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Chapter 8

"Flowers"

Flashback..

The commotion at the ice cream stall was like a magnet, drawing in the crowd with its colorful display of sweet treats. Young Caleb and Deeia stood by the edge of the bustling group, eyes wide as they watched the vendor scoop the latest sweet yam ice cream into cones. Deeia’s voice broke through the noise.

"I want one too," she said, tugging at Caleb’s sleeve, her eyes glimmering with excitement. Her little hand rummaged through her pockets. "Umm.. I have enough to buy one… We can share!"

Caleb’s gaze flickered to the icy display then to Deeia’s hopeful face. He nodded but deep down, he knew it was a challenge. They both had small hands, tiny pockets and barely enough space between them to navigate the sea of people blocking their way. Yet, they were determined so they pushed their way forward, squeezing through gaps, trying to slip past adults and kids alike but they were small and the crowd was relentless. As they tried to fight their way in the crowd, Deeia was pushed from behind that she stumbled, scraped her elbow against the rough corner of a nearby cart. She then fell down, her knees scraping the concrete below. She let out a soft yelp as the coins she had dropped from her pocket scattered all over the ground like tiny silver raindrops. Tears welled up in her eyes, not just from the scrape but from the frustration of it all. She slumped to the side, her face crumpling as she hugged her scraped knees.

"Let's go home Caleby," she cried, unable to hide her tears anymore. She looked up at Caleb, her chin trembling. Caleb was quick to crouch beside her, his small hands gathering up the scattered coins. He didn’t let her see the disappointment in his own heart. He was her protector.

"Pippy.. It’s okay!" he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I’ll find it for you from a different stall! You wait here.. okay!?" With determination, Caleb darted through the crowd in the street again, squeezing past people until he could barely breathe. He scoured the nearby shops one by one, his mind set on only one thing: the yam ice cream.

Any of the stalls had to have one more. Just one.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Caleb spotted it- a small shop at the corner with the last ice cream cone left. It was a beautiful sight: the same creamy sweet yam swirl he had promised Deeia. His heart swelled with joy as he clutched the coin in his hand, ready to exchange it for her smile. He hurried back, eager to make everything right again but as he reached their usual spot, something stopped him in his tracks.

Deeia was sitting there, her head tilted back and eyes closed in laughter but her tears still glistened on her cheeks, shining through the giggles.

Beside her, standing tall and confident.. was Zayne.

He held out an ice cream cone toward her and with a soft smile, "You can have this one since I got two!"

Caleb froze, his stomach sinking. He watched a wide smile on her face as she took the ice cream and somehow this made Caleb felt angry. Without thinking, without realizing the force of his own big emotions, Caleb dropped the ice cream he held and surged forward. His small hands balled into fists and before anyone could stop him, he charged at Zayne, pushing him away with an angry shout. His fist connected with Zayne’s cheek.

Zayne stumbled back and fell, eyes wide with surprise, the ice cream fell from his hand and splattered against the ground. Deeia’s laughter immediately stopped, replaced by a startled gasp. She stood up, her eyes wide with confusion as Caleb stood over Zayne, his chest heaving. Caleb had seen plenty of times how people would be kind with Deeia at first only to hurt her in the end.. He's not going to let that happen again.

"Caleb!" Deeia surprised, her voice uncertain as she looked between the two boys. Caleb’s hands shook, the anger inside him bubbling up.

"I… I was just…" Zayne stumbled over his words, wiping the dirt from his face. "I didn’t mean to-"

"Stay away from her!" Caleb shouted at Zayne.

Deeia stepped forward, a mixture of shock and hurt flashing across her face. She reached for Caleb, her hand was shaky. "Caleb.. stop.. You're scaring me.."

But Caleb turned away quickly, feeling his heart pound in his chest, fighting the strange mix of emotions that made no sense but felt so real.

Zayne slolwy stood silently, watching the exchange, his face still set in mild shock. Deeia glanced between the two. She gave the ice cream back to Zayne and took a step back, hesitating. "Maybe… Maybe we should go home Caleb. Sorry Zayney.." she pulled Caleb's arm and they walked away.

Now..

Inside her room, Deeia flopped onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow.

Zayne kissed me and I didn't pull back.

She groaned, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. Her heartbeat was still too fast. She could still feel the warmth of Zayne’s lips against hers. She could still see the way his eyes softened when he looked at her.

Why did I do that?! I wasn’t supposed to-

The doorbell rang.

Deeia bolted upright and before she could move, Hale screeched from the hallway, "Dede! Someone's at the doooor!"

She scrambled out of bed, smoothing down her shirt as she jogged toward the door. Her face was still warm, her lips still tingling from-

She swung the door open.

Caleb.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, violet eyes scanning her too carefully. "Hey pip.. who is looking very happy. What's up?" His tone was serious. It was not a question.

Before she could even process his words, he walked straight in, ruffling Hale’s hair as the little boy latched onto his waist in a hug with a smile. Caleb smiled back at Hale.

Deeia shut the door, staring at Caleb. "What? Do I have to be grumpy all the time?"

Caleb let out a short, humorless chuckle. "Just curious.. What made you so happy today. I haven't seen you this happy for quite some time now."

His voice was casual. Too casual.

Deeia folded her arms, somehow felt nervous. "None of your business, Caleb."

His jaw ticked. He glanced at her hair.

White flowers.. Haa. Zayne.

Deeia blinked realizing Caleb was staring at her hair. "Zayne just- he treated me to afternoon tea, that’s all."

Caleb exhaled sharply, looking away. "None of my business," he murmured. His tone was light but the weight in his words wasn’t. Then as if switching gears completely, he turned to Hale. "So, what are we playing today?"

Hale beamed. "Mario Kart!!"

Caleb grinned, ruffling his hair again. "Let’s go."

Deeia stood there, watching him so effortlessly ignoring her.

Wow. That was… cold.

Deeia tried to deny it the whole night. Tried pretending that Caleb distancing himself didn't bother her as much.

But it did.

That night, they worked together to prep for dinner. Deeia setting plates on the table with Caleb cooking in silence. It was awkward because usually, he's chatty and lively but that night, he didn’t even look at her. He didn't talk much. He just stayed with Hale who's helping him.. teasing, laughing, acting like she wasn’t even there.

So after dinner, she retreated to her room, telling herself she didn’t care but the longer the night stretched, the more irritated she became.

She fucking hated it.

Caleb sat beside Hale, who was busy doodling on the piece of paper. The crayon in Hale’s hand moved fluidly, adding stars and rockets to the page, followed by a little cartoon of a prince and princess- his favorite characters. Caleb smiled, knowing that this simple act of drawing meant so much to Hale, especially since it was the one thing that kept him focused and calm.

Suddenly, Hale paused, his crayon hovering above the paper as he glanced up at Caleb, a serious look in his wide eyes. "You are Dede’s prince charming." His voice filled with childlike sincerity.

Caleb chuckled softly, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Really? You think so?" Hale nodded, returning to his drawing as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah! Cause you make her happy!"

Caleb’s heart warmed. "You make her happy too, Hale."

Hale gave a small, knowing smile as if Caleb’s words reassured him. The crayon moved once more, strokes forming a new picture- a figure he hadn't drawn before. Caleb leaned closer, trying to make sense of the new addition to Hale’s drawing. "Who’s that?" he asked softly, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Zayne. He can be Dede's knight and you can be Dede’s prince!"

Caleb froze, "Zayne?" he echoed, his voice a little sharper than he intended.

Hale nodded, his innocent eyes unwavering. "Zayne is Dede’s friend. We met him at the supermarket last time. He made Dede smile. He even got me my favourite pero sticks! He said pero sticks can make me run super fast!"

Caleb’s chest tightened. He wanted to say something, anything- to ease the knot forming in his stomach but instead, silence stretched between them. He glanced at Hale, seeing the boy’s innocent face, unaware of the impact his words just had.

Then Hale hesitated for a moment, his small voice softening. "I like Dede when she's smiling and happy. She's so grumpy these days and cries a lot at night time.. like a ghost. I don't like it. It makes me feel.. sad."

Caleb’s gaze flickered to Hale, his pulse quickening. "Crying?" he repeated, unable to mask the concern that crept into his voice.

Hale nodded, looking down at his drawing again. "But I just listened and didn’t go to Dede whenever she cried. It's too dark in the hallway. I got scared."

The weight of Hale’s words settled over Caleb like a heavy blanket and for a moment, the world seemed to still. Deeia crying alone in the night was something Caleb hadn’t known. His heart twisted with the sudden realization that there was so much more to her struggles than he had understood.

But Hale’s innocent perspective brought it all to the surface. Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to push past the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He glanced down at Hale’s drawing, the figure of Zayne standing beside Deeia and felt a pang of jealousy. He didn’t speak it. Instead, he just smiled softly at Hale.

"Dede’s lucky to have you," Caleb said quietly. "You take care of her, too."

Hale’s eyes lit up and he nodded as he continued to add more colors to the drawing. Caleb sat in silence beside him, his mind racing with thoughts of Deeia- of the things she hadn’t shared with him and the love that, for now felt like it was slipping slowly.. just out of his reach.

No. We are not doing this shit again. What is this. A revenge?!

Deeia stormed into Hale’s room without knocking. Caleb and Hale were sitting on the floor, surrounded by crayons and papers. Caleb had his sleeves pushed up, sketching something lazily while Hale babbled about his drawing.

Deeia plopped herself down right next to Caleb.

"Can I draw too?" she asked.

Caleb didn’t even glance at her. "Don’t know. Hale?"

Hale, completely oblivious to the tension, nodded excitedly. "Yes!!"

Deeia grabbed a crayon, biting the inside of her cheek.

This is fucking annoying.

She started doodling, trying to ignore him but her frustration only grew as he kept laughing with Hale- like she wasn’t right there next to him.

Hale proudly held up his drawing. "Look! Look! The rocket is done! Everyone can go to space now!!"

Caleb chuckled, high fiving Hale. "That’s epic, buddy."

Deeia looked up, watching them. Her chest tightened. Caleb always had this effortless way with Hale, this natural ease that made her heart ache a little.

She turned to him. "What did you draw?"

Caleb finally glanced at her. "None of your business."

Deeia let out a startled laugh. That hurt more than it should have.

She stared at him, searching his face for answers but Caleb had already looked away, pretending to shade in his sketch like she's just another speck of dust in Hale's room.

Silence.

Hale looked between them, his small face scrunching in confusion. "Are you guys fighting again?" he asked, voice small.

Deeia and Caleb both snapped their heads toward him.

"No," they said at the exact same time.

Then, awkward silence again.

Their eyes met and just as quickly, they both looked away.

Hale sighed dramatically, gathering some of his crayons and paper. "I’m gonna draw in the living room. Alone."

And with that, he walked out, leaving Deeia and Caleb sitting there, avoiding each other’s gazes like two idiots.

After some time, Deeia finally snapped. "Okay, out with it. Why are you being cold and shitty towards me!?"

Caleb kept drawing.

She clenched her fists. "Caleb."

Silence.

He didn’t even flinch. Just kept shading and sketching on the piece of paper like she wasn’t right there, burning with frustration.

She exhaled sharply. "Wow. Silent treatment. Fine. Do whatever you want."

Deeia was about to stand and storm off but then Caleb wrapped his hand around her wrist and he finally looked at her. His violet eyes were different, not playful, not teasing just quietly aching.

"I saw.." he said.

Deeia annoyed. "Saw what?"

Caleb tilted his head slightly and looked at her directly in the eyes as if trying to find something in her, that flickers for him. "Zayne. He sent you home." he murmured. "You looked.. really happy.."

Deeia’s breath caught. They looked at eachother's eyes. They stayed like that for a moment.

Caleb’s grip on her wrist tightened just slightly before he let go. He let out a soft, almost defeated chuckle, shaking his head. "I hate it.. I really do." he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Deeia’s lips parted. "Caleb.. I-"

"But.." he cut her off, forcing a small smile. "I mean.. we’re just friends anyway. So who am I to say anything, right?" His voice was light but there was something underneath it, something that hurt.

Deeia sighed.

Caleb’s gaze flickered upward- toward her hair.

Her heart stuttered.

Oh yes.

She just remembered that she still had the flowers in her hair.

Zayne’s and Caleb’s.

She barely had time to process it before Caleb let out another quiet sigh.

"Damn it. I really hate it," he let out a small frustrated chuckle.

Deeia hesitated. "We were just.. hanging out cause we haven't seen eachother for a long time.."

Caleb didn’t reply. He knew her well enough to differentiate if she was telling the truth or hiding some details in her story.

Instead, he grabbed the paper he had been drawing on, folded it neatly, and placed it in her hand. Then, without another word, he stood up.

"It’s late," he said. "See you tomorrow." and just like that, he left.

Leaving her sitting alone in Hale's room.

Leaving her reeling.

Leaving her staring at the drawing.

It was a drawing of her, smiling.

Flowers woven into her hair.

And in the corner, written in small, almost hidden handwriting-

"I hate that you look so beautiful in his flowers too."

Flashback..

The school hall was quiet- almost forgotten, hidden behind layers of worn bricks and flaking paint. Young Deeia sat against the wall, knees pulled to her chest, her broken doll cradled protectively in her lap. Her sniffles filled the empty space as she tried to stifle her sobs but the tears fell freely, streaking her cheeks.

Young Caleb had been looking for her. He held a small bag of chips in one hand, his face bright with the thought of sharing it with her. When he turned the corner and saw her trembling form, his smile faded. Then he heard them.

"Deeia got a crazy dad! Deeia got a crazy dad!"

"Deeia is weird cause she has a crazy dad!"

"You’re a weird alien, like him! Crazy alien ghost-girl!"

Deeia’s cries only grew louder as the group of kids laughed, pointing at her and her doll with cruel smirks. Caleb froze, his chest tightening in anger. He dropped the chips and grabbed the nearest stone from the ground.

Without thinking, he hurled it at them.

"Hey! Leave her alone!!" he yelled, his voice breaking with fury.

The kids shrieked when the stone hit one of them on the shoulder and they scattered, disappearing down the hall like frightened mice. Caleb grabbed another stone, ready to throw it but they were already gone.

He dropped the rock and ran to Deeia, who hadn’t even looked up. He crouched beside her, his heart hurting at the sight of her tear-streaked face. "Hey, Pip. Don’t cry," he said softly, pulling out his shirt to gently dab at her cheeks. "It’s okay. They’re gone now."

Deeia sniffled, holding up the doll in her small, trembling hands. Its arm hung loosely by a single thread and its face was smudged with dirt. "I just wanted to play with them," she whispered, her voice cracking. "But they said.. they said mean things.. and they broke her."

Caleb’s jaw clenched. He knelt fully, taking the doll from her hands and inspecting it with the seriousness of a craftsman. "It’s not that bad. I can fix it for you!" he declared with confidence.

Deeia blinked up at him, her eyes red and wide. "You.. will?"

"Yeah!" Caleb grinned, his smile wide and bright, like he could solve the whole world’s problems with it. "And if they won’t play dolls with you then… then I will! I’ve got a robot. He can be friends with your doll."

Deeia sniffled again then a small yet hesitant smile tugging at her lips.

"Your robot?"

"Yeah! And it’s very cool! It even talks- well, sometimes." Caleb grinned.

Deeia rubbed her nose with her sleeve and stared at him. Her smile growing. "Okay…" she mumbled softly.

Caleb nodded firmly, standing up and reaching his hand out to her. "Come on Pip. Let’s go. You’re not allowed to cry anymore."

She hesitated before placing her small hand in his. His fingers closed around hers, warm and comforting.

As they walked back home. Deeia glanced at Caleb, her broken doll now tucked protectively in his other arm. He looked so sure of himself, like he could fix anything even her little world that had felt so broken moments ago.

Soon, they reached Deeia’s house. The scent of fresh grass lingered in the air and the wind rustled the trees in the front yard. Deeia led Caleb around to the back- where a small, weathered shed stood, nestled behind the house.

Deeia opened the door, revealing a space filled with old tools, bits of wood and odd gadgets that belonged to her papa. The sight was familiar to her, even comforting but there was always a slight heaviness that came with being in this space- the tools that once brought her papa joy now sat there, unused.

"You can use papa's tools," Deeia said, her voice softer than usual. She stepped onto a small stool to reach the top shelf, her fingers brushing against the dust. "Papa keeps tape and scissors in here," she added as she grabbed the box and carefully lowered it to the ground.

Caleb crouched down next to the box, watching her with curiosity. "You’re sure he won’t mind?" he asked, although he could tell by the way Deeia had spoken that it wasn’t a matter of permission. It was something she’d done a hundred times before, a thousand times even.

Deeia nodded, her brow furrowed as she worked to get the box open. "Papa don't use them anymore.." she said, her tone a little distant. It was clear she missed him, in the way she tried to hide it and the way her gaze lingered over the tools but she said nothing more.

Caleb reached for the tape and scissors, nodding silently as he began to work. He tore off a strip of tape and began to secure the doll’s arm, making small, precise movements as he concentrated. Deeia watched him closely, her eyes wide as if this was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so still, so engrossed in something as simple as fixing a broken doll.

She sat next to him.. chin in her hands, watching him with admiration. Caleb’s focus was absolute, his usual chatter replaced by the soft snip of scissors and the quiet rustling of tape.

"You're really good at this," Deeia said softly, her eyes following every movement he made as he expertly worked on the doll. "You should be a doctor or a mechanic!"

