Richard flipped through the channels on TV, his nose scrunching up in annoyance on seeing love stories flashing up one after the other.
Why does everyone, suddenly on this day, get all hyped about love? He wondered.
S-sir. Your coffee is ready.
Came his butler's soft voice that internally made Richard feel all kinds of emotions.
Keep it at the table, I'll have it in a while.
He mustered up his cold voice to say.
There in the attic, Carrin pressed the ice-pack to his cheek and the unbearable sting gave him a reminder of the biggest mistake he had ever made.
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February [ManxMan]
Short StoryFeatured on @LY *** It is the month of snow and cakes, cold shoulders and warm hugs, loneliness and blossoming loves. Then what choice is left to a man and his butler as they are forced to get locked up in the house when the weather outside becomes...
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