ManyWriters

(Cassie's Perspective) I glanced at the clock and let out a deep sigh. My head ached as I continued to wait for Max at the dinner table. The day before marked our fifth wedding anniversary, and I had hoped that at least on this special occasion, he would return earlier. But he didn't. And here I was, still awake and waiting at 3 AM. For nearly a year now, he had been coming home late. I thought yesterday would be different. Sadly, it wasn't. My eyes fell on the now-cold dishes I had lovingly prepared, just as my stomach rumbled

Withered Roses

In the span of two years, I had managed to rebuild my life from the remnants of my past. The scars from my traumatic experiences no longer caused me anguish. When I reflected on my journey, I could now manage a smile. I felt liberated, no longer bound by emotional chains.


Music had always been my refuge. It began with simple tunes I'd hum to myself to mend my broken spirit. Eventually, I became an online vocalist, and my melodies reached millions of listeners worldwide. While I wasn't conventionally famous or wealthy, I possessed something far more precious: contentment.


Chapter 13