Caleb paused for a second, glancing up at her. A half-smile tugged at his lips. "Nah, I don't like doctors," he said, his voice light. "Maybe a mechanic."

Deeia giggled, shaking her head. "Mechanic Caleby is fixing my doll. You’re like a hero right now!"

He chuckled at that, his fingers working quickly to finish what he had started. "This will cost you $2, Pip!"

They worked in a comfortable silence after that, the hours slipping by unnoticed. The only sound was the soft snipping of the scissors, the rustling of tape and the occasional hum of a passing breeze. Deeia helped when she could, offering bits of guidance from her memories of her father’s techniques but for the most part, she was content to watch Caleb bring the doll back to life.

The afternoon sun slowly dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden light through the shed’s small windows. It felt like time had stopped in that little space, as though it was just the two of them in the world with no worries, no distractions, just the quiet joy of fixing something together.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Caleb leaned back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There! Done!" he said, holding the doll up for Deeia to see. The arm was fixed and the doll, though still a little worse for wear, now looked whole again.

Deeia reached out, her fingers brushing over the doll with reverence. She smiled softly and was in awe. "She is pretty again!" she whispered.

Caleb looked at her with a proud smile. "See. All good! I can fix it!"

"Thank you, Caleb," Deeia hugged him, her voice full of gratitude- for everything. Caleb smiled and patted her head.

They sat in the shed for a little while longer, the doll safely in Deeia’s hands as she admired it, running her fingers over the repaired arm. Caleb leaned back against the wall, his eyes resting on her with a quiet fondness.

Not long, the quiet peace of the shed was suddenly broken by the sound of the door slamming open. Deeia’s papa stood there, his face bright and full of excitement- his eyes wide with enthusiasm. He reached forward pulling both Caleb and Deeia into a big, warm hug. Caleb, startled by the sudden outburst, froze for a moment before awkwardly patting his back, unsure of what was going on.

"Guess what guys!" Deeia’s papa exclaimed, his voice filled with that kind of contagious excitement that could only come from him. He pulled back from the hug, grinning like a child with a secret. "The sunset’s going to be amazing tonight and once it’s dark, we’ll be able to see the Milky Way- the planets- everything!"

Deeia’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. It was one of those rare moments where everything felt light, even when they didn’t have much. Her papa, with his messy hair and his eccentric, carefree energy made everything seem like an adventure. It was always his way of making her feel special, like there was magic in the world even when everything else felt complicated.

She glanced down at the doll in her hands, the one Caleb had just fixed for her and then at her papa. She wasn’t sure why but her small heart swelled with a feeling she couldn’t place yet- something soft and warm.

"Come on! Let’s go out and see it together!" her father urged, already pulling them out of the shed.

Deeia hesitated for a moment, looking at Caleb who had already stood up and was pulled by her papa too. Then, clutching the doll tightly, they stepped outside into the cool evening air. The sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon, casting golden hues across the sky. The whole world felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the night to come.

They walked to the small clearing behind the house, a place where the view of the sky was wide and unbroken. Deeia’s father stood in front, grinning as he looked up at the fading sky. Caleb took a seat nearby, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Deeia, still holding the doll tightly in her hands, stood next to her papa. The wind tousled her hair and she felt a small shiver run through her as she glanced over at him. His eyes were still fixed on the sunset, his face bathed in the soft orange glow. There was sadness that lingered in the way he looked at the sky but there was also a sense of wonder as if he was chasing something far beyond them.

She looked at him, then at Caleb and for a brief moment, everything felt perfect but she could feel something tugging at her, a need to reach out and connect in some way, to hold onto the fleeting moment. So, without thinking, she gently reached for her papa’s hand. It felt warm and steady in hers, a connection that grounded her, even if just for a second. Her papa looked down at their joined hands, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. He smiled at her, a smile that she didn't see much anymore. It held so much love and affection and then, just as quickly he turned back to the sunset, his hand still resting in hers. Deeia smiled back. Her father had always been her anchor, even when things seemed complicated and difficult. For the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of peace and love settle over her. Her world was far from perfect but in this moment, with Caleb by her side and her papa holding her hand was more than enough.

She turned her face to the sunset, the sky now filled with brilliant colors. The stars were starting to peek out and the darkness coming on slowly but surely. It was a reminder that, just like the night sky, everything had its place even the parts that were broken.

As the sky turned darker, the three of them so close together- watching the stars emerge. The world was still and in that stillness, it felt like everything was okay. The night deepened as the stars began to take their places in the vast sky above them. Her papa continued to ramble excitedly, pointing out constellations and planets like they were old friends. His voice was a mixture of enthusiasm and wonder as if he were speaking to a crowd of eager listeners who shared his fascination. Deeia and Caleb sat side by side on the cool grass, their eyes fixed on the sky- both in awe of the beauty above them but also lost in their own thoughts.

Her papa, still pointing up at the stars, spoke with a passion that only he could muster. "There! That’s Venus! The evening star. It’s so bright, so powerful! That- oh, that’s Orion, the hunter! Legend has it that if you wish upon his belt, your dreams will come true!"

Then, suddenly, her papa’s voice changed, sharp with excitement. "Listen! Shh!! Venus is calling for me!" he shouted, almost to himself. "It’s calling! I must go!"

Deeia froze. The urgency in her father’s voice startled her and her hands trembled as she looked at Caleb. She wasn’t sure what was happening but something felt wrong. Her father’s eyes were wide, lost in some faraway world, his body leaning toward the sky.

"Pa..pa?" Deeia whispered, her voice tight with unease.

Before she could say more, her papa screamed with tears, "Venus!" His voice echoed across the night, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire universe was listening. "I’m here my love. Take me!"

Deeia’s breath hitched in her chest. The sound of her father’s frantic shout and cries sent a wave of anxiety through her and without thinking, she reached out- grabbing Caleb’s hand tightly. Her heart was pounding now, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. Caleb, who had been quiet beside her, finally looked at her, his face mirroring her concern.

Then, something unexpected happened. Her papa’s expression shifted- his eyes suddenly filled with confusion and fear as if he was seeing them for the first time. He gasped for air, looking between Deeia and Caleb. His face turning pale. "Who are you!?" he demanded, his voice panicked. "Why are you kids even here? Where are your parents?!"

Deeia froze, her stomach churning. She hated it when her papa changed. The wild, excited energy he’d been radiating moments ago was gone, replaced by something darker, more unsettling. She could feel Caleb’s grip on her hand tighten and for a split second, she felt as if everything around her was spinning out of control.

Before either of them could respond, Deeia’s mama appeared at the edge of the yard, rushing toward them. Her eyes were wide with worry, her steps quick and determined. Without a word, she reached for her husband, wrapping her arms around him as he continued to gasp for air. "Come inside, please my love." she said urgently, her voice trembling. "Venus is right here.. It's me.."

Deeia’s heart sank as she looked at her mama and how her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and love. She didn’t know what was happening but she could sense the urgency in her mama’s tone. Her papa seemed to calm a little at the sight of her mama, though his eyes were still wide, his gaze frantic and unfocused. Without saying another word, Deeia’s mama turned to them, her voice soft but firm. "Go inside, both of you. It’s not safe out here."

Deeia hesitated for just a moment, unsure of what to do but Caleb’s hand, still holding hers gently tugged her toward the house. He said nothing but there was something in the way he looked at her- something reassuring. With a quiet sigh, Deeia followed Caleb into the house, her heart heavy with confusion and worry. The door shut behind them but the image of her papa- frantic and lost in the stars, stayed with her.

The room was calm with the soft rustling sound of the papers and the gentle hum of the evening air slipping through the window. Deeia sat there, her gaze fixed on the stars she had drawn on her bedroom wall but her mind wasn’t on them. She could barely see them anymore, just the dark swirling thoughts that kept invading her peace.

Her fingers absentmindedly traced over the stars but they didn’t bring her comfort tonight. Her lips trembled slightly as the familiar unease crept over her. She was scared, scared in a way she didn’t know how to explain. She had tried so hard to be strong, to smile for her mama, for her papa, for everyone but she was only ten and sometimes, the weight of it all felt very heavy.

Her voice was small, barely a whisper but Caleb sitting beside her caught every word. "What if I end up like Papa?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. "What if I end up.. crazy?"

Her eyes welled up with tears, her mind grappling with the thought. It wasn’t just the fear of the unknown- it was the fear that one day she might not be able to control it, that she might drift, lost in the same way her papa had.

Caleb, who had been quiet up until now shifted beside her. His eyes softened as his hand resting on the floor close to hers. His voice, though young held a certain gravity that made her look at him. "Then let’s make a promise Pip!" he said quietly but with a firm conviction in his voice that made Deeia stop crying.

Deeia turned to him, her brows furrowed. "A promise?"

Caleb nodded, he smiled and his eyes unwaveringly filled with sincerity.

"Promise that no matter what happens, we’ll never let go of each other. We’ll always be together. No matter how hard it gets."

Deeia paused. She had always feared being alone- she couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to go through everything without Caleb by her side.

Without hesitation, she nodded. "Okay. I promise."

Caleb then stretched out his little pinky, offering it to her. A quiet smile tugged at his lips as he looked at her, waiting for her to meet his gesture. Deeia looked at his hand and then her eyes lifted to his face, seeing only trust and understanding. She slowly reached out, intertwining her pinky with his, sealing their promise with a small but meaningful gesture. The moment hung in the air, a quiet vow between them, more powerful than words could say. They had promised to hold on, no matter what.

Deeia felt a warmth spread through her chest, a newfound sense of comfort that Caleb had always been there for her and always would be. No matter how dark the road ahead seemed, they would walk it together. Caleb, satisfied with the promise they had just made, gave her a bright smile. "See? We’ll be okay. You’re not going anywhere and neither am I."

For the first time after a long time, Deeia felt something shift inside her. She smiled through her tears, her heart lighter, as she squeezed Caleb’s pinky a little tighter. "I won’t let go," she whispered.

"Me neither," Caleb replied, before his grin grew wide and mischievous. "Now, wanna go to the stars?"

Deeia’s smile spread and the earlier worry in her chest slowly melted away. "Yes. Let’s go!"

And with that, they climbed into the box, ready for their little adventure, the stars awaiting them both- together. The small, makeshift spaceship they had created felt like their little world where nothing could hurt them. Caleb grinned, pushed the box forward, both of them laughing at the silliness of it all. Then, as if to finally let go of the weight that had been pressing down on her, Deeia laughed. It wasn’t just a soft chuckle or a quiet giggle. It was loud, the kind of laughter that bubbles up from deep inside, the kind that fills the room and chases away any lingering fears. Her laughter rang out, so pure and carefree, as she leaned back in the box, kicking her legs in the air like she didn’t have a worry in the world.

Caleb paused for a second, looking at her with wide eyes before his own laughter joined hers. It was infectious, the way her laughter lit up everything around them. They were no longer two kids just trying to escape their realities- they were two kids who had made a promise to hold onto each other no matter what and they were happy, just in that moment, just in that space between the stars and their little box. Deeia’s laughter continued, ringing through the room as she kicked her feet again, making Caleb laugh even harder. The laughter bubbled out of her like a stream finally freed from its dam, carrying away all the sadness and fear that had once made her feel small.

She looked up at Caleb, her face flushed with joy, her eyes sparkling. "This is fun!" she said, her voice still light with laughter.

"I know!" Caleb exclaimed, his grin so wide it looked like it might split his face. He gave the box another playful push and the box wobbled. "Let’s make this spaceship go faster!"

"Yes! Colonel Caleby!" Deeia giggled, holding onto the sides of the box to steady herself. "Zoom! To the stars!" she yelled, her voice full of excitement.

And for a moment, they forgot everything- the fear, the uncertainty, the world outside. They were just kids, together in their little ship, racing toward the stars, laughing and feeling like they could take on the universe.

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Chapter 7

"FiraLume"

The weeks following Caleb’s confession had been… normal. Surprisingly so.

Deeia had expected things to change- to become awkward, tense or filled with more unspoken words but Caleb had kept his promise. He never pressured her, never asked for an answer she wasn’t ready to give. Instead, he was just there, like he always had been.

They still rode the bus to campus together, still shared snacks on the campus lawn while bickering over the silliest things. He still stole her soda when she wasn’t looking, still nudged her shoulder with his whenever she was deep in thought. The only difference was- he had become gentler and more attuned to her. He no longer teased her just to get a rise out of her but rather to make her smile. How his fingers would linger a little longer when he handed her something. The way he sometimes looked at her- not with expectation but with something softer, something that made her heart stutter if she thought about it too much. So she tried to ignore it, buried it deeper in her heart and made sure it won't burst anytime soon.

Especially not now, when the whole campus was buzzing with the excitement of FiraLume.

A festival of love, of silent confessions and quiet promises. Unlike the grand spectacles of other celebrations, FiraLume was delicate, intimate- where love was not shouted but shown.

She still remembered her papa told her about the legend behind FiraLume.

"Long ago, under a sky scattered with constellations, a mortal warrior fell in love with a goddess of the stars. He was a man bound to the earth and she was a celestial being who could never stay. Their love existed in stolen moments- secret glances, whispers carried by the wind. Then, when the world failed him, war called for the warrior, demanding his departure. So, he reached for her soul in the only way he knew how- weaving magic flowers into her hair. A silent vow. A promise that he would return. The goddess, unable to follow gave him something in return- a fragment of her own star, carved with their names. She placed it in his palm, knowing he would carry it into battle, knowing it would remain even when distance tore them apart. For three years, she wore his flowers, letting them wilt against her locks- a sign that she loved him too and for three years, he carried her star, holding onto the light of her love as he fought."

and now, people celebrate the beautiful love story by keeping the tradition alive for three days.

Men adorned the hair of the one they loved with flowers, waiting to see if she would wear them for three days. A quiet confession. If she kept them, she loved him too.

Women gifted a lucky charm- something small but meaningful and the man who received it must wore it with pride, carrying her promise close to him.

It was never spoken. Love was proven, not declared.

Under the grand maple at the heart of campus, Deeia and Nia sat shoulder to shoulder, their fingers idly tracing patterns on the damp grass. Late spring air, the smell of fresh blooms and earth, the season shifting into something softer, something full of quiet promises.

Deeia reached out, brushing the delicate pink and purple flowers woven into Nia’s braids. "From Rafayel?" she mused, though she already knew the answer.

Nia nodded, a tender smile curling her lips. "He sent me a picture of his bracelet too," she said, unlocking her phone to show Deeia. The image glowed between them- a silver-threaded bracelet, woven with care, adorned with a tiny star charm. "He said he won’t take it off for three days. He promised."

Deeia studied the picture, her hazelnut eyes flickering with something unreadable. "It’s beautiful," she murmured, tracing the screen. "You two are beautiful together." There was admiration in her voice, laced with something wistful. Long-distance relationships always seemed impossible to her, yet Nia and Rafayel made it feel like poetry- love spanning miles, held together by devotion and unspoken faith.

Before they could go any further, a sudden burst of energy disrupted the moment.

"I got them! Look! look!"

Tara plopped onto the grass, her hands dramatically gesturing toward the vibrant red flowers threaded into her braids. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, waiting for their reactions.

Nia gasped. "You actually got flowers? From who?"

Tara grinned, pressing a finger to her lips. "Secret."

Deeia arched a brow and smiled. "You’re glowing like the moon, and you expect us not to ask?"

Tara only giggled, clasping her hands together. "And I gave him a woven pouch I made! I hope he actually wears it for three days!"

Deeia shook her head, amused. "This festival has you both acting like lovesick fools."

Tara gasped. "Excuse me? and why is your hair all free and flowy, Miss Deeia?" She pointed at Deeia’s loose, unbraided hair, cascading like ink over her shoulders. “Don’t tell me you aren’t participating!"

"There’s no reason to," Deeia replied, nonchalant, plucking at a blade of grass.

Tara and Nia exchanged glances before simultaneously shifting toward her with predatory glee.

"Don't you dare!" Deeia warned.

"Oh, you are not escaping FiraLume anymore!" Tara declared. "Nia, hold her!"

Deeia’s protests were useless. In the next moment, their fingers were already threading through her hair, gathering strands, weaving them into something delicate and intricate. She groaned but she didn’t fight them. Not really.

Nia hummed as she worked. "You never know, Deeia. You might just get flowers."

Deeia scoffed, crossing her arms. "Honestly, they are just flowers. I can just put one, myself. Self love!"

Tara gasped again, flicking Deeia's forehead. "Blasphemy!"

"Ow! Tara!" Deeia groaned.

Nia only smiled, twisting the final strands into place. "Well, too bad. Now you’re ready."

Deeia sighed, feeling the weight of the braids framing her face. As the wind curled around them, carrying the distant sound of festival preparations, she wondered- what was worse? Having no flowers at all.. or receiving them from someone she wasn’t sure she could accept?

Because love, no matter how beautifully it was wrapped in tradition, still terrified her.

And yet deep down, her heart could sense it.

Something about today felt different.

Caleb strolled through the crowd with Gideon at his side, his violet eyes scanning the lively scene of people exchanging flowers and charms- only to be interrupted every few steps.

"Caleb! I made this for you!" a girl said, eyes hopeful as she held out a delicate woven charm.

Caleb smiled politely, his voice smooth and kind. "You’re really talented but I can’t accept this."

Another approached before he could take another step. "This is for you! I spent all night making it-"

He shook his head gently. "You’re really sweet and I know someone out there will treasure this. I can’t be the one to take it."

