Finn where I need to re

r you," Stacy replies, and I hear the sou

he call. "Yes, Mr. Finn requests your presence at his office. He m

acknowledge her response. "By the way, how many tim

h. "I'm sorry, I'll make sure no

tieth birthday, which was only eight months ago. Sitting behind the wheel always reopens old wounds

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x of excitement and annoyance as my parents teased

ift for you. So be it. I am not going to show you what I

r already what we have for her." Mom supp

Lyn?" Dad winked at Mom

ckyard. Without removing the blindfold, Dad handed me som

front of me was a beautiful black Audi R8, my all-time favorite car. I had always

gleaming before me, with 'Iris' written in bold on the number

" Dad asked, his eyes f

forward and engulfed Dad in a tight hug, f

est! I love you," I chimed, my voice filled with grat

plied, his voice filled with affecti

o suggested the idea to get this as a birthday gift,

getting you," Dad reassured he

ith my own money. You guys have spoiled me way too much

our only daughter?" They said it in unison

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d. Yet, paradoxically, these are also the moments I cherish the most. My parents left behind everything

ave me with was their presence, the one thing I long for the most. They did everything for me and taught me everyth

wly. However, they both departed simultaneously, leaving me entirely on my own. I didn't realize how long

dged face, I step into my car and begin my journey to work. After

deter me from achieving that. There's no way I will stop.

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ted Stacey standing at the entrance

ing gaze at the car that I rarely had the chance to drive as a journalist. Despite the atten

nytime. I wouldn't mind," I respon

bicycle to save my life," she chuckled,

, her tone conveying a sense of urgency. With that, I made my way inside the office, curious about what this gr

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