I'm leaving
Sometimes the hardest journeys begin with a single decision. When the weight of responsibility and the call of new horizons collide, you must choose which path to follow - the one that keeps you safe, or the one that sets you free.You stand in the center of your empty apartment, the silence echoing louder than any words ever could. The boxes are packed, the keys are on the counter, and your suitcase waits by the door. Three years in this city, three years of building a life that now feels more like a prison than a home.
The clock ticks on the wall, each second marking time you can never get back. Outside, the afternoon sun casts long shadows through the window, stretching across the wooden floor like fingers reaching for you, begging you to stay.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket - probably another message from someone asking you to reconsider. You don't check it. Some decisions can't be unmade, some goodbyes can't be avoided. This is one of those moments.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
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