Gideon snickered beside him. "Damn Cal, you got these rejection lines memorized, huh?" He cleared his throat dramatically, quoting Caleb word for word. "You’ll find the right person. Thank you, but I can’t accept this. You’re pretty and you deserve someone who will cherish this lucky charm."

Caleb sighed, shooting him a side glance. "Shut up."

Gideon smirked. "I’m just saying. It’s crazy how you’ve declined every single one. What, you waiting for-"

Caleb wasn’t listening anymore.

His steps slowed. His heartbeat did something funny in his chest because from across the campus lawn, under the shade of the maple tree, he spotted her.

Deeia..

Sitting with Nia and Tara, her hands resting on her lap as she let the others fuss over her.

Wait.. Her hair..

Her hair. Braided..

for what?

His lips parted slightly in surprise. He knew Deeia. She never participated in FiraLume traditions. She always brushed them off, called them silly and said love didn’t work like that. But now, there she was- her dark, flowing locks woven into soft braids, framing her delicate features in a way that made her look… different. Softer.

And then he saw it.

Tara was holding a hairbrush, grinning like she had just accomplished something grand.

Ah.. they must’ve forced her into it. Haha..

Caleb exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. She looks cute. No- more than cute.

You look beautiful, Pip.

His smile lingered as he turned on his heel. "Be right back."

Gideon watched him go, rolling his eyes and smiled. "Oh yeah. Definitely waiting for someone."

The sound of Tara’s animated chatter filled the air as she and Nia laughed while Deeia smiling at their excitement. Caleb flashed a playful grin and slid into the seat next to Deeia with a charming smile.

"Hi guys, don't mind if we join!" Gideon sat next to Tara.

Deeia’s smile grew, the warmth in her chest spreading at the simple comfort of having Caleb near.

Tara’s eyes widened, noticing the bracelets, keychains, and the doodles of stars scattered across Gideon’s arm. "Wow! That’s a lot of... accessories," she said, blinking in surprise.

Gideon shrugged, looking completely unfazed. "What can I say? I’m loved by all," he said with a charming grin, totally basking in the attention.

Nia, clearly intrigued, tilted her head and looked at Caleb. "It’s honestly shocking to see you though, don’t have any, considering how famous you are among the men and ladies," she teased.

Caleb smiled. "They're not for me.."

Gideon leaned forward, grinning like a mischievous imp. "I think it’s because he’s waiting for someone special.."

The words hung in the air and a beat of silence passed. All eyes turned to Deeia, their expressions full of curiosity. Deeia, suddenly feeling her face heat up, cleared her throat. "Gideon’s just a playboy," she muttered, trying to downplay it, her voice a little softer than usual.

Caleb’s smile softened, nodding along in agreement. "Yeah G, playboy hundred percent." He then gave Deeia a side glance that made her heart skip again.

Tara and Nia burst into laughter, the sound bright and bubbly. Gideon sighed dramatically, raising his hands in mock defeat. "Rude, I’m not. I’m a lover who simply can’t say no to love during FiraLume."

Nia’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Speaking of FiraLume, there’s a festival tomorrow night at the town center. We have to go!" she exclaimed, already planning out the night in her head.

Deeia hesitated. "I have to take care of Hale," she said quietly, her responsibility to her little brother pulling her thoughts away from the fun.

Tara’s eyes sparkled. "Bring Hale along! It’ll be so much fun," she urged, her enthusiasm infectious.

Deeia felt unsure but just as she was about to voice her concerns, the bell rang and Tara clapped her hands in excitement. "Next class is literature! We’re all going, so let’s go!"

The group shuffled around, gathering their things and suddenly, Caleb was beside her, his fingers brushing against her hair. Deeia blinked in surprise, her heart beating faster as Caleb, with a cheeky grin tucked three gorgeous wildflowers-purple and orange into her hair.

Deeia froze, eyes wide as she realized what had just happened.

She could feel her face turning a deep shade of red.

Tara and Nia gasped, their faces lighting up in unison. "Aww!! Deeia got her first FiraLume moment!!" Tara squealed, rushing to turn her phone on to take some photos of the rare moment while Nia couldn’t stop giggling. The whole room seemed to sparkle with excitement.

Gideon’s smirk turned into a playful grin, and he raised an eyebrow. "Look at that. Looks like Caleb’s making moves," he teased.

Deeia’s heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. She was definitely blushing hard now- no way of hiding it. Panicked, she reached up to pluck the flowers from her hair but Caleb was quicker. He gently caught her wrist, his hand warm and reassuring.

"You can’t take them out in front of the giver," he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. "It’s considered bad luck."

Tara immediately agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "Caleb’s right! You can’t take them out!"

Deeia felt a wave of warmth wash all over her. Caleb smiled, his eyes soft and teasing as he added, "Plus, you look really pretty with them in your hair."

Deeia’s heart did another flip. "Let’s go to class now!" she said, suddenly eager to leave before she spontaneously combusted from the blush spreading all over her face but Caleb didn’t let go of her hand.

Tara and Nia squealed again, unable to contain their excitement and began walking ahead, clearly enjoying every second of the moment. Deeia leaned in close to Caleb, her voice barely a whisper. "People are going to gossip about this, and think differently.. We’re not-"

Caleb turned to her with a hint of playfulness. "Just for today, can I please hold your hand Miss?" His tone was a mix of gentle teasing and something more earnest. "I’m tired of people trying to approach me Pip. I don't want to be late to class and i don't want to get lost in the crowd, not without you and-"

He continued giving her a million reasons why he needed to hold her hand.

Deeia could sense her heart fluttering. "Fine! Let's go!" she said out loud but not hesitating to link her fingers through his.

Caleb’s smile widened and his thumb brushed against the back of her hand, as if savoring the moment. Hand in hand, they walked to class with Tara and Nia still squealing infront of them and Gideon smirking with an amused shake of his head.

Every step felt magical to Caleb and as his fingers gently curled tighter around hers, Deeia couldn’t help but feel like the whole world somehow had just stopped, leaving only the two of them walking in their own little bubble of warmth and sweetness.

Why am i agreeing to this..? It's this feeling again..

The lecture hall buzzed with idle chatter, notebooks flipping open and the soft tapping of fingers on laptops as students settled in, waiting for Professor Josh- one of the most renowned english literature experts on campus. The air carried a sense of quiet anticipation but at their corner of the hall, it was anything but quiet.

Gideon, as usual, wouldn’t stop rambling about basketball to Caleb, his voice animated with last night’s game highlights. Caleb responded half-heartedly, absentmindedly spinning his pen between his fingers, his violet eyes flickering toward Deeia every now and then who’s listening to Gideon or daydreaming perhaps.

In front of them, Tara and Nia were huddled over Nia’s phone, scrolling through pictures, whispering excitedly about something neither Caleb nor Deeia paid attention to.

Then, it happened.

A voice, smooth and familiar, cut through the casual hum of conversations.

"Is this seat taken?"

Deeia looked up, her hazelnut eyes meeting green.

She smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh! Hey Zayne! Sure.. you can sit with us!" she said, patting the empty seat beside her.

Zayne looked at the flowers stuck in her hair.

"Pretty flowers."

"Uh.. thanks..." Deeia was unsure if it's the right response.

The air shifted.

Caleb stopped twirling his pen.

Gideon went silent mid-sentence.

Nia and Tara exchanged a glance before subtly looking back.

Zayne slid into the seat beside Deeia with ease, offering her a small smile as he placed his books down.

Caleb’s jaw flexed as he watched Zayne offered her a mint.

Deeia smiled widely. "Hey, isn't this the one you bought the other day? You didn't finish them all in one go and yes, I think I need them today to focus!" she took it without hesitation and popped it in her mouth.

Zayne smiled. "Told you, you'll get used to it"

Caleb sighed loud enough for all to hear. It was awkward.

Deeia trying to ignore the sudden shift in energy, turned toward Zayne.

"I didn't know you’re taking this class."

Zayne adjusted his glasses. “I figured it’d be interesting. Literature is actually fascinating if you dive deep into it.”

Deeia grinned. “It is, isn’t it?”

Caleb sighed loudly again, leaning back in his chair and put one arm behind deeia's chair.

Professor Josh entered the room and the chatter gradually died down abit. It carried a quiet buzz, the kind that lingered before a class began. The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting a warm glow over the desks. Professor Josh, known for his unorthodox teaching methods leaned against the desk at the front, a thick book in his hand.

"Today." he began, flipping through the pages, "We're going to discuss the power of words. Literature has shaped history, moved hearts and even changed the course of the world but let's talk about something more personal first- how literature defines us. How it mirrors who we are."

He paused, scanning the room.

"Let's start with a debate to warm all of us up!"

The professor turned, his eyes settling on a familiar figure.

"Zayne. Tell me, do you believe literature should be rooted in realism, capturing the raw truths of life? Or should it embrace the abstract, the poetic, and the imaginative?"

Zayne sat up straighter, his voice steady. "Literature should be a reflection of reality. The best works- the ones that stand the test of time are those that expose human nature as it is, not as we wish it to be. Whether it’s love, loss, or injustice.. literature holds a mirror to life."

Deeia found herself nodding slightly. It made sense in some ways.

Then Caleb leaned forward, his fingers tapping against his notebook. "That’s one way to look at it but if literature only reflects reality, then where does it leave dreams? Hope? Fantasy? Some of the greatest works ever written weren’t about the world as it is but the world as it could be."

Zayne turned his head slightly, eyes sharp. "Hope is important but literature isn’t about escaping. It’s about understanding. If we don’t acknowledge reality, then aren’t we just running away from it?"

Caleb looked at Zayne then to Professor Josh. "And if we don’t imagine beyond reality, aren’t we just accepting limits despite our ability to break boundaries and walls?"

A charged silence stretched between them.

Deeia shifted in her seat, sensing heaviness in the air.

The professor, clearly entertained, chuckled. "Interesting points but let me challenge you both- what makes a love story great then? Is it realism? Or its ability to transport us somewhere else?"

Zayne pushed his glasses up. "A great love story isn’t about grand gestures or unrealistic fantasies. It’s in the subtleties- the moments of hesitation, the quiet sacrifices, the unspoken words. Love in literature should feel real even if it’s painful."

Caleb tilted his head slightly, a grin playing at his lips. "I disagree. The best love stories make you feel. They don’t just show reality, they make you believe in something bigger than it. Love isn’t just about pain or subtlety. It’s about intensity, about longing, about something larger than life."

For some reason, Deeia just froze and look up front but she could sensed Caleb is looking at her.

Professor Josh sighed dramatically. "Well, I was hoping for an easy answer but you two seem determined to complicate it." The class laughed softly. "Alright then, we’ll leave it at that. Literature, it seems is both a mirror and a dream. Now, let’s turn to the actual text before this debate turns into a novel of its own."

As the professor moved on, Deeia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Caleb cleared his throat. Zayne was still composed.

And Deeia?

She was still stuck on something else entirely.

Because it didn’t feel like they were just debating literature.

It felt somewhat, more personal..

Throughout the lecture, Deeia felt the weight of the silence between the two figures beside her.

Caleb leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, his usual teasing demeanor replaced by something cold and moody. His violet eyes flickered toward Zayne every so often but he said nothing.

Zayne, on the other hand was fully immersed in his notebook, pen gliding across the page with quiet precision. Whatever thoughts he had during their debate, he was putting them into words.

Deeia tried to focus on Professor Josh’s voice, on the passages he read aloud, on anything other than the tension pressing in on both sides of her. She could barely take a deep breath without feeling like she was inhaling their quiet intensity.

She should have sat with Tara and Nia.

Let Gideon take her place.

The class finally ended with a light chuckle from Professor Josh. "Alright, before I let you all go, Happy FiraLume Festival! Try not to let the pressure of love declarations get to you- remember, rejection builds character," he teased, earning laughter from the students.

Deeia exhaled in relief as everyone began packing their things. She slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to ask Caleb if he's ready to go but before she could, a swarm of girls rushed past her.

"Caleb!" One called sweetly, holding up a bracelet. "I made this for you!"

"Oh! Me too- try mine first!"

Deeia barely had a second to react before she was shoved aside by the eager crowd. The hallway filled with laughter and excited voices as more girls gathered around, all presenting their lucky charms with hopeful smiles.

Nia and Tara, already at the exit, waved. "We’ll see you later, Deeia! We got another class to go to!" shouted Tara.

Gideon, standing near the edge of the chaos, peeked through the crowd with an amused grin. "Well, this should be fun!"

Deeia steadied herself, watching the scene unfold. Caleb now completely surrounded, ran a hand through his hair looking half-amused and half-exasperated. He tried to step back but the girls only pressed closer, each trying to get his attention.

Before she could decide whether to leave or stay, a gentle pull on her wrist made her turn.

"Come on." Zayne's voice was soft but firm.

She blinked up at him as he led her a few steps away, away from the commotion, away from the laughter and fluttering hearts.

Caleb, in the middle of rejecting yet another gift, turned his head just in time to see Zayne guiding Deeia through the exit.

His entire body tensed.

Zayne didn’t rush. He simply matched Deeia’s pace. When they finally stepped outside, he looked at her.

"You okay?"

Deeia glanced back at the buzzing crowd still surrounding Caleb. Then she turned to Zayne and smiled. “Yeah. Caleb’s one of the most wanted bachelors on campus. Not a surprise.” She joked lightly but something about it felt hollow.

Zayne didn’t laugh. He just studied her for a moment, as if searching for something beyond her words. Then, he asked, "You have any more classes today?"

Deeia shook her head.

“Good.” Zayne held her hand. "Let’s go eat."

Deeia blinked, surprised. "S..ure. Umm.. The café menu today has-"

"Not the campus café."

Deeia stopped mid-sentence, looking up at him.

Zayne smiled faintly. "We’re eating someplace else."

She blinked again. "Oh."

Before she could ask where, he had already started walking. She somehow just let him held her hand.

Caleb finally managed to break free from the crowd, only to look up and see Deeia and Zayne disappearing down the street, holding hands.

Zayne led Deeia through the winding streets, past the bustling market and into a quieter part of town. The path grew narrower, flanked by old brick homes adorned with creeping vines and flower pots. Just when she was about to ask where they were headed, Zayne stopped in front of a small, hidden stall tucked beside one of the homes. The aroma of freshly steamed pau drifted through the air, wrapping her in warmth. Deeia blinked in amazement. How does he always find places like this?

The old lady running the stall turned and immediately beamed. "Ah, Zayne! You’re back," she greeted warmly, as if she’d known him forever.

Deeia looked between them, curious.

Zayne gave a small, respectful nod. "She used to visit the hospital often. Her late husband was my father’s patient." His voice was gentle, carrying a quiet familiarity. Deeia nodded, listening as the old lady carefully placed a steaming basket of pau in front of them. The scent made her stomach rumble.

"It smells really good," Deeia murmured, leaning in slightly, taking in the soft, pillowy sight of the pau.

Zayne smiled. "Go on, dig in."

Without hesitation, Deeia reached for a red bean pau and took a bite. The soft, warm dough melted against her tongue, giving way to the sweet, smooth filling. Her eyes widened with delight.

"It’s so good!" she said, her voice full of genuine excitement. She savored the texture, describing how perfectly soft and fluffy it was, how the warmth seeped into her hands as she held it.

Zayne watched her, his smile growing. "You still love red bean, huh?"

Deeia paused mid-bite, her expression softening. "Wait… you remembered?"

"Of course," Zayne said, resting his chin on his hand. "You used to wait at the corner of the middle school just to steal one while Caleb distracted the owner."

Deeia let out a small laugh, her eyes twinkling at the memory. "Oh, I definitely remember. One time, Caleb was sick and I made you do it instead."

Zayne chuckled, shaking his head. "And I did it so badly and because of that, you got caught too."

Deeia covered her mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly. "and you were so scared, you froze! The owner didn’t even need to chase you!"

Zayne smiled, finishing the memory for her. "I was grounded and so were you."

They looked at each other and in that quiet moment, laughter spilled between them- soft, full of nostalgia. It felt like the years had never passed, like they were still those mischievous kids sneaking around, hearts light and carefree.

As she took another bite of her pau, Deeia thought to herself- maybe some things never really change.

They lingered at the little stall, lost in conversation. Memories of childhood mischief turned into stories about campus life then into deeper talks about the charity hospital. Zayne spoke with quiet passion, his voice warm as he shared about the patients he met, the children he played with, the weight of expectations and the quiet moments that made it all worth it.

Deeia listened intently, occasionally sipping on the warm tea the old lady had served them. She liked this side of Zayne- calm, thoughtful, a little more open than usual.

After a while, they thanked the elderly woman and stepped out into the cool evening air. The sky was painted in soft hues of orange and pink as they walked back toward Zayne’s car.

As they reached it, Deeia turned to him with a small smile. "Thanks for today.. and oh! I still owe you a noodle date!" Deeia just remembered.

Zayne’s eyebrows raised slightly. "Date?"

The word hung between them. Deeia’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. "Wait- no! I mean.. like, a noodle dinner together. A- uh.. hangout!" She waved her hands as if she could physically take back her words.

Zayne chuckled, amused. His gaze softened as he watched her scramble for an explanation. "It’s a date," he said smoothly. "Just let me know when you’re free."

Deeia froze. The way he said it- so effortlessly and it made her heart stutter.

Before she could overthink it, Zayne held out his hand. "Your phone?"

She blinked then hesitantly took it out. He took it from her, tapped the screen a few times, then handed it back. "There," he said. "Now you have my number. I’ll be waiting for that noodle date."

