ManyWriters

For six years, I had been Keith's betrothed. He lavished me with attention but never spoke of marriage. Gathering my nerve, I asked him to wed me at my birthday celebration, only for him to depart without a word. Later, someone captured an image of him embracing the girl from next door. He was irritated by my independent action and claimed I was being distrustful. Yet I later discovered him chuckling with his companions. "Zoey clings to me out of gratitude for her parents' life-saving deed. I believe I've settled that obligation after all this time." With a pained smile

Disillusioned Love

I immersed myself in conversations with people living on the streets, experiencing the blend of destitution and creativity. I conversed with romantic partners who effortlessly balanced affection and personal space. I gazed at the Eiffel Tower's reflection dancing on the Seine, captivated by its beauty.


In a mere eight weeks, my creativity flourished. My drawings from this period were highly commended by my mentors. Given another year, I could evolve into a skilled designer, showcasing my work on grander platforms.


Unfortunately, reality wasn't as straightforward as I'd hoped.


One peaceful evening, Keith called me. "Zoey, haven't you stirred up enough chaos? You vanished for two months because you missed one graveyard visit? Do you realize how many times I've tried to reach you? I've been frantic searching for you! Have you no compassion?"


I replied calmly, "Is there something you need from me?"


Chapter 6