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Story: Reborn To Let Go
“Thank you, Marcus.” I broke the silence by speaking softly.
“For what?””
“For taking me in and giving me a warm sanctuary.”
Marcus smiled and teased me, saying, “How about repaying me with your hand in marriage?”
I froze for a moment before huffing with mock arrogance. “In your dreams!”
I felt ripples in my heart as I said this.
“Then tell me: how will you repay me? I’m the hero who rescued you from your predicament at the train station.
His exaggerated tone made me laugh, and I put on a stern expression. “Hero?” I believe you’re trying to extort me.”
He pretended to think deeply before saying with mock seriousness, “Let me think… How about you cook me one meal per day until school begins?”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes: “No way!” “My cooking is terrible.”
He smiled at me and said, “That’s fine; I’m not picky. Besides, even if your cooking is terrible, I will eat every bite.”
Despite my annoyance, I found myself laughing at his shameless attitude.
“Is this how you seek thanks? You are clearly trying to take advantage of me!”
“Alas, it seems my charm isn’t enough.”
He sighed, faking disappointment, and leaned in closer. “Maybe I should try harder?””
I took a quick step back as my cheeks burned. “Don’t get any ideas!”
He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw how upset I was.
“Just teasing you.” He reached out and gently ruffled my hair. “Come on, let’s go back. “Grandma will be worried.”
Mrs. Sandwood had prepared hot tea to help Marcus fight off the cold.
Holding the warm cup and feeling the cosy atmosphere of the Sandwood home, I felt some hope for the future for the first time.
Maybe letting go of the past and starting over was not such a bad idea.
On Christmas Eve, fireworks exploded outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. The deafening sound of firecrackers rose and fell in waves, and I felt like I was in another lifetime.
“Merry Christmas, Elara.”
Marcus stood very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear and making me tingly.
I turned my head and met his deep gaze; time seemed to stand still, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Merry Christmas, Marcus.”
He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I love you, Elara.”
Outside the window, fireworks continued to bloom, their brilliant colours reflecting on both my face and Marcus’.
“For what?””
“For taking me in and giving me a warm sanctuary.”
Marcus smiled and teased me, saying, “How about repaying me with your hand in marriage?”
I froze for a moment before huffing with mock arrogance. “In your dreams!”
I felt ripples in my heart as I said this.
“Then tell me: how will you repay me? I’m the hero who rescued you from your predicament at the train station.
His exaggerated tone made me laugh, and I put on a stern expression. “Hero?” I believe you’re trying to extort me.”
He pretended to think deeply before saying with mock seriousness, “Let me think… How about you cook me one meal per day until school begins?”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes: “No way!” “My cooking is terrible.”
He smiled at me and said, “That’s fine; I’m not picky. Besides, even if your cooking is terrible, I will eat every bite.”
Despite my annoyance, I found myself laughing at his shameless attitude.
“Is this how you seek thanks? You are clearly trying to take advantage of me!”
“Alas, it seems my charm isn’t enough.”
He sighed, faking disappointment, and leaned in closer. “Maybe I should try harder?””
I took a quick step back as my cheeks burned. “Don’t get any ideas!”
He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw how upset I was.
“Just teasing you.” He reached out and gently ruffled my hair. “Come on, let’s go back. “Grandma will be worried.”
Mrs. Sandwood had prepared hot tea to help Marcus fight off the cold.
Holding the warm cup and feeling the cosy atmosphere of the Sandwood home, I felt some hope for the future for the first time.
Maybe letting go of the past and starting over was not such a bad idea.
On Christmas Eve, fireworks exploded outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. The deafening sound of firecrackers rose and fell in waves, and I felt like I was in another lifetime.
“Merry Christmas, Elara.”
Marcus stood very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear and making me tingly.
I turned my head and met his deep gaze; time seemed to stand still, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Merry Christmas, Marcus.”
He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I love you, Elara.”
Outside the window, fireworks continued to bloom, their brilliant colours reflecting on both my face and Marcus’.