Silence stretched between them. Deeia looked down at her phone, at his name now saved in her contacts.

'Zayney'

She used to call him that when they were kids.

"There’s somewhere I want to take you. Can we go?" asked Zayne.

Deeia glanced up, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Another surprise?"

Zayne’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile.

Deeia exhaled, shaking her head playfully. "You’re full of surprises today.. Zayney."

She was smiling too.

"Close your eyes."

Deeia frowned, shifting in the passenger seat. "What? Why?"

Zayne keeping his gaze on the road. "Just trust me."

She shut her eyes with a smile. "You’re not kidnapping me, right?"

Zayne let out a low laugh. "And where would I even take you?"

“I don’t know,” she grinned. "Some secret scientist lab, maybe?"

He chuckled, amused. "Tempting. But no. Just keep them closed."

As the car slowed down, a cool breeze seeped through the slightly open window. The scent of earth, grass, and something familiar drifted in. Zayne parked and stepped out, walking over to her side. He placed his hands gently over her eyes as she got out, guiding her carefully.

Deeia reached up, instinctively grasping his wrist for balance. "Okay, seriously- what is going on?" she laughed, excitement bubbling in her voice.

Zayne didn’t answer. He walked her a few steps forward, feeling the way she instinctively trusted him despite her curiosity.

And then, finally, he let go.

Deeia blinked.

Golden light from the late afternoon sun stretched across the open field, washing everything in a warm glow and dancing gently in the air were fireflies. Not as many as before but enough to make the moment magical.

Her lips parted in awe. "This is…"

Zayne stood beside her now, watching the flickering lights. "Our safe haven."

Deeia turned to him, her expression softening. Memories came rushing back.

She had almost forgotten about this place- the hidden field where they used to escape as kids, where they’d lie in the grass and watch the sky until the stars came out.

A gentle breeze swayed the tall wild grass, brushing against her fingers. She let them trail over the blades, feeling the softness between them. "We used to love coming here," she murmured.

Zayne reached for her hand and without a word, led her toward the large oak tree standing proudly at the edge of the field. They settled beneath it, the golden hues of sunset wrapping them in warmth. Deeia stretched out her palm, trying to catch one of the glowing fireflies. When one landed, she closed her fingers gently around it, keeping it safe. Then after a moment with her eyes closed, she let it go.

Zayne watched her closely- the way her long lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes for that brief moment, the way her freckles glowed under the fading sunlight, the way she smiled so softly it made something in his chest tighten.

"What did you wish for?" he asked.

Deeia exhaled, staring out at the endless field. Then, with a distant look in her eyes, she said quietly, "I wished for angel's wings."

Zayne tilted his head slightly. "Wings?"

She nodded, gaze locked onto the fiery orange horizon. "So I can fly away and go someplace far.. start new."

Zayne caught a firefly in his palm. He closed his eyes for a brief second, then released it back into the sky.

Deeia turned to him, curious. “And what did you wish for?”

Zayne met her gaze. His voice was quiet but firm.

"To be your angel that will help you spread your wings."

Deeia's breath catching slightly.

A moment passed, heavy with something beautiful.

Then, as if sensing the shift in the air, Zayne reached for the nearest white wildflowers. One by one, he tucked them into her hair. "Thank you," he murmured, "for spending the afternoon with me."

Deeia smiled softly. She let him continue, feeling the gentle brush of his fingertips as he carefully placed each flower and when he was done, he hesitated for just a second before his fingers brushed against her cheek.

Their eyes met- green and hazelnut, reflecting the soft glow of fireflies between them.

Deeia had always loved his eyes since they were kids. They reminded her of deep forests and quiet places but now as she looked closer, she noticed the faint shadows beneath them. He looked tired. Yet even with the weight he carried, he was still effortlessly… Zayne.

He leaned in slowly.

As if giving her time to pull away.

But she didn’t.

Deeia held her breath.

The fireflies flickered, glowing brighter around them.

Then-

Her lashes fluttered closed as his lips brushed against hers- soft, hesitant at first, like the whisper of wind through leaves. Then the kiss turned deeper, passionate and real.

Deeia felt herself melting into it, into him.

The warmth of his hand cupped her cheek, thumb grazing her skin as if committing the moment to memory.

Time seemed to stretch.

Then, gently, they parted.

Deeia opened her eyes, breathless. Zayne was watching her, half in awe, half unsure as if trying to decipher what this moment they shared actually meant. The air between them buzzed with unspoken emotions.

Breaking the moment, Deeia exhaled a soft laugh.

Zayne blinked, still caught in the trance of their kiss.

Deeia lifted a finger and bopped his nose, grinning.

Zayne blinked again- unexpectedly, blushed that his cheeks turned peach pink.

Deeia smirked. "You’re so cute when you’re flustered."

Zayne cleared his throat, looking away for a second before returning his gaze to her and saw something heavy flickering in her eyes. The fireflies continued their slow, glowing dance around them.

For a moment, everything else faded away.

The ride home was peaceful and comfortable. The soft hum of the car engine mixed with the mellow tunes playing through the speakers, blending seamlessly with the cool night air. Deeia rested her head against the window, watching the streetlights blur past.

Her heart still felt light- almost too light like it might just float away.

When they pulled up in front of her house, Deeia unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to Zayne with a small smile. "Thank you… for today," she said softly.

Zayne met her gaze, his green eyes calm but deep. "No worries," he said. Then, quieter, "Thank you.."

Deeia hesitated for a second, then dug through her bag, pulling out a black sharpie. "Hold out your hand," she said.

Zayne raised an eyebrow but did as she asked, his wrist resting on the center console. Deeia leaned closer, her brows furrowing in concentration as she carefully drew tiny fireflies and two stars on his skin. Zayne watched her, mesmerized- not just by what she was doing but by her beauty. The way her lips parted slightly in focus, the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting in her hazelnut eyes.

Once she finished, she capped the marker with a satisfied nod. "There," she said. "It’s my first time celebrating FiraLume and… I don’t actually really believe in it much, but…" She trailed off then smiled a little. "Today, I felt happy.."

She looked up at him, her expression gentle. "So… it’s my way of saying thank you. For bringing me there again."

Zayne stayed quiet. He stared at the little doodles on his wrist and without thinking, Deeia leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight, Zayney," she whispered, before slipping out of the car.

Zayne didn’t move. Barely breathing.

The warmth of her lips lingered on his cheek, setting his skin on fire in the cold night air. He barely registered Deeia closing the door behind her. He just sat there, staring at the tiny stars and fireflies on his wrist, completely stunned.

Inside, Deeia leaned against the front door, her face burning.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

She buried her face in her hands, groaning softly.

What was that?!

She hadn’t planned it. It just… happened.

"Dede, why is your face so red?"

Deeia snapped her head up to see Hale standing in the hallway, clutching his stuffed bunny.

"It’s not!" she blurted.

Hale squinted at her. "Did you eat too much spicy noodles again?"

"Y-yeah!" she stammered. "So spicy! I’m gonna.. uh.. go wash my face!"

She dashed past him, leaving Hale confused.

Meanwhile, in the car, Zayne finally let out a slow breath. He traced the ink on his wrist again then lifted it to his lips.

And smiled.

Caleb had been staring at his phone for hours.

His thumb hovered over Deeia’s chat. He wanted to text her. Where was she going with Zayne? But he knew her too well. If he pushed too hard, she’d shut him out again. Instead, he found himself walking to her house.

It was late. The air was crisp. His steps were slow like his body was trying to stop him from doing something stupid.

But then he froze.

Zayne’s car was parked in the driveway.

And then- Deeia.

What are you doing Pip..

Then she stepped out, her expression soft, her smile lingering as she waved toward the car. She didn’t even seem to notice Caleb standing across the street, watching.

That smile. That soft, glowing smile.

He hated it. He could feel his heart shattering into sharp pieces.

Caleb clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists inside his hoodie. It was irrational, maybe but it burned.

because she never smiled like that at him anymore.

Yeah, it has to be Zayne. Who else if not Zayne..

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Chapter 6

"Just like stars"

Caleb didn’t slow down. Not even when she told him to. It was barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His grip was tight on her arm as he dragged her towards the small garden just beyond the street, the garden they used to run through as kids, laughing and racing against the wind.

Deeia’s footsteps faltered behind him. "Caleb.. please let me go." she whispered again, desperate, almost as if she was begging him to understand. "You’re hurting my arm.."

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Not when his heart was breaking with every step he took.

She’d been avoiding him.

She’d been avoiding him for days.

She had left him standing in the dark corner like he wasn’t important anymore, like they hadn’t shared precious moments and memories in life, like they hadn’t promised each other that they’d never let go no matter what.

It hurts more than he ever thought possible.

The moment they reached the garden, Caleb finally released her arm. He stepped back, eyes burning as they found hers.

He had to do this.

He had to make her understand.

"Why, Deeia!?" he demanded, voice thick, strained with emotion. "Why the hell are you avoiding me!? What the fuck is going on!?"

Deeia flinched, her eyes flickering with uncertainty, guilt and something, something he couldn’t decipher yet.

She didn't say a word.

"We promised each other!" Caleb continued. "Remember!? We made a promise when we were kids that we would never let go of each other no matter what, that we’d always be there for each other but now, you- this! You’re shutting me out like I don’t fucking matter in your life!"

Her breath hitched. The realization dawned on her of just how much pain she had caused him. How deeply wounded he was by her selfish action. The look in his eyes twisted her heart but there were still so many unsaid things between them, so many questions that she’s too scared to know the answers.

"Caleb, I am.. so sorry.." Deeia whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I’m so sorry.."

Caleb shook his head, the tears threatening to break through. "No.. Sorry is not enough! You need to tell me why. Why the hell are you doing this to us!?"

Deeia still silent. She’s frozen, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. He could see the struggle in her face, the fight between wanting to say something and the fear of what she might admit.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He couldn’t.

He sighed, pacing in frustration. The confession he had buried for so long- he couldn’t keep it inside anymore.

He stopped right in front of her. "Is it because of that day at the library?" he finally asked, his voice breaking as he forced himself to say it aloud. "Is it because... because I wanted to kiss you?"

Deeia’s eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked again, unable to speak as if she was searching for words in her mind to explain why everything had turned complicated but she couldn’t.

Caleb’s frustration cracked through and he stepped forward, his hands trembling as he reached out, cupping her face gently, forcing her to look at him.

"Deeia.. what if i do? cause that’s all I’ve wanted for so long and now I’m standing here, watching you pushing me away.. it hurts. It hurts.. so much." His voice dropped to a whisper, the words thick with emotion.

Deeia’s eyes filled up with tears.

"Please say something Pip…" pleaded Caleb. He closed his eyes and brought her closer that their forehead touched.

For a moment, Deeia just stared at him with vulnerable eyes. She could see the pain, the sorrow written all over his face. He opened his eyes.. tears started to gather and ready to flow anytime. Deeia reached up and wiped his tears away.

Finally, her voice broke through, a sob caught in her throat. "I’m.. scared, Caleb.. I-" She swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "If.. I let you in... It’ll only cause us pain. It'll cause you.. pain. Nothing’s good comes out from.. liking someone like me.. that way.."

It’s love.. Pip. Why can't you say it..

His heart ached absorbing every word. His hands steady as he placed them on her shoulders, looking directly into her eyes. "Deeia. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if it’s complicated. I just-"

Caleb took a deep breath, his voice softening as he once again got lost into her eyes- the same eyes that had been his north star for as long as he could remember.

"I need you to understand something, Deeia and I’m only going to say it once."

"Caleb- Stop.."

"No.. Just listen.."

"Caleb- please don't.."

"Deeia.." He swallowed hard, getting words out of his heart were so much harder than he thought.

Then, for the first time, he allowed his heart to speak in its own unguarded language..

"I'm in love with you Deeia Andromeda. I've loved you my whole life. I’ve loved you in a way I can’t even put into words. You’ve always been there, in my mind, in my heart and I don’t even know how to explain it. You're always the one that I go to when everything else feels too complicated. Hell, I tried to deny it for years, I tried to make sense of my feelings but- it has always been just you. Always."

His voice cracked but he pushed through.

He had to let her know.

"It’s like... like the universe aligned and made you the only thing I could never escape from. You're a part of me and no matter how far we drifted apart at times in our lifetime, no matter how many years went by, you’re always there in the background of everything in my life. It’s like we’re two souls that were always meant to burn together and maybe.. maybe we were just too afraid to let ourselves collide."

Caleb took another step closer, his heart thundering in his chest, his hand reaching out to touch her face, brushing her warm cheek with his fingers.

"We’re not kids anymore, Pip- running around this town, dreaming of the stars. We’re all grown ups now. We’ve changed but one thing that I know stays the same is that I’ve never stopped loving you. Not once. Not for a single second."

His voice softened,his eyes intense with something deeper than just words.

"I used to think love was a choice, Pip. That it was something we decided, something we could walk away from but it’s not. It’s like the stars in our favourite night sky- they don’t get to choose where they shine. They just do and no matter how far apart they are, no matter how much time has passed, they still shine in the same orbit.. and I know... I know that if you just let yourself see it, you might feel it too."

His eyes searched hers, aching for her love in return.

"I love you.. and if you want me to wait, I’ll wait, Pip. I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes to make you realize what we can have."

He paused, breathing in the cool night air as the stars above twinkled like they were listening, like they understood the weight of his words.

"I’m not asking for an answer right now. I’m not going to push you for something you’re not ready for. I.. I just want you to understand that I have feelings for you and I just couldn't hide it anymore. I don't want to end up in regrets. Once you are ready to open up your heart to me and tell me the truth about your feelings, I will be there.. Pip ."

His voice trembled but he meant every word.

"You are my universe, Deeia."

The night stretched endlessly for Deeia. Every time she closed her eyes, Caleb’s words found their way back to her like echoes in a quiet, hollow space. She tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, her heart covered with mess of emotions she wasn’t ready to untangle.

When she finally drifted off, the morning had already crept in.

A loud sound jolted her awake. The television. Bright colors flashed under the crack of her bedroom door. She groggily sat up, rubbing her face. Her body felt heavy and sluggish. Had she even slept at all?

She glanced at her phone- late. She sighed.

At least it was Sunday.

Dragging herself out of bed, she stepped into the living room. Hale was sprawled on the floor in front of the TV, one hand in a cereal box, his tiny feet kicking in the air as he giggled at the cartoon playing. His messy hair stuck up at odd angles.

"Morning, troublemaker," Deeia yawned.

Hale barely looked up. "Afternoon Dede," he corrected. "Mama was angry."

Deeia stretched. "Why?"

Hale shoved another handful of dry cereal into his mouth, still focused on the screen. "She said you locked the door and wouldn’t wake up. She left for work hours ago."

She could almost hear her mother’s sharp voice banging against her door, frustration laced in every word. She sighed, guilt curling in her chest but she pushed it aside.

She shuffled into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Empty shelves. She let out another sigh. No milk. She glanced at the fruit basket- only a bruised banana left. There's a $50 with a note stuck on the fridge.

'For groceries. Sorry I couldn't do it -Ma.'

Deeia crumpled the note and threw it in the bin.

"Hale, freshen up after TV time. We’re going to the supermarket later on. We need milk and apples."

Hale finally turned to look at her, his cheeks full like a chipmunk. "Can we get snacks too?"

Deeia smirked. "Anything you like Hale."

Hale gave her a toothy grin.

The town surprisingly had a dreamy, unhurried feel even on Sundays- soft golden light spilling over the streets, the distant chatter of a passing cyclist, the scent of fresh bread drifting from a bakery down the road. Deeia walked hand-in-hand with Hale, their fingers curled together, the little boy humming some cartoon tune under his breath.

Then, out of nowhere, he asked her a question that made Deeia paused.

"Do Caleb hate me?"

A frown tugged at her lips as she turned to her little brother. "What? No. Why would you even think that?"

Hale’s face scrunched up, like he’s angry. "Because he doesn’t come to our house anymore! He used to always visit and play games with me and even took me for rides on his bike.."

Deeia’s heart clenched. A strange heaviness settled in her chest. She crouched down to see Hale eye to eye. She could sense the weight of his innocent sadness swirling in his mind. She reached out, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. "Hale, listen to me.." Her voice was soft but firm. "Caleb loves you very much, okay? He’s just… busy right now."

"Busy doing what?"

Deeia paused then not long, she smiled.

"Busy being a superhero"

Hale grinned as he imagined Caleb whooshing here and there, saving people.

"You are his best buddy! He always said that.."

Hale’s big, round eyes searched hers, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. "Really?"

Deeia exhaled, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek. "Really."

Hale nodded but the sadness still lingered in his eyes.

Deeia ruffled his hair with both hands, making him squirm and let out a tiny, breathy giggle. "Now," she grinned, "tell me- what snack do you want?"

Hale’s eyes lit up, his previous gloom forgotten in an instant. "Pero sticks! Pero sticks! The strawberry one!"

Deeia chuckled. "Alright, Pero sticks it is and you know what? After this, let’s go to Caleb’s house and say Hi."

Hale gasped excitedly, "For real!?"

She nodded.

"BEST. DAY. EVER!" he shouted, pumping his little fists in the air.

Deeia laughed, shaking her head as they stepped inside but beneath the warmth of the moment, her own heart still aches because Hale was right.

Caleb didn’t come around anymore.

and she had no one to blame but herself.

Deeia double checked her shopping list- apples, milk, a frozen pizza box. She glanced down at Hale, who was humming along to the supermarket's soft music while doing a little jump.

