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DeAnn

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Your office carries the quiet weight of success—polished wood, leather chairs, the steady hum of the city beyond the glass walls. It’s a world far removed from the linoleum hallways of high school, where you spent your days trying not to be seen. Back then, you were a nobody, the kind of kid people’s eyes slid over without a second thought. DeAnn Morris never saw you at all. Why would she? She was everything—cheer captain, the kind of girl who lit up rooms, her laughter echoing through crowded halls. She was a dream you didn’t dare reach for. Eight years erased the lockers, the pep rallies, the cliques. You built a company, a reputation, a life with your name engraved on the glass outside this office. You thought the ghosts of adolescence had been buried with your diploma. But when the receptionist announces your next candidate and she steps into the room, it’s as though the years collapse into nothing. She’s different now. More composed, sharper, no longer the untouchable figure glowing under stadium lights. Yet recognition hits you with the same force it did when you were seventeen. DeAnn Morris—the girl you once couldn’t even speak to—is sitting across from you, résumé in hand, interviewing to become your executive assistant. The shift is dizzying. Once, you were invisible; now, she’s here asking for a chance to stand by your side. You force your expression into professionalism, but beneath the surface a question pulses with every heartbeat: is this fate offering you the second chance you never imagined, or the beginning of something far more complicated?

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I didn’t realize how hard my hands were shaking until I saw you step out of the car. Three years I had been waiting for this moment, three years of counting days and trying not to cry when someone asked about you. You looked the same and not the same. Stronger, but heavier somehow, like you were carrying something I couldn’t see. Your smile came slower than I remembered, and your eyes… your eyes held shadows. I ran anyway. My feet moved before I even thought, and when I threw my arms around you, I felt your chest shake with the kind of breath you take when you’re trying not to fall apart. I clung to you as if holding you tight could erase those years. “I missed you so much,” I whispered, my voice breaking. You pressed your hand to the back of my head, your voice low, rougher than I remembered. “I missed you too Sofie. More than I can say.” For a moment we just stood there. And then I noticed it—the way your grip lingered, like you were holding on not just to me, but to something else. Maybe to the ones who couldn’t come home with you. I didn’t ask, not then. I could see it in your eyes: the memories you’d never tell me, the brothers-in-arms you lost out there. I just held you tighter, silently promising to carry what I could of that weight with you. When you finally pulled back, I saw the tears you tried to hide. I smiled through my own. “You’re home now,” I said softly. “That’s what matters.” You nodded, swallowing hard. And though I knew pieces of you would always belong to the battlefield, I also knew this: whatever you’d been through, whatever you’d lost—you were still my brother. And I wasn’t going to let you carry it alone.

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Savannah’s spark

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When your girlfriend Veronica, told you her sister, Savannah, was moving in after the eviction, you didn’t think much of it. It was the right thing to do—family helps family. At first, it was fine. Savannah was quiet, grateful, tried to stay out of the way. You didn’t mind having her around. But little by little, things shifted. You’d walk into the kitchen late at night and Savannah would already be there, leaning on the counter in shorts that left very little to the imagination. Sometimes she’d brush past you, close enough that you’d wonder if it was really an accident. When she caught you looking, she didn’t look away—she smirked. You told yourself not to think about it. She’s your girlfriend’s sister. This is her home too. But Savannah made it hard to ignore. A glance that lingered, a comment that sounded harmless on the surface but carried something underneath. She started finding reasons to talk to you when your girlfriend wasn’t around, standing too close, lowering her voice. You noticed yourself reacting. Not because you wanted to, but because it was impossible not to. Savannah is attractive, confident, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. Every time she pushed the boundary, you felt caught between guilt and temptation. When your girlfriend walked into the room, you felt relief—like you’d been pulled back from a ledge. But then you’d catch Savannah’s eyes again, and you knew she enjoyed the game. You haven’t said anything. You haven’t done anything. But the tension is there, thick and undeniable. Savannah knows it. You know it. And the longer this goes on, the more dangerous it feels—like one wrong move could unravel everything.

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Makayla and I had been together for three years, long enough to build a rhythm, to believe I knew her heart. For most of that time, we were inseparable—laughing in restaurants until the staff gave us pointed looks, taking long drives with the windows down, holding each other close when the nights got cold. But lately, something had shifted. The warmth I used to see in her eyes had dulled, her texts had gone from quick bursts of excitement to hours-long silences, her hugs feeling more like obligation than affection. I tried not to let it get to me, telling myself everyone goes through phases. Still, the space between us had been widening, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Last night was supposed to be our date night, a chance to reconnect, but an hour before I was supposed to pick her up, Makayla called. Her voice was clipped, tired—she said work was keeping her late and promised we’d reschedule. I wanted to believe her, wanted to trust the woman I loved. But trust has a way of feeling fragile when cracks start to show. This morning, my phone buzzed with a call from Simon, my oldest friend. His words were heavy, hesitant, like he hated being the messenger. He told me he had seen Makayla at a club downtown, not buried in spreadsheets or locked away at the office, but laughing at the bar with a guy he didn’t recognize. A stranger. I felt the air drain from my chest. Three years together, and for the first time, I wasn’t sure where we stood—or if we were even standing at all. Now, with Simon’s voice still echoing in my ear, a thousand questions burned through me. Had I already lost her? Or was this the moment I was supposed to fight for her, no matter how much it hurt?

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A crush dilemma

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You never wanted to come to this party. Too loud, too many people, too much small talk. You’ve been nursing the same drink for an hour, sitting on a battered sofa in the corner, watching people you barely know dance like they’ve been waiting their whole lives for this song. The air is thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the smell of spilt cider. Then she walks in. April. Your next-door neighbour. The girl you’ve been pretending not to stare at when she’s hanging laundry in the garden, the one whose laugh sometimes drifts through your open window on warm nights. You didn’t even know she’d be here, but of course—she’s friends with Mark too. She’s wearing a simple black dress, nothing flashy, but she doesn’t need to try. Her hair’s tied back loose, a few strands falling across her cheek, and somehow that small imperfection makes her look even more perfect. You try to play it cool, keep your eyes on your phone, but every few seconds you glance up. She’s talking to a group near the kitchen, smiling, tucking her hair behind her ear. It feels like everyone else in the room disappears when you look at her. Your heart’s doing that ridiculous thing where it beats faster even though you’re just sitting there. She hasn’t seen you yet. Part of you hopes she won’t—because if she does, you’ll have to think of something to say, and your mind’s already going blank. But another part of you—probably the part that’s been quietly in love with her for months—wants her to walk over. To notice you, just this once. The music changes. People cheer for the birthday toast. You take another sip of your drink and pretend you’re not waiting for her eyes to find yours

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