"Don’t forget the Pero sticks!" he reminded, pointing ahead.

"All accounted for. Let's get you your favourite snack!" Deeia smiled.

The colorful shelves stretched high, packed with rows of neatly stacked boxes and of course, the Pero Sticks were all the way at the top, tucked deep inside. Deeia starred up, lips pressing into a thin line.

Hale let out a dramatic sigh.

"Dede is too short," he muttered. "If only Caleb was here-"

Deeia flicked his forehead. "Shut up."

She stretched onto her toes, fingertips barely grazing the edge of the box. "Why do they make these shelves so damn high.." she grumbled, straining harder.

And then, before she could even attempt a second try, an arm reached past her, effortlessly pulling down two boxes of Pero Sticks.

Deeia turned to say thanks, only for her breath to hitch slightly.

Zayne.

He looked down at her with a calm expression, holding out the snacks. "You should’ve just asked a sales assistant," he said. "Or, you know.. a step ladder."

Deeia scoffed. She was about to retort when a tiny giggle made her stop.

They glanced down- Hale stopped giggling and had taken a step back, peeking at Zayne from behind Deeia like a cautious kitten. Zayne shifted his gaze to the little boy, expression softening.

"Here," Zayne said, crouching to eye level with Hale. He gently offered the Pero Sticks.

Hale tensed. His small hands curled into Deeia’s sweater as if seeking protection. Zayne waited patiently, then casually shook the box. "These are a solid choice," he said softly. "Pero Sticks are scientifically proven to make weekends better. I read it somewhere.."

Hale blinked, hesitating. Then, he smiled, just a little.

"Really?" Hale blinked his eyes again.

"Mm." Zayne nodded solemnly. "There was a whole study on it."

Hale reached forward, taking the snacks carefully.

Deeia, watching the exchange, grinned. "What do we need to say, Hale?"

Hale looked up at her, then back at Zayne. Finally, he shyly said "Thank you.."

Zayne smiled. "You’re welcome."

Deeia watched as Hale hugged the Pero Sticks closely to his chest. His usual wariness around strangers had faded just a little, thanks to Zayne’s calm approach.

She turned to Zayne with a small smile. "So, what brings Mr Zayne to this town supermarket?" Deeia glanced at what he was holding, lips curving slightly. "Still into mint, huh?"

Zayne glanced at her, then at the candy. "Some habits don’t change."

She reached over, picking up the pack before he could protest. "You still eat these when you’re overthinking?"

His fingers twitched, as if resisting the urge to take it back. "I eat them for fun."

A knowing glint flickered in her hazelnut eyes. "Liar. You chew on them when you're stressed."

Zayne exhaled, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. "And you still drink Cola when you're upset."

Deeia gasped dramatically. "Excuse me- Cola is a lifestyle."

The moment was light, easy. But then, as she turned the pack over in her hands, something in her expression softened. "Is it bad? The stress? Are you okay Zayne?"

Zayne hesitated. He could lie- give her the same well-practiced, effortless response he gave everyone else but she wasn’t just anyone. Zayne didn't say anything. He just gave Deeia a nod.

"You know, you can always talk to me right?" She studied him, and for a second, she could see sadness behind his smile.

She tore open the candy pack and popped a mint into her mouth.

Zayne blinked, startled. "You’re not supposed to-"

Her eyes widened the moment the icy burn spread over her tongue. She winced. "Shit- how do you eat these like they're nothing? It’s like chewing on frozen lightning."

Zayne knew she was just trying to cheer him up. "You get used to it."

She finally swallowed, shaking her head. "Yeah, no. I’ll stick to my soda."

"Thanks Deeia.."

Deeia blinked at him. "For what?"

He took the candy from her hands and popped one into his mouth too with a smile. "For making me smile.."

Time seemed to slow down as they looked at each other.

Zayne then shook his head and he glanced at her basket. "You’ve got a good mix of essentials and comfort food."

"Balance is key," Deeia said playfully. "Pizza and apples compliment each other out. Sweet and Savoury!"

Zayne chuckled. "That’s not how nutrition works."

Before Deeia could counter, she felt a small tug on her sleeve.

Hale, still clutching the snack box, peeked up at her. His wide eyes flickered between her and Zayne before he mumbled, "Who is he?"

Deeia blinked, realizing she hadn’t actually introduced them properly.

"Oh- right. Hale, this is Zayne. My friend from waaaay back." She placed a gentle hand on Hale’s head. "Zayne, this is Hale. My little brother."

Zayne nodded. "Hey, Hale."

Hale stared for a moment, then muttered a tiny, "Hi," before quickly looking away.

Deeia bit back a smile. "He’s shy."

"I can tell," Zayne said, amused. He crouched down again, staying at Hale’s level. "You like Pero Sticks, huh?"

Hale nodded slowly.

Zayne tapped his chin in thought. "I like the chocolate ones. What about you?"

Hale hesitated, then murmured, "Strawberry."

Zayne nodded approvingly. "Strawberry flavored pero sticks can make people run faster."

Hale’s brows furrowed.

"Yup.. Pero monster sprinkled some fur in the strawberry coating to give you extra energy."

Hale’s lips twitched like he wanted to smile. He glanced up at Deeia. "Is that true?"

Deeia mischievously looked at his brother and tickled him. "and you will turn into the pero monster too if you eat too much pero sticks!"

Zayne laughed softly. "Only those who eat the chocolate flavour, not strawberry. Don’t worry."

Hale giggled, hiding his grin behind the snack box.

Deeia watched the exchange, feeling something warm settle in her chest. It had been a long time since she’d seen someone other than Caleb get along so naturally with Hale. Maybe catching up with Zayne wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

They walked together toward the checkout counter with basket filled with groceries and snacks. As Deeia reached into her pocket for her wallet, Zayne casually stepped ahead and handed his card to the automatic cashier.

"Zayne- No!" Deeia protested, trying to push his hand away.

Zayne didn’t budge.

(Beep)

Deeia sighed in frustration as the beep of the scanner sealed her defeat. "You didn’t have to do that."

Zayne smiled and helped them with the groceries.

Deeia sighed. "Thanks.. Zayne."

As they stepped outside, she adjusted the strap of her tote bag and turned to Zayne. "Hey, how about we go and grab some noodles at the stall nearby. My treat!"

Zayne was about to answer when a small tug on her sleeve stopped them both.

Hale's tiny fingers clutched her shirt tightly, his head tilted down.

"I don’t want noodles…" his voice was small, almost hesitant.

Deeia blinked, crouching in front of him. "What’s wrong?"

Hale fidgeted, hugging the Pero Stick box to his chest. "You said we’re gonna see Caleb after this.."

The statement made Deeia speechless. She did say that earlier.

Zayne stood quietly beside them, listening.

Hale looked at Deeia. He was about to cry. "I want to see Caleb..."

Deeia felt her heart squeeze. She had been so caught up in her emotions- her avoidance, her confusion that she hadn’t realized how much Hale had been missing Caleb.

She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Zayne before nodding softly. "I did say that. Let’s go and see Caleb soon, okay?"

Hale’s face lit up but Zayne’s expression remained unreadable.

Deeia stood up and exhaled. "Sorry, Zayne. I guess we’ll have to take a rain check on the noodles."

Zayne shook his head lightly. "No worries.."

She smiled, grateful for his easy going nature. She turned to leave when Zayne’s voice stopped her.

"Deeia.."

She looked back.

Zayne’s green eyes held a quiet depth. "Are you okay?"

Deeia hesitated again knowing exactly what he was referring to. Last night. Caleb. Café. The storm of emotions she still hadn’t sorted through.

But she smiled, pushing it down. "I’m okay. Sorry for what happened yesterday.. I know Caleb-"

She started to say more, to explain Caleb’s outburst but before she could, Zayne simply said, "No need to apologize. As long as you’re okay."

His words were simple yet full of warmth.

"Do you want me to drive you and Hale to Caleb's?"

Deeia shook her head and smile. "It's okay. Thanks though."

"See you around Zayne." and with that, she took Hale’s hand and they all waved goodbye to each other.

Zayne watched them until they disappeared from his side.

Caleb stood by the front door, wiping his hands on a rag. He just finished fixing the creaking hinges. The soft late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the porch and Grandma was busy tending to her flowers, humming softly as she watered them.

Suddenly, Caleb heard the sound of running footsteps. He looked up just in time to see Hale bursting around the corner, his small legs moving fast as he shouted, "Caleb!"

Caleb smiled and before he could react, Hale had flung himself into his arms. Caleb chuckled, lifting him up in a big bear hug. "Hey, bud, it's really good to see you!"

Hale pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with an innocent concern. "Do you hate me?" he asked, the words tumbling out before Caleb could even process them.

Caleb froze for a moment, startled by the question. His gaze flicked toward Deeia, who was standing a few feet away, watching the interaction. She smiled and waved, her eyes softening as she mouthed,

Hale misses you..

Caleb returned his attention to Hale, his features softening. "You’re my best buddy, always have been. I could never hate you."

Hale pouted slightly. "Then why didn't you come over and play anymore? Dede always says you’re busy.."

"I’m sorry, Hale," he said sincerely. "I'll make time to come over more, okay? I’ll come visit and hang out whenever you want."

Hale’s eyes brightened, and a wide grin spread across his face. "You promise?"

"I promise," Caleb said, ruffling Hale’s hair and it made Hale giggled loudly.

Deeia let out a soft sigh of relief but before she could say anything, Grandma finished up with gardening and stood next to her, "What’s all this talk of promises?" she asked with a smile.

Deeia kissed Grandma on the cheek. "Hi Grandma," she said. "Hale’s been missing Caleb."

Grandma then turned her gaze to Caleb. "Well, if that’s the case, you all have to stay for dinner. I insist." she said with a warm, welcoming smile.

Hale’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yay! Yay! A sleepover!" he declared, his voice full of energy.

Deeia, immediately looked panicked, her eyes widening. "Hale! It’s not a sleepover!" she quickly interjected, glancing at Caleb. "We didn’t plan for-"

Caleb smiled at the sight of her flustered expression. "It’s okay, Pip. I don’t mind. Plus, we could use a little family time, right?" He winked at Hale, who bounced on his feet, clearly thrilled by the idea.

Deeia blushed and her expression softened as she watched Hale practically vibrate with excitement. She couldn’t help but smile too.

"Hale.. we’ll stay for dinner but no sleepovers!" Deeia squinted her eyes towards Hale.

Grandma laughed heartily as she stepped inside, calling out over her shoulder, "Well, you never know. You might change your mind!"

The warmth of dinner filled the room, the scent of chicken soup and freshly baked bread wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. The soft clinking of spoons against bowls echoed gently, accompanied by the occasional murmur of conversations.

"Your chicken soup is the best grandma. Thank you." Deeia savored her favourite chicken soup.

"Oh, anything for you dear." Grandma smiled.

Caleb was very silent but his eyes kept on glancing towards Deeia once in a while.

Hale, swinging his legs under the table, hummed as he sipped his soup, eyes flicking between his sister and Caleb.

Then, in the purest innocence, he tilted his head and asked..

"Dede, will you marry Caleb one day?"

Deeia choked on her soup instantly, coughing as she grabbed her napkin. Caleb froze mid-bite, his spoon hovering just above his bowl, while Grandma’s smile deepened in quiet amusement.

Deeia quickly composed herself, leaning slightly toward Hale and whispering in a firm but hushed tone, "Hale, don’t talk nonsense at the dinner table."

Hale shook his head stubbornly and said out loud.

"It’s not nonsense! It’s from the cartoon I watched this morning. A prince and a princess and they’re best friends since they were kids. Then, they went on an adventure fighting goblins and unlocking magic and they fell in love but the princess lost her magic and got locked in a tower, so the prince had to save her and then-" He took another eager bite of his bread. "In the end they got married!"

Deeia cleared her throat. She stirred the soup with unnecessary focus, avoiding Caleb’s gaze.

Caleb, however, rested his chin on his hand, his violet eyes twinkling with mischief as he smirked. "Well," he said casually, "I’d marry your sister if she wanted me to."

Deeia’s grip on her spoon tightened.

Hale beamed at this response, nodding enthusiastically. "She does! In her book-"

Deeia’s eyes widened in horror. Before Hale could finish that sentence, she reached across the table and gently clamped a hand over his mouth, her face turning scarlet. "Enough eating and talking," she said in a rush. "Just eat."

Caleb chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her. "In her book, huh?" His voice was nothing but amused curiosity.

Deeia refused to look at him.

Grandma chuckled, wiping her hands with a napkin. “Well, if you two ever do get married one day, make sure to do it before I die. I’d like to be around to see it.”

Deeia blushed hard. "Grandma!"

Caleb laughed, shaking his head, while Hale just nodded happily as if the decision had already been made.

Deeia refused to look at Caleb, knowing full well he was still watching her, a small, knowing smile on his lips.

Hale had fallen asleep on the sofa, his tiny frame curled up, a blanket barely covering him. Deeia sat beside Caleb’s grandmother, sipping warm tea as they talked about everything and nothing- about life, about childhood, about how fast time seemed to slip away.

When the clock struck midnight, Grandma sighed, stretching her hands. "My goodness! It's late! Time for this old woman to get some rest." She turned to Deeia with a knowing smile. "Caleb, make sure they go home safely.."

Deeia stretched a little before glancing at Hale. Then, she carefully reached for him, adjusting his weight against her as she lifted him into her arms. His head lolled against her shoulder, his quiet sigh brushing against her neck.

"It's okay, really.. we’ll walk," Deeia murmured, shifting Hale slightly to get a better hold. "It’s not that far anyway."

She barely made it two steps before Caleb was in front of her, gently but firmly prying Hale out of her grasp.

Deeia stilled, watching as Caleb adjusted the little boy effortlessly in his arms. There was no teasing in his expression, just quiet determination. "It's very late Pip. I'll send you guys home. Let’s go."

She didn’t argue.

The walk to the car was silent, the night air crisp against her skin. Caleb’s car sat beneath the streetlamp, its headlights flickering on as he unlocked it. He placed Hale gently in the backseat, securing his seatbelt before shutting the door with a soft click.

The drive was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the engine and radio playing softly. Deeia leaned against the window, watching the world blur past. There was something comforting about tonight. It's somewhat peaceful.

When they finally pulled up in front of her house, Deeia unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to him with a small smile. "Thanks for the ride Caleb."

She reached for the door handle but Caleb’s voice stopped her.

"Pip."

She turned back.

Her heart started to beat loud and fast again as their eyes locked.

His violet eyes ruined with sorrow as he exhaled.

"Do you hate me now?"

Deeia’s breath hitched. "What?"

Caleb’s gaze flickered downward for a moment before meeting hers again. "What Hale said earlier.. if i hated him.. it made me realize. Maybe I’ve been pushing you too much last night. Maybe you-" He sighed, shaking his head.

"Maybe you hate me now."

Her chest tightened. "Caleb.. don't say that-"

Without thinking, she reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "I don’t hate you.." She shook her head. "I could never hate you Caleb.."

A slow smile curved on his lips, relief flickering in his expression. He laced his fingers through hers, squeezing back.

Deeia took a deep breath. "and.. I.. I won’t deny your feelings either."

Silence.

Deeia closed her eyes for a second to gather some strength in her.

She hesitated before continuing. "But… I.. do need time.. to figure things out." She met his gaze, her voice soft. "I can’t decide right now. I can’t give you any answer now.. I just-"

The silence became more defeaning.

"I hope you understand." She sighed. Lost for words.

Caleb stared at her for a moment before his lips quivered into a small, knowing smile.

"What?" she asked, suspicious.

His fingers brushed over her knuckles. "I still got a chance then."

Deeia squinted her eyes at him but there was no real annoyance behind it. Before she could say anything, Caleb’s smile deepened.

"And I can’t help but wonder what you wrote in your book."

Deeia can feel warmth slowly creeping up the face again.

He chuckled, tilting his head. "Just.. curious."

Deeia groaned, pulled her hand away and reached out for the door again. "Goodnight, Caleb."

"Pip, wait.."

She turned, only to feel the warmth of his lips pressing softly against her cheek. It was light, fleeting yet it sent more heat rushing up her neck.

When he pulled back, he smirked. "and knowing I got a chance is enough to make me happy."

Deeia’s heart thumped loudly against her ribs. She swallowed, looking anywhere but at him.

Caleb chuckled, opening his door. "Come on, I’ll help carry Hale inside."

Still flustered, Deeia sighed and muttered under her breath, "Thanks.."

Yet, as they walked toward her house, his presence beside her felt just a little warmer than before..

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I dedicate this video to all you kind souls who have shared your love with me!

Once again, thank you for your support and I hope you've enjoyed the adventure so far. My sincere apologies to all for any mistakes and flaws that you guys stumbled upon as you float around my universe. 🙏🏼

Moving forward in our adventure with Deeia..

I'll be posting TWO CHAPTERS A WEEK (FRI + SAT) to ensure I stay grounded and don’t get too swept away by this vast universe as it can be overwhelming for me. 🖤

Once again, Thank you kind souls~ 🫰🏼✨

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Chapter 5

"Coward"

It had been three days.

Three days since their intense moment in the library.

Three days since Caleb nearly crossed the boundaries between them with a kiss he’s been craving for all these years.

Three days since he saw the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers curled against the shelves like she was bracing for impact.

Three days since he lost himself in the way she looked at him- like he was something more than just her childhood best friend.

but what happened the next day after that intense moment?

She started to avoid him and it had been three days.

Three fucking days.

At first, Caleb thought he was overthinking it. Maybe she was just too occupied with assignments but then came the little things- the way she suddenly had somewhere to be whenever he walked up, the way she barely even looked at him in classes they shared, the way she lingered with Nia and Tara just long enough to avoid walking with him.

Caleb wasn’t an idiot. He knew avoidance when he saw it and it pissed him off. So when he spotted her at the far end of the campus courtyard- laughing at something Tara said, it took everything in him not to march over and demand an explanation. Instead, he exhaled sharply, gripping the strap of his bag.

Gideon, standing beside him, followed his gaze and whispered "Damn, Cal. You look like a guy watching his soulmate slip away."

Caleb shot him a glare. "Shut the fuck up G. I’m not in the mood right now."

Gideon looked at Caleb and smirked. "What’d you do? Forget her birthday? Steal the last slice of her favourite pizza? Oh wait, yeah- you almost kissed her and now she’s running around like you are a creepy ghost that won't stop haunting her. Ooooooo~"

Caleb stiffened.

Gideon’s smirk widened. "Oh, hell. I was just joking Cal. Cheer up!"

Caleb clenched his jaw. “It’s not-” He exhaled, shaking his head. "I don’t think it’s because of that."

Gideon hummed like he didn’t believe a single word. "Yeah? Then why does she looks like she’s trying to disappear every time you’re around? I told you to confess your feelings to her and make her understand, not grab her to the dusty corner of the library and try to kiss her. No wonder she freaked out."

That stung because Gideon was right.

Deeia wasn’t just avoiding him- she was shutting him out.

This is bullshit!

Caleb had enough of the silence, enough of the way she disappeared before he could even say a word. If she thought she could keep avoiding him, she was wrong.

His steps were firm and purposeful as he marched across the courtyard toward Deeia, Nia, and Tara. Tara saw him first. Her eyes widened slightly before she leaned in, whispering something to Deeia.

Don’t you fucking run again.

Still, she didn’t look at him. She kept her gaze fixed on her friends. She was holding Nia's hand.

Caleb didn’t stop until he was right in front of her. "Pip. We need to talk."

It wasn’t a question.

Finally, she met his eyes- just for a second. Then she shifted on her feet, packing up all her things into her bag. "I.. I uh.. just remember I got called by the office,” she said quickly. “We’ll talk later."

Caleb narrowed his eyes. "Deeia-"

But she was already moving, slipping past him before he could call her bluff. Caleb turned to watch her go, his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Coward." Caleb said it loud enough for Deeia to hear as she disappeared, again.

A heavy silence followed.

"Well.. that was awkward.." Gideon, who now appeared at his side, glanced between Tara and Nia, raising an eyebrow for an explanation.

Tara crossed her arms, looking guilty. Nia sighed, giving Caleb a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry, Caleb."

Caleb shook his head, running a hand through his hair and without a word, he turned and walked away.

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Coward.

The word clawed at her mind as she hurried away, leaving Caleb behind. Her heart pounded, not just from walking fast but from the weight of everything she was trying and failing to push away. She knew. She knew how much pain she had caused him. She wasn’t blind to the way his voice had tightened, the way he had looked at her like he was barely holding himself together.

And yet, she still ran because facing him meant facing what happened that day, facing her deep feelings.

That intense moment.

The way he looked at her, eyes dark filled with something beautiful and infectious. The way his breath brushed her lips, how her heart felt like wanting to burst. The way time had slowed- no, stopped and for the first time in her life, she felt something so powerful, so consuming, it scared her more than anything.

Caleb nearly ruined her soul entirely that day. He almost kissed her.

And worse?

She wanted to kiss him too.

At first, she tried to brush it off. She tried to convince herself that they were just in the heat of a moment but the more she let the memory lingered in her mind, the more anxious she felt.

I don't deserve his love that way.

Love was not something she could afford. It wasn’t soft and warm, it was something that burned, something that hurt. She had seen it in her mama’s eyes ever since her papa died. She had felt it during those cruel days of watching her papa slowly embracing death as a friend. She felt it in the silence of their home, in the weight of responsibilities that had settled on her shoulders far too soon.

Love is a fucking curse.

Love gives nothing but pain.

Love is not something written for me.

And Caleb-

Caleb was her safe haven. He was her escape from reality, the one person who had never left her side even through the worst storms in her life. The only person who made her feel like she wasn’t alone in this world.

And if she let her feelings out freely- if she let herself fall, she’d lose him, too.

So she ran.

She hated herself for it because in order to protect herself from the pain of losing Caleb..

she inflicted the pain on him instead by pushing him away.

Coward.

Yes. She was a coward.

I am a fucking coward, Caleb.

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Saturday..

The bookstore smelled of aged paper and the faint scent of wood polish, a mix of nostalgia and knowledge. It was one of those places that seemed to hold a history all its own. The shelves, filled with carefully curated stacks of well-worn books, arranged in an almost haphazard yet charming way. Soft lighting from antique lamps cast a warm glow, while vintage posters of classic literature lined the walls.

As Deeia rearranged the books on the upper shelves, she heard the familiar jingle of the bell above the door. She paused, placing the book in her hand down and looked towards the entrance. The old clock on the wall said 6pm. People rarely visited the bookstore at this hour.

Hey, it's Zayne!

Zayne stood there, looking slightly out of place in the cozy vintage bookstore. His eyes widened when they landed on Deeia, surprise evident in his expression.

Deeia gave him a smile. "Welcome to ‘Imaginarium Ink’ Zayne," she greeted.

Zayne blinked, taking a moment to gather his words. "You work here?"

Deeia nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Part-time,” she explained casually. "and it's kind of my quiet escape.."

Zayne's gaze followed her as she climbed down the stairs.

She looked flushed.

She must be exhausted but still pretty.. messy hair bun.. cute.

Deeia realized Zayne’s been staring. "All good?"

He cleared his throat, his eyes landed on a book in his hand- an old, worn-out copy of Darwin’s ‘On the Origin of Species.’

"I’m buying this," he said.

Deeia noticed his choice and smiled, stepping closer to take the book from him. He had always been into science, she remembered. It was his thing even back when they were kids.

Deeia walked to the counter and began the process of checking it out. Zayne stood casually near the counter, watching her and after a few moments, he added, "Did you know that Darwin’s theory of natural selection was actually inspired by a letter he received from a fellow scientist?"

Deeia paused, her eyes flicking up to meet him. "I didn't know that.. interesting.." she smiled. "and let me tell you something. I’ve always found it fascinating how one simple idea reshaped so many fields of science. It’s wild how it all connects- biology, evolution.. the way life adapts."

She still got her smile. I forgot how beautiful and bright her smile is-

Zayne’s lips curved into a slight smile, pleased that she found his fact interesting. He studied her for a moment as if searching for something in her expression before turning his gaze back to the book.

As Deeia finished processing his payment, the total flashing on the register, she teased and said, "Your total is $37… sir."

Zayne let out a little laugh, reached into his wallet and handed her his credit card but before she could finish the transaction, he asked, "After your shift.. how about we grab a coffee?"

Deeia felt a sudden hesitation, exhausted emotionally and physically to be honest but she thought maybe she needed a distraction.

"but you'll be tired.. forget it. Sorry.." Zayne just realized how ridiculous his offer was.

As she processed the card, she looked up at him with a half-smile and said, "Sir, I would love to have a coffee with you after work but only if we can discuss how Darwin probably would have hated coffee."

Zayne’s eyes brightened and he chuckled, a genuine laugh that felt like the ice was starting to crack between them. "I’ll hold you to that," he smiled.

Deeia handed him the paper bag with the books inside, the small moment lingering between them with an unspoken tension in the air. As Zayne reached for it, their fingers brushed lightly sending a slight jolt through Deeia’s chest.

"Thanks, Deeia, What time should I.." Zayne asked, his tone softer now.

She nodded with a smile "9pm.."

Zayne smiled.

"Enjoy the book Zayne and I'll see you later."

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The soft glow of the streetlights bathed the peaceful town in gold as Deeia locked the bookstore’s door behind her. She adjusted her sweater, brushing away the lingering dust she got from the shelves before turning toward the figure waiting just outside.

Zayne.

He stood under the dim light, hands in his pockets, the ever-present calm in his green eyes as he gave her a small wave. Deeia smiled, stepping toward him with an easy skip in her step.

"All set?" Zayne asked.

Deeia lifted a thumbs-up and winked "Ready."

Zayne chuckled softly. There was a pause- a quiet moment of something unspoken settling between them before he tilted his head toward the street. "The café is just around the corner."

Deeia nodded, falling into step beside him. Their footsteps echoed gently against the pavement, the silence between them light, almost comforting.

"So.." Deeia started, glancing up at him. "How have you been?"

Zayne hummed, as if considering his answer. "Fine.."

Deeia pursed her lips. "That’s it? Just fine?"

Zayne glanced at her, looking all puzzled. "What do you want me to say?"

Deeia rolled her eyes. She smiled. "I don’t know, maybe something more than a one word answer? It’s been more than twelve years since I last saw you."

Zayne fell silent.

Deeia slowed her steps, watching him carefully. Then she smiled, nudging his arm. "It’s really good to see you again, you know."

Something flickered in Zayne’s gaze before he offered a small smile in return. "Yeah," he said, his voice softer this time. "You too."

Deeia folded her arms, tilting her head. "I bet life outside this tiny town was fun. Big cities, new people… why come back?"

Zayne hesitated, his gaze flickering toward the road ahead. "My parents have a charity project at the hospital," he finally said. "I’m representing them.."

Deeia nodded, waiting for more.

Then after a beat, he added, "And… I guess I missed the town sometimes."

A mischievous glint sparked in Deeia’s eyes. "The town?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Or me?"

Zayne glanced at her, startled. A faint blush dusted his cheeks before he quickly looked away.

Deeia let out a soft laugh. "Relax, I was joking."

Zayne exhaled, shaking his head. "You haven’t changed."

Deeia grinned, stuffing her hands into her sweater pockets. "Hmm maybe a little. I’m getting taller."

Zayne scoffed lightly, finally meeting her gaze again. "Barely."

Deeia gasped and playfully nudged him again as they walked on, laughter lingering between them like the scent of old books and autumn air.

They reached the small café. The quiet hum of conversation and the soft melody of a jazz song drifted through the air. Zayne opened the door for her and Deeia stepped in, glancing around. It wasn’t crowded, just a few people lost in their books or quiet conversations. It felt cozy with wooden shelves lined with old books and soft, earth-toned cushions on the seats.

Zayne followed behind her and they found a table near the window. He placed the paper bag with his newly bought book beside him while Deeia shrugged off her sweater and sat down. A small silence settled between them again as they both glanced at the menu.

Then, Zayne spoke, his voice lower. "You know… I actually remember our final moment together before I left this town last time.."

Deeia looked up, slightly surprised. "You do?"

Zayne nodded, his fingers tracing the edge of the menu absentmindedly.

"It was at the abandoned field. We were catching fireflies."

Deeia’s lips parted slightly. The memory felt like a whisper, something distant yet oddly vivid. She hadn’t thought about it in years.

Zayne let out a breath, almost like a quiet laugh. "You said we should keep them in a jar and let them be our night lanterns forever."

Deeia smiled faintly. "That does sound like something I’d say.."

Zayne leaned back against the chair. "I told you it wouldn’t work because fireflies don’t live long in a jar."

Deeia tilted her head. "And then?"

Zayne exhaled softly. "And then… you let them go."

His green eyes met hers. "You opened the jar and you let them fly."

A quiet shiver ran through her.

She laughed softly, trying to ignore the strange weight in her chest. "Well.. I guess I'm always good at letting go."

Zayne studied her for a moment. "Or maybe you're just too scared to hold on."

Deeia blinked. The air between them suddenly felt different. Charged.

Before she could respond, a waiter approached, breaking the moment. They placed their orders- Zayne ordered black coffee with tiramisu cake while Deeia with her usual, chamomile tea and she wanted to try the new chocolate cake.

As they waited, Deeia cleared her throat, determined to shift the mood. "Okay, Mr Mysterio! Since you’re back, what’s the grand plan? Taking over your parents’ company?"

Zayne nod, stirring his coffee once it arrived. "Something like that."

Deeia narrowed her eyes. "That sounds suspiciously vague."

Zayne took a slow sip before meeting her gaze. "Let’s just say.. I also have an unfinished business here I have to deal with.."

Deeia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Like what?"

Zayne’s lips curved slightly but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced at her for a moment before shifting his gaze outside the cafe, where the streetlights flickered against the darkening sky.

"Wow, the chocolate cake is goooood! Wanna try?"

Zayne smiled.

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The cold night air had done little to calm Caleb’s mind. His thoughts were still tangled up but Gideon’s insistence on a night out with the guys gave him the excuse to leave the chaos behind even if only for a while. Maybe a coffee would help.

They stepped into the café. He scanned the room, the chatter and clinking mugs a background to their arrival. The place had that cozy, intimate vibe and for a moment, he felt like maybe he could forget about everything that had been gnawing at him lately

Then.. his gaze fell on the corner of the café.

Deeia and who is she hanging out-

Zayne..!?

She was laughing. The soft chirpy sound of her voice- one he hadn’t heard in days made his chest tighten. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Zayne, that unguarded smile he adored so much. Zayne was leaning in slightly, clearly saying something that made her laugh out loud.

Caleb’s stomach twisted in knots. He wanted to turn away and pretended like he hadn’t seen them but it was like the room was trying to suffocate him, the walls all closing in. Every laugh, every exchange between them seemed to hit him like a punch in his gut.

Gideon noticed what was going on. "Damn it. Maybe we should head somewhere else, Cal.." he muttered, sensing Caleb’s tension. "Guys, let’s go-"

Caleb didn’t even look at him. He couldn’t. All he could see was Deeia and Zayne. "Fuck no." he said, ice cold and with a grimace, he walked towards the corner where they were sitting. His every step felt heavy, the anger and hurt swirling inside him. He needed answers.

The closer he got, the clearer the scene became. Zayne, sitting casually across from Deeia, leaned back with that smug, calm demeanor that Caleb always hated.

Zayne made her smile, damn it.

Her smile wasn’t just his anymore.

Without thinking straight, Caleb stood next to Deeia, feeling a rush of heat flooded his chest. His voice came out sharper and louder than he intended. "Deeia!" he said, gripping her arm with more force than he probably should’ve.

"We need to talk!"

Deeia blinked, her laughter instantly fading. She was surprised, her wide eyes locking with Caleb’s. She hadn’t expected him to show up like this. "Ca..leb, what are you doing here!?"

Before she could say anything else, Zayne stood up, stepped into Caleb’s space and grabbed Deeia’s arm too but Caleb’s not letting her go either.

Zayne’s gaze was cool, like it always was- too calm, too collected.

"Let go of her, Caleb," Zayne said, his voice low but firm.

Caleb’s eyes darted between Zayne and Deeia, the anger bubbling inside him. He could feel the heat radiating off Zayne’s body too as he stood between them. He's not the only one who's angry in this situation.

"It's none of your fucking business, Zayne." Caleb snapped, his voice full of venom.

Deeia, frozen.. glanced at Zayne then at Caleb. She sighed.

Zayne’s heart twisted when she slowly, almost apologetically reached for his hand, pulling it away from her arm.

"It’s okay. Zayne" she said softly then her eyes met Caleb. "Caleb.. you’re causing a scene. We can talk. Later."

Caleb’s entire body tensed. The words felt like a slap.

Later- I fucking hate that word.

It’s been one painful week for him.

His grip on her arm tightened, almost instinctively as if he could pull her back to where she belonged. "No, Deeia!" he said, voice rough with frustration. "We talk now!" He pulled her towards the door before she could protest.

The café had gone dead silent. It was like the whole world paused, holding its breath as Caleb dragged Deeia out the door. Zayne didn’t say a word as he watched her disappeared and neither did Deeia.

Zayne could feel the space between them again- cold and numb.

Caleb slammed the door shut behind them. He didn’t even look at her, his heart racing, his chest tight with confusion and rage but he knew one thing for sure: he wasn’t going to lose her to Zayne.

Not without a fight.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for embracing it. I've created countless fanfics, but most of them have remained tucked away in my Google Drive, collecting dust, held back by fear and self-doubt. Insecurities can be a heavy weight to bear, but in 2025, I finally took a leap of faith and shared one. And for that, I am proud.

I know my universe is not for everyone, and that’s okay. Every critique, every comment- whether praise or criticism becomes a stepping stone. I’ll gather the sticks and stones thrown my way and build a grand castle where my characters can live, breathe, and thrive.

So, thank you once again for reading, for wandering through the world I've created and for getting lost in my universe with me.

Many love,

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Chapter 4

"Fireflies"

The orange glow of the living room lamp spilled onto the wooden floor as Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The house smelled like lavender and old books- a familiar scent that always made him feel at ease. His grandmother was sitting in her usual rocking chair, knitting, needles clicking softly as she looked up at him with a gentle smile.

"You're home late," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

Caleb plopped onto the couch, stretching his arms. "Yeah, I was at Deeia’s. Hale wanted pancakes for dinner, so I made some for them."

His grandma chuckled, setting her knitting aside. "That smart boy really adores you, you know."

Caleb smirked. "He’s a cool little dude."

She studied him for a moment, the way only grandmothers could- seeing past the casual tone, straight into the heart of things. "And Deeia?"

At the mention of her name, Caleb hesitated. "What about her?"

His grandma shook her head and smiled. "Oh, Caleb. You think I don’t see it?"

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t know, Grandma. I mean.. we’ve been best friends since forever. She’s.. Deeia. You know, stubborn.. complicated. Sometimes, I feel like I know everything about her. Other times, it’s like she’s a mystery I’ll never solve."

His grandma hummed, thoughtful. "Love is like that sometimes but if you wait too long my dear, you might never get the chance to tell her."

Caleb fell silent.

She reached out, patting his hand. "You’re not that little boy running after her anymore and she’s not that little girl chasing off wild dogs to protect you but I can tell you this- your heart has always been hers, whether you admit it or not."

He sighed, leaning back into the couch, staring at the ceiling. "What if I mess everything up?"

His grandma smiled knowingly. "Then you’ll figure it out. That’s what love is, Caleb. It’s messy, it’s scary but it’s worth the risk."

Caleb swallowed, feeling the weight of her words settle deep in his chest.

"Tell you what," his grandma continued, "invite them over for dinner next time. I’ll make Deeia’s favorite chicken soup."

A small smile tugged at Caleb’s lips. "She’d like that."

His grandma continued knitting. "Good. Now go get some sleep, my dear boy. Tomorrow’s another day."

Caleb stood, bending down to kiss her cheek. "Goodnight, Grandma."

As he walked toward his room, his thoughts lingered on Deeia- her laughter, her beautiful eyes, her smile, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought.

Maybe grandma was right. Maybe it was time.

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Morning light shines on the small town. Birds chirping and people laughing and having conversation filled the atmosphere. It’s another busy day at the campus.

Deeia’s arms were full with a stack of books and her eyes focused ahead as she tried to juggle them all. As she tried to adjust her tower book, the whole pile started to teeter dangerously. She shifted to catch them all but before she could, a hand shot out, grabbing the books that fell.

“Hey. Careful,” a familiar voice said, low and steady.

Deeia froze as she looked up. Her eyes wide in surprise. Standing before her was none other than a childhood friend-

childhood crush.

She remembered him as the quiet boy who used to sit with her and Caleb under the big oak tree, sketching in his notebook. The boy who once spent an entire summer collecting fireflies with her. The boy who left.

Zayne..

His tall frame loomed over her, his expression as serious and unreadable as ever. He didn’t smile, didn’t show any signs of warmth- just that cold, icy gaze.

"Za..yne..? What are you doing-" Deeia’s voice cracked a little, disbelief lacing her words.

Zayne gave a simple nod, his eyes briefly flickering to hers. “Hello Deeia” he said, handing the books back to her.

Deeia’s mind scrambled to process what was happening. She blinked, trying to find words. "I.. umm didn’t expect to see you here. I mean, we all thought you.. moved away for good."

Zayne’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second but his voice remained calm and neutral. "Well, it's good to see you after so many years.."

Deeia felt a sudden rush of emotions. She tried to steady herself, glancing up at him with a small, tentative smile. "Well, it’s... it’s really good to see you too.. I guess?" she managed to say but it came out more as a question. Zayne didn’t respond right away. He merely nodded again as if confirming the unspoken sentiment before turning his gaze to the side and let out a little cough to clear his throat. The silence hung for a moment before Deeia was jolted by a voice she recognized.

"Hey Pip, we need to… ta..lk.."

Caleb appeared out of nowhere, his eyes scanning the scene quickly. His voice was tinged with surprise as he narrowed his eyes at…

"Zayne?" Caleb tensed.

Zayne’s gaze shifted to Caleb and for the briefest moment, there was an unspoken rivalry between them. "Caleb" Then, Zayne’s eyes flicked back to Deeia. "Just helping her out with books," He gave deeia a small smile "see you around Deeia" before turning to leave, his steps measured and quiet.

Deeia stood frozen, still holding the books, processing everything that just happened. Caleb’s eyes lingered on Zayne as he walked away, his frown deepening. He then turned to Deeia, his usual playful demeanor now replaced with a slight edge of annoyance. "fucking help her bring the books to the library then," Caleb murmured as he watched Zayne disappear down the hall. Deeia gasped at his response and smacked Caleb’s shoulder gently. “Caleb!”

“Let’s get going, Pip. I’ll help you.” Caleb grabbed half of her books and carried them for her.

Deeia blinked as she catched up with Caleb, her mind still reeling. “Wait, you said you wanted to talk.. everything’s okay?”

Caleb glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before he forced a casual smile. “Oh.. that. Nah, it’s nothing,” he said quickly, brushing it off. “Let’s go. Library right?” but as they walked side by side, Deeia couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted- and she couldn't help but wonder what actually happened back then between Zayne and Caleb.

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The library was quiet with tiny whispers here and there, Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting golden patches onto the wooden tables. Deeia walked beside Caleb, her mind elsewhere.

Why is he back? After all these years?

"Pip??" Caleb nudged her. "Did you leave your soul back there?"

They were already standing in front of the check out counter. Deeia blinked, realizing she had zoned out. She sighed. “Oh, here. Thanks.” She gave her ID and Caleb put all her books down on the counter and they smiled at the librarian. Caleb scoffed. “Let me guess. You’re thinking about our town's beloved superstar making his grand return?”

"All clear. Thanks sweetheart" the librarian smiled. Deeia and Caleb smiled back and continued walking towards the nearest cozy corner. Deeia ignored the sarcasm in his voice. "I'm just.. surprised.." She trailed her fingers along the spines of books on a nearby shelf, not really looking at them. "I didn’t think I’d ever see him again."

Caleb leaned against a table, watching her carefully. “Yeah, well. Life’s full of surprises.”

He wasn’t smiling.

Before Deeia could say anything else, a group of students sitting at a table nearby caught their attention. The low murmur of their conversation floated through the air.

"Did you hear? Zayne’s back."

"Yeah, I saw him this morning. He looks different now."

"He’s ridiculously hot now."

Deeia was so focused lookin at the gossip girls, tuning to what they were talking about. Caleb, staring at her, made a face like he had swallowed something bitter.

"Rich, handsome, smart.. ughh.. life is so unfair."

"I heard his parents want him to take over some big project. He’s basically a genius, right? Top grades, perfect record-"

"Do you think he’s single?"

Caleb scoffed loudly enough for them to hear, enough to pull Deeia’s back to reality, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. Glancing towards the girls before gazing his eyes back to Deeia. She blinked her eyes as if she just woke up from a long dream.

The girls turned their heads toward them, their eyes lighting up as they registered Caleb. One of them straightened, fixing her hair. “Oh! Caleb, hey-” but he had already grabbed Deeia’s wrist. Caleb’s grip was firm as he pulled her through the maze of bookshelves, weaving past rows of literature and history, deeper into the quietest corner of the library.

When he finally stopped, she nearly stumbled but before she could regain her balance, he moved- swift and deliberate. His hands came to rest on either side of her, palms pressing lightly against the wooden shelves behind her. Trapping her. Deeia blinked, her breath catching as she looked up. Caleb was close, too close. His violet eyes, usually playful and full of mischief were full of chaos now- searching, questioning.

"You gotta stop thinking too much.." he murmured, tilting his head slightly. "I hate it when you’re too deep in your thoughts, you become quiet and distant.."

Deeia swallowed, her back pressing against the bookshelf. She scowled, trying to ignore the way her heartbeat picked up. "I am not. Maybe.. I’m just tired.."

Caleb hummed, unconvinced. His gaze flickered over her face, reading her like an open book. "So you’re just randomly zoning out in the middle of the library?"

She shifted under his stare. "It happens."

He exhaled, a slow, amused breath. "Right..." His voice was low, but there was an edge to it- something between teasing and serious. "Let me guess. It’s about him."

Deeia stiffened. Caleb noticed.

His gaze locked onto hers. He tapped a finger lightly against the shelf near her shoulder. "Don’t lie to me now.."

Deeia hated that he was always this perceptive. She looked away. “I am not lying.."

"Pip, Look at me when you’re talking" Caleb firmly asked. Deeia looked at him. He continued.

"You're thinking about Zayne right?" Caleb said. He leaned in slightly closer, their nose almost touch, as if trying to decipher what she wasn’t saying.

Deeia froze. Caleb studied her, his eyes flickering and for a moment, neither of them spoke but their eyes were truly locked with each other. The silence stretched, thick with something suffocating. Caleb then slowly leaned towards her some more, their lips just inches apart, their breath mingled, so hot and heavy it made Deeia's heart beats so loud and quick.

Yet, she didn't move. She couldn’t or maybe she didn’t want to. She just closed her eyes.

As if realizing just how close he was, Caleb somehow stopped and let out a sigh, pushed away from the shelf, breaking the tension.

"Well," he smiled, ruffling her hair just to annoy her. "Guess our peaceful days are over, huh?"

Deeia opened her eyes and blushed, nervously swatting his hand away. "Stop doing that."

Caleb grinned. "Can’t help it. You’re just so short."

She smacked his arm. "Jerk."

Caleb laughed softly. She let out a breath. Her cheeks all flushed.

Was he trying to kiss.. me just now?

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Yesterday..

The roads of Pine Bluffs stretched before him, familiar yet distant. Zayne's sleek black car hummed softly as it rolled past old brick buildings, vintage street lamps, and small cafés glowing under the afternoon light. The town hadn't changed much- still quiet, still slow, still wrapped in the same warmth he once knew and yet, he felt like a stranger.

As he drove further, something caught his eye- a field, wild and untouched, golden grass swaying against the soft wind. It had been many years, yet it stood just as he remembered.

Without thinking, Zayne pulled over.

He stepped out, his polished shoes sinking slightly into the soft earth. The air smelled the same, crisp with a hint of wildflowers. He took slow steps forward, the memories already tugging at him.

Closing his eyes, he let himself go back-

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Flashback…

Young Zayne stood at the edge of the field, his small fingers clenched into fists, unsure. The town was dark behind him, the streetlights humming faintly but out here, it was another world.

"Zayney! Don’t just stand there like a frozen statue!"

Her voice called to him, full of excitement. He turned around to see her, his heart thumping and there she was- spinning barefoot through the tall grass, her arms outstretched as if she could catch the wind itself. She got the brightest smile he had ever seen. Tiny golden lights blinked and floated around her as if she carried the stars around her.

Zayne, all nervous asked "What are we doing?"

She grinned, eyes alight with something untamed. "Catching fireflies!"

She ran toward him, her hair sticking to her cheeks. She was breathless but glowing. In her cupped hands, a single firefly pulsed gently. She parted her fingers just enough for him to see.

"My papa said they glow because they're magic.." she whispered. "Wanna try to catch one, Zayney?"

Zayne hesitated. He wasn’t the type to chase things that couldn’t be kept forever. He liked things that made sense, things he could hold onto without them slipping through his fingers but then she grabbed his hand tugging him forward.

"Come on, just try.. You have to be quiet and gentle.."

Zayne sighed but lifted his hands, palms open. The fireflies flickered, hovering just beyond his reach. He stayed still, patient and then one landed softly against his skin.

His breath hitched. A smile slowly crept on his face.

She let out a soft gasp, her excitement barely contained. "Fireflies make Zayney smile!"

Zayne stared at the tiny glow, the warmth of it, the weightlessness. He didn’t know why it felt important but it did.

"Make a wish.." she whispered.

He never believe in wishes but that night he made one.

Then, suddenly-

"Let’s run!" she laughed, grabbing his wrist.

He barely had time to react before she pulled him with her, her grip firm yet light, her laughter trailing behind them like the tail of a comet. The fireflies scattered, their golden lights swirling like beautiful dreams. They ran until their legs ached, until they tumbled onto the soft grass, breathless. The world spun above them- the stars, the blinking fireflies, the endless night sky.

She turned to him then, her face serious for once. "Zayney.."

He looked at her.

"One day, let’s find a place where the stars touch the ground," she whispered. "And you, me and Caleb can stay there forever."

Zayne didn’t answer. He just watched her instead- the way the fireflies danced around her, the way she smiled as she closed her eyes like she belonged to the night.

Something settled in his chest, something deep and quiet, something he wouldn’t understand until much, much later.

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Zayne opened his eyes.

The fireflies were gone. The laughter echoed away but the memory remained, golden and flickering, untouched by time.

He didn’t come back for nostalgia but now, standing here again, he couldn’t ignore the feeling that never truly leaves his heart.

I wonder if she’s still around..

Maybe, just maybe.. some things weren’t meant to be left behind.

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TITLE: FOOLISH ONE

Sypnosis:

In the quiet town of Pine Bluffs, where time moves slowly and the scent of old books lingers in the air, Deeia and Caleb have been inseparable since childhood.

Deeia, the wild-hearted dreamer with ink-stained fingers, secretly weaving poetry between the pages of her notebooks. Caleb, the golden boy with violet eyes, his laughter as familiar to her as the night sky she loves so much.

But as university life unfolds, their world shifts. The teasing glances and playful arguments hide something deeper, something unspoken. Caleb has always known his heart belongs to Deeia but she’s too busy chasing stardust to notice and just when he thinks he might have the courage to tell her, Zayne returns- a boy from their past, now a quiet storm in Deeia’s heart.

Between shared walks across campus, stolen moments beneath the evening sky and the soft ache of longing, Deeia and Caleb find themselves standing at the edge of something fragile yet beautiful. Will she finally see the love that has always been right beside her?

Or will fate write a different ending to their story?

A tale of childhood bonds, slow-burning love, and the poetry of the heart- where every glance, every touch, is a chapter waiting to be written.

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darlinandromeda · 4 months ago

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Chapter 3

"Pancakes"

The late afternoon sun draped Pine Bluffs in golden hues, casting long shadows along the pavement. Deeia slung her bag over her shoulder, stepping out of the literature hall just as Nia and Tara fell into step beside her.

"Deeia, let’s do a dinner outing tonight!" Nia asked, her eyes bright with excitement. "Tara’s treating since she lost our bet!"

"Hey, I never agreed to that!" Tara protested.

Deeia smiled, shaking her head. "I'm sorry but I can’t. I have to go home. No one's there to watch Hale."

"Hale is lucky to have you as his big sister!" Tara awed.

"No need to apologize! There's always next time" Nia smiled and hugged Deeia.

"Have fun and see you two tomorrow.." Deeia smiled, giving them a little wave as they parted ways.

She walked toward the bus station, her mind drifting, wondering if mama made dinner already and maybe Hale would want pancakes again. Suddenly, someone walked beside her and before she could react, an arm looped around her shoulders, pulling her in. "Hey, Pip!"

Deeia didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

"Caleb, aren’t you supposed to be out with Gideon today? Something about a new game at the arcade?"

Caleb grinned, lazily keeping pace with her. "Mmm, yeah but too many people, too noisy. Maybe next time.."

Deeia raised an eyebrow. "You? Avoiding noise and people? Since when?"

Caleb grinned, "Since I decided to hang out with you instead."

Deeia scoffed, pushed him aside a little, "And what if I say no?"

Caleb smirked, tightening his arm around her in a playful squeeze. "Still gonna hang out."

Deeia laughed. There's always something about Caleb’s presence to be honest- warm just like the lingering glow of the setting sun. "Fine," she said, nudging him slightly with her shoulder. "Just.. don’t be annoying."

"Opps, I can’t promise that," Caleb smiled.

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The bus ride home was quiet. Caleb sat with his head tilted back, eyes closed while Deeia rested her chin on her palm, watching the familiar streets roll by. As they stepped off the bus, the sun had dipped lower, painting the sky in soft shades of violet and rose. The neighborhood was peaceful, small houses lining the street, their porch lights flickering on one by one. Deeia’s home was at the end of the lane- modest and welcoming. The tiny front yard had a mix of potted plants, some dried and drooping, others blossoming wildly as if they refused to be tamed. The porch light dimly glowed, casting shadows against the wooden door as Deeia pulled out her key. She pushed the door open.

"Hale.. Dede is home!" she called out for her brother. Before she could even step inside, the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor echoed through the house.

"Caleb!!"

Hale burst into the entryway like a tiny rocket, his little arms reaching out- not for Deeia, but for Caleb. The 5-year-old flung himself at him, hugging Caleb tightly.

Caleb laughed, crouching down to ruffle the boy’s hair. "Hey, buddy. You missed me?"

Hale beamed. "Are you here to hang out with me?"

Caleb placed a hand over his heart pretending to be deeply honored. "Of course. Hanging out with you is the best part of my day."

Deeia crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm.. So I don’t exist anymore huh?"

Hale blinked up at her then giggled before jumping into her arms. “I missed you too, Dede!" She smiled with her eyes closed, squeezing her little brother with love.

Hale pulled back, eyes shining. "What’s for dinner?"

"What do you want?" They made their way to the kitchen.

"Pancakes!"

She sighed a smile. "Again? Let me check if Mama left anything in the fridge first." but when she pulled it open, all she saw were a few bottles of water, an old container of pickled something and a lonely apple. She sighed again, closing it with a click. "Did Mama say anything about dinner?"

Hale nodded, pointing toward the kitchen shelves. "She said there’s canned food and noodles up there."

Deeia pressed her lips together, trying not to frown. Caleb, standing behind them, quietly took in the moment. He could see the way Deeia’s shoulders tensed just a little, the way she exhaled softly- like she didn’t want her little brother to notice she was stressed. Without missing a beat, Caleb crouched down again to Hale’s eye level, his voice light and playful.

"You know what? Forget canned food! I will make you, your favorite pancakes!"

Hale’s eyes widened. "Really?!"

Caleb grinned. "Yup. The fluffiest ones you’ve ever had."

Hale squealed in excitement, immediately turning and scrambling onto Caleb’s back. "Piggyback ride! Piggyback ride!"

Caleb laughed as he hoisted him up with ease. "To the pancake world we go!"

Deeia felt something warm settling in her chest. She shook her head and a small smile tugged at her lips. "You better not burn the kitchen down, Caleb."

Caleb smirked, carrying Hale like a victorious knight before putting him down to sit on the counter and it made Hale laugh out loud. Then, Caleb stood nearby with sleeves rolled up. His violet eyes focused as he mixed the pancake batter. Hale sat on the counter beside him, legs swinging, holding a spoon that was way too big for him.

"Okay pancake wizard!" Caleb said, handing Hale the whisk. "Mix this gently! Can you do the challenge!?"

Hale grinned, nodded enthusiastically then proceeded to whisk with the force of a tiny tornado. The batter splattered across the counter even dotting Caleb’s shirt. Deeia snorted from where she leaned against the doorframe. "Haa.. A future chef in the making!"

Caleb wiped some batter off his arm, giving her a look. "You’re laughing now but guess what? You’re eating this."

Deeia smiled. "I’ll consider it."

Hale giggled, clearly entertained by the mess he created. "Oops. Sorry Caleb"

Caleb ruffled Hale’s hair. "It’s alright, buddy! Now, let’s try flipping one. Shall we?" He poured batter onto the pan, waited a moment then handed the spatula to Hale. "On my count- One.. Two.."

“Three!” Hale flipped the pancake and it landed half in the pan and half on the counter. Deeia burst out laughing. Caleb groaned dramatically, holding his chest like he’d been personally attacked. "I think that pancake just ran away from us."

Hale pouted. "I wanna try again!"

"Alright, alright but this time, let's keep the pancake in this world and not send it flying into another dimension," Caleb teased, helping Hale hold the spatula properly.

Deeia continued watching them- The way Caleb handled her little brother with patience, somehow made her heart skip a beat. It was so natural for him. He didn’t just show up- he showed up in the little things that mattered.

Wait- Stop. What am i thinking about-

She cleared her throat and quickly looked away and stared at the dim light flickering in the kitchen, trying to shake the warmth that won't stop creeping into her heart. Caleb must have noticed, because when he glanced at her, his teasing smirk softened. He handed Hale a plate. His voice lowered, just for her. "You okay Pip?"

Deeia blinked, caught off guard. Her cheeks flushed with pink colour and she felt very warm, "What? Of course-"

His gaze lingered on her for a second longer. He didn’t quite believe her but he let it slide. He smiled and said, "You better appreciate these pancakes. They’re made with love and chaos!"

"More chaos than love, honestly."

Caleb scoffed, dramatically flipping the next pancake with one hand. "Excuse me, my culinary skills are legendary!"

"Oookay.. Master Chef..” Deeia said in a funny voice and it made Hale giggled loudly.

Caleb feigned offense. "Indeed, I am a highly skilled chef! Wait, no.. I am also The Pancake King, actually!" He winked at Hale.

Deeia snorted. "More like The Pancake Clown."

Caleb turned to Hale, pretended to sulk, "Wow. Your sister’s bullying me.. again." Hale glared at her sister. "Dede, be nice!"

Deeia shook her head, crossing her arms and let out a little laugh, "Just hurry up, Pancake King cause Hale must go to bed before 8."

Caleb didn't say anything, he just smiled and flipped another pancake. His eyes flicking toward her once more- this time, with something unreadable behind them and for some reason, Deeia couldn’t look away fast enough.

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Late at night, the house was quiet and still. Deeia tiptoed into Hale’s room, careful not to wake him up. Hale laid curled up under his thin blanket, his small hand gripping the edge as he breathed softly in his sleep.

Deeia knelt beside him, brushing a few strands of his brown hair from his forehead. His face was peaceful, free of the worries that weighed on her shoulders. She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against his chubby cheek. “Goodnight, little moon,” she whispered. Hale stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Deeia smiled faintly, tucking the blanket around him before slipping out of the room.

As she stepped into the living room, the front door creaked open. Her mother walked in, moving sluggishly, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. She barely made it to the sofa before sinking onto it, sighing deeply.

"Did you eat?" she asked with her eyes closed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Deeia nodded. "Yeah. Caleb made pancakes. Hale wanted them."

Her mother didn’t respond and within minutes, she was asleep, her breathing steady and deep. Deeia hesitated, watching the dark circles under her mother’s eyes, the way her hands remained curled from hours of labor. A tired soldier in an endless battle. She pulled the thin blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over her mother carefully then turned away, heading to her room. The moment she shut the door, she let out a slow breath.

Crossing the room, she reached into her wardrobe, pulling out a small wooden box from the top shelf. Inside, among old letters and dried flowers was a photograph.

Papa.

Dark hair, beautiful eyes and that familiar smile- the same one she saw in the mirror every morning. She ran her fingertips over the faded edges, swallowing the lump in her throat. It had been many forgotten years but the ache never lessened.

I wish you were here..

Her mother worked constantly just to keep them afloat. Deeia picked up weekend shifts at the bookstore for extra money, enough to cover her own needs so she wouldn’t add to the burden and yet, it never felt like enough.

She had thought about quitting university, just leaving it all behind and getting a full-time job instead but ended up arguing with her mama about it, to a point her mama even cried. The painful memory echoed freely in her mind. “It would break your father’s heart if you quit, Dede.”

So she stayed. For him.

Deeia pressed the photo to her chest, eyes closing for a moment.

Outside, the night stretched on, vast and quiet, as if holding space for all the things she could never say.

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darlinandromeda · 4 months ago

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Chapter 2

"To The Moon"

The locker room echoed with the sounds of people laughing and talking, bouncing basketballs and the occasional whoosh of sneakers against the polished floor. Caleb was taking off his shirt after a sweaty practice, trying to ignore the endless teasing from Gideon since he missed out yesterday’s team meeting just to be with Deeia.

"Seriously Cal, what's the deal with you and Deeia?" Gideon asked. "You two practically grew up together yet you still haven’t made a move?"

Caleb shot him a quick glance, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Not everything’s a movie, G."

"Yeah but you're not fooling me," Gideon chuckled, leaning against the locker with a smirk. "Let me guess.. you’ve been in love with her since.. Middle school? High school? No.. maybe even back in diapers!"

Caleb sighed, trying to keep his face neutral. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Yeah, sure you don't," Gideon said sarcastically, nudging Caleb with his elbow. “But seriously, what’s holding you back? Like, she's right there.. next to you! Almost everyday!”

Caleb stared at the floor, trying to keep his emotions in check. His heart was beating loud but he couldn't tell anyone how badly he wanted Deeia. How much he’d always wanted her.

His mind wandered, his gaze unfocusing as memories from many years ago flashed in his head.

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Flashback..

It was a sunny afternoon, the kind that smelled like fresh grass and adventure. 9-year-old Caleb was playing hide and seek with 8-year-old Deeia around the playground area in their hometown when suddenly a huge dog appeared out of nowhere- vicious looking and wild, barking furiously at him with sharp teeth showing. Caleb froze, his heart racing and body trembling. He wanted to cry for help but before he could react, Deeia appeared out of nowhere with a stick in her small hands, her dark hair flying in all directions charging towards the dog. “Get away from him!” she yelled, waving the stick like a warrior in a fairytale.

The dog growled but Deeia didn't back down. She swung the stick, hitting the dog on its side. It yelped and backed off. Deeia tripped and fell hard onto the ground, scraping her knees on the rough pavement. Caleb took some rocks on the ground and threw them at the dog. The dog ran off and Caleb rushed to her side, with tears in his eyes. "Deeia!"

She winced, her knees bleeding but she smiled through the pain, wiped her nose and said "I’m fine. Just a scratch."

"Your knees got ouchie!" Caleb was trying to pull her up but Deeia swatted him away playfully. "I'm okay cause Papa said I'm a brave warrior!"

She jumped up with laughter, brushing the dirt off her clothes when suddenly her mother arrived, her face pale with worry and the first thing she did was scolded Deeia.

"What were you thinking Deeia!? Running towards a wild dog like that?! You could've gotten hurt! Caleb could've gotten hurt! Look at your knees! Goodness! Time to go home, both of you!"

Deeia lowered her head, biting her lip to hold back her tears. Caleb felt his heart twist. They walked home that afternoon and when her mom turned her attention to something else, Deeia sniffled, glancing up at Caleb. "Are you okay Caleby?" she whispered, wiping her eyes. "That meanie dog won't bother us anymore, not when I am around! Don't be scared anymore, okay!?"

He reached for her hand, his small fingers tight around hers. "Thank you. I’m okay now Pip." She smiled softly and held his hand tightly. "Caleby, let’s fly tonight! To the.. umm.. moon, you and me! No more wild dogs, no more angry mama! We can float there, where no one can tell us what to do!"

Caleb giggled, the sound of it pure and carefree but inside, without realizing, his chest and tummy grew many butterflies. He didn't need to go to the moon to know he would follow Deeia anywhere, no matter what.

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"Earth to Caleb! Hello?! Dude!"

Caleb snapped back to reality, blinking as Gideon’s voice broke through his thoughts.

"Dude, you okay?"

Caleb ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the memory. "Yeah.. just thinking.."

Gideon raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess? Dee..ia?"

Caleb didn't answer, his silence saying more than words ever could. "You know what you should do," Gideon said. "Just tell her how you feel. If she's really your best friend, she'll get it and she might feel the same way. If not.. Well, at least you won’t have to wonder anymore."

Caleb's jaw clenched. He knew what he should do but the fear of losing what they had always stopped him.

What if she didn’t feel the same? What if things changed?

"I'm hungry, let's go to the cafe." Caleb sighed as he changed the subject.

"Cal, I'm telling you.. don't wait until it's too late." Gideon shook his head with a smile and pat Caleb on the shoulder, "but hey, it's your life story.."

Caleb smiled faintly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

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'Destiny Cafe' buzzed with chill energy. It had a chic, cozy vibe- exposed brick walls lined with framed art, hanging plants dangling from the ceiling and string lights twinkling above the long wooden counters. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries made the whole place feel warm and inviting, a perfect spot for students and staffs to unwind between classes.

Caleb and Gideon walked in, their voices loud enough to compete with the hum of the crowd. Gideon immediately headed to the counter to order while Caleb's gaze swept the room, not really looking for anything in particular until he spotted her. He smiled.

Deeia..

She was sitting at a small corner table by the window with her back to the wall and her book open in front of her. She seemed too focused on whatever she was writing. A guy sitting across from her had his eyes glued on her, talking animatedly. Caleb felt an immediate, strange hit of jealousy and irritation. Deeia didn't speak much but she smiled politely. Caleb couldn't see her expression clearly from where he stood but her body language told him everything- she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the situation.

Gideon was still talking, "I'm telling you Cal, our team is going to crush it this season, mark my words-" but Caleb wasn't listening. His eyes stayed fixed on Deeia and the guy and his mind racing. The guy reached for his phone, holding it out to Deeia. She glanced at it, her fingers slowly hovering near the screen. Caleb's stomach twisted and he couldn't let this slide.

Before Gideon could say anything else, Caleb shoved his way through the crowd, his heart pounding. "Pipsqueak!" he said, his voice loud but playful as he sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist in a quick, friendly embrace. "Sorry I’m late, Coach made us do push ups!"

Deeia jumped, startled by the sudden hug. She blinked up at him, her face a mix of surprise and confusion. The guy across from her stared at them awkwardly, his hand still holding his phone, unsure what to do. Caleb stared back at him, coldly. Gideon, now by Caleb’s side, eyed the guy and sharply asked "What’s going on here?" The guy stammered, looking from Caleb to Deeia and back again. "Uh, nothing.. Just.. uh… I should go. See you around Deeia!" He stood up quickly, grabbed his bag and ran for the door.

Deeia smiled and waved as Caleb watched the guy disappear before he shifted his gaze to her. Deeia sighed and turned her attention back to her book, ignoring Caleb completely. Her pen scratched across the page, a clear signal that she didn't want to engage. Caleb raised an eyebrow, a little hurt by her coldness.

"Deeia, who was that?"

Deeia didn’t look up. "Are you my dad?"

Gideon smirked, "Ouch"

Caleb shot Gideon a look before turning back to Deeia with a smile, "Deeia is grumpy because she is hungry," he pinched her cheek before he turned towards Gideon again, "Come on G, let’s grab some food. Miss Grumpy, wait for us, okay?" Deeia didn’t respond. She just continued writing, her focus entirely on her book. Caleb sighed.

As they walked, Gideon chuckled and pulled Caleb toward the counter. “Cal, I told you.. don’t wait until it’s too late..”

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Deeia's POV...

Deeia twirled her pen between her fingers, staring at the page in front of her. Words bled into ink, her thoughts spilling in quiet rhythm.

The moon watches in silence,

As the tide pulls away-

Close, yet never touching,

Lost in the space between..

She sighed, tapping the end of her pen against the table. The cafe hummed around her, a comforting blend of voices, clinking cups, and the warm scent of coffee and in front of her, the guy from her art class was still talking. She wasn’t exactly ignoring him- just.. drifting.

He had been polite, mentioning how they shared the same class and asking about her sketches. He spoke easily as if he was used to filling the silences. Deeia simply nodded along and offered the occasional small smile from time to time. It was easier that way. Then he reached for his phone, scrolling before holding it out. "There’s an art exhibit in town this weekend.." he said, leaning slightly forward. Deeia glanced at the screen, hesitating.

Is he inviting me? Or just showing me?

She wasn’t sure, and before she had to figure it out, a sudden warmth wrapped around her waist. The familiar scent of apple cinnamon soap- Caleb. He appeared before she could even react. "Pipsqueak! Sorry I'm late! Coach made us do push ups."

Deeia stiffened, her pulse skipping for half a second before irritation settled in.

Of course. Of course he would do this.

The guy across from her tensed immediately. His fingers, still hovering over his phone, curled slightly before he quickly pulled his hand back. His posture shifted- uncertain, uncomfortable. Deeia didn’t even need to look at Caleb to feel him glaring at the guy. It’s not just the teasing energy he always carried but something more possessive. He stayed, making sure the guy knew he was in Caleb's territory. Yet, she didn't give him the satisfaction. Instead, she turned back to her book, flipping to a fresh page, her grip tightening slightly on her pen. The guy across from her mumbled something before standing abruptly, nearly knocking his chair over in the process. He barely spared her a glance before grabbing his bag and disappearing into the crowd. Deeia smiled and waved.

Well, there goes that conversation.

Caleb finally shifted his gaze towards her. She didn’t look up but she felt his eyes lingering. Sharp like he was trying to gauge her reaction. Deeia kept writing. His fingers tapped absently against the table. A habit of his when he wasn’t sure what to say. Gideon, now grinning beside him, nudged Caleb playfully. They exchanged a few words- Deeia didn’t really care to listen before she heard chairs scraping back. Caleb lingered for a moment longer. Then, finally, he stepped away and only when he was gone did Deeia let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She stared at the words she had written.

She told herself she was annoyed, that he was overbearing but the weight in her chest said something else entirely.

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When Caleb and Gideon returned, they got a tray each in their hands and caleb got pizza slices and sodas enough for the two of them. Deeia hadn’t moved. She was still hunched over her book with her pen gliding across the page in steady strokes, her fingers smudged slightly with ink. A small crease had formed between her brows, her lips pursed in concentration. Caleb smiled softly as he set his tray down. "You know, most people eat in cafes. Not brood over paper like some tortured poets."

Deeia didn’t even look up. "and shall i report you to your coach about eating pizza and soda before game season?"

Gideon let out a laugh, already digging into his sandwich. "Damn.. you walked right into that one, man."

Caleb ignored him, plopping down beside Deeia like a puppy, much too close as always. He leaned in slightly, leaning his head towards her to steal a peek at her notebook. She immediately snapped it shut.

"Nosy," she muttered.

Caleb grinned, "Let me read at least one page.."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t move away, which he took as a small victory. She reached for the drink he brought her, twisting off the cap of her soda with ease. The fizz bubbled up slightly before settling. For a moment, Caleb just watched her. It was something he always noticed- the way she disappeared into her own world when she was writing. It was like nothing else existed. The noise, the people, even him. He drummed his fingers lightly against the table, eyes flickering toward the notebook she had so quickly hidden from him. "So, what tragic masterpiece were you working on this time?"

Deeia took a slow sip of her drink. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

"Yeah. That’s why I asked."

She finally met his gaze, hazelnut eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe one day, when you learn how to behave."

Caleb scoffed. "I've been good to you, okay!"

Gideon, who had been suspiciously quiet, suddenly leaned forward, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "You know, Deeia, Caleb here is very interested in your inner thoughts. Deeply invested, even."

Caleb shot him a glare. "Shut up G-"

Gideon ignored him, his smirk widening. "Maybe he wants to see if you wrote about him. Hmm, love poems, maybe?"

Deeia nervously let a little laugh. "Right.. because I have nothing better to do than write love poems about him."

Caleb leaned back, hand on his chest in mock offense. "Wow.. Am i that meaningless to you!?"

Gideon winked, "Ohh, don’t worry, Cal! I'm sure she secretly wrote something about you in those pages."

Deeia shook her head, "Why are you guys here anyway, seriously.."

But as Caleb watched her, the way she took another sip of her drink, the way she tucked her notebook a little closer, he couldn't help but wonder.

What did she write about?

Do i ever cross your mind the way you're always in mine?

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