SΞЯΞИDIPIΓУ - Vacation

Arin tossed and turned in his bed, his face contorted in distress as tears streamed down his cheeks. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his body shivered as if gripped by a terrible nightmare. Suddenly, a desperate cry tore from his throat, "Come back... please don’t go!" The sharpness of his voice sliced through the quiet night, jolting both his mother, Evangeline, and his younger sister, Ira, from their slumber.

Ira, who had been lying next to him, sat up in alarm. Her heart pounded as she reached out, her fingers trembling. "Bhai... bhai, why are you crying? Please, don't cry. What happened?" Her voice wavered, heavy with fear. She watched helplessly as Arin sat upright, his body shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were open yet distant, unfocused as if he were trapped somewhere far beyond her reach.

Hearing the commotion, Evangeline rushed into the room. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her son, his face pale beneath the flush of a raging fever. She knelt by his side, her hands shaking as she wiped the tears from his burning cheeks. "Baby, what happened? You're burning up," she whispered, her voice tight with panic.

"Mom, his body is so hot," Ira cried, her voice cracking. "Please, do something!"

Evangeline's heart twisted in fear. She pressed a kiss to Arin's damp forehead before standing abruptly. "Ira, stay with your bhai. I'm going to call the doctor. Just stay with him, hold his hand, and keep talking to him. Don’t let him feel alone." Her voice trembled with urgency as she hurried down the stairs.

Left in the dimly lit room, Ira clutched Arin's hand tightly, her fingers lacing through his. "Bhai, don’t worry. You’ll be fine soon. Just stop crying, please. I can’t bear to see you like this." Her voice broke, but Arin didn't seem to hear. He shivered, his body racked with tremors, eyes glassy and lost as he muttered, "Come back... please don’t go."

Tears burned in Ira’s eyes. "What are you saying? Please, just open your eyes properly. Look at me, bhai. You’re safe. I’m here."

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Evangeline’s hands trembled as she pressed the phone to her ear, her voice choked with urgency. "Hello, it’s Evangeline. It's an emergency. Please, come to Wind-Rise City as soon as you can. It's Arin—he’s burning up with a high fever, and he’s... he’s not himself. He's crying, mumbling things I don't understand. I don’t know what’s happening."

The doctor's voice came through, calm but firm. "Don’t worry, Eva. I'm coming as quickly as I can, but until then, you need to calm him down. Give him anesthesia—it will help him rest."

Evangeline hesitated, her heart pounding. "But... how? I—"

"You’ve done it before when it was necessary," the doctor insisted gently. "You can do it again. Just be careful. I’ll be there soon."

With a heavy breath, Evangeline nodded, though the doctor couldn’t see it. "Alright. Please, hurry." She ended the call, her hands cold and clammy.

Rushing to her room, she opened a drawer and retrieved the anesthesia. Her fingers trembled around the vial and syringe, but her resolve hardened. She returned to Arin’s side, where Ira sat, her face streaked with silent tears.

"Ira," Evangeline said softly but firmly, "the doctor is on the way, but we need to calm Arin now. I need your help."

Ira looked up, her eyes red and wide. "Anything, Mom. Tell me what to do. I'll do anything for bhai."

Evangeline’s voice wavered slightly. "Hold his hands tightly. I'm going to give him anesthesia to help him sleep. It’s the only way for now."

Ira’s face twisted in confusion and fear. "Anesthesia? Mom... are you sure? Can you... Do it?"

Evangeline took a steadying breath. "I know it’s frightening, but trust me. We have to help him. I won’t let anything happen to him. Please, just believe in me."

Nodding, though fear still shadowed her eyes, Ira moved closer and gently but firmly held Arin’s trembling hands. Her touch was soft, a silent promise that she wouldn’t let go.

With a silent prayer, Evangeline administered the injection, her hands steady despite the storm in her heart. Arin winced slightly, but within moments, his shivering eased, and his breaths slowed as sleep overtook him.

Evangeline cupped her son’s face gently, her heart breaking at the sight. "Rest now, my baby. You’ll be alright soon. I promise."

Ira wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her gaze never leaving her brother’s face. "He’ll be okay, right, Mom?"

Evangeline swallowed, her throat tight. "Yes, darling. He will. He has to be."

But deep inside, fear still clawed at her, refusing to let go until the doctor arrived.

Evangeline: Now, we need to cool down his body. 

They worked together in silent determination, wrapping ice packs gently around Arin's head and layering him with blankets when his body began to shiver uncontrollably. Every moment felt agonizingly slow, each second stretching into an eternity as they waited for the doctor. The room was heavy with worry, Ira's hand never leaving her brother's, and Evangeline's gaze never straying from his fevered face.

At last, the sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through the house. Evangeline sprang to her feet, her heart hammering as she rushed to the door. Standing there was Claire, her face shadowed with concern. She stepped inside quickly, her eyes searching Evangeline’s face for answers.

"Thank you, Claire, for coming here at this hour," Evangeline said breathlessly, relief and desperation mingling in her voice. "Please, come quickly. Arin... he's not well. I think he had a nightmare, but it's more than that."

Claire placed a reassuring hand on Evangeline's arm. "Don't worry, Eva. I'm here now. You can leave it to me."

They hurried up the stairs, their footsteps muffled by the thick tension that filled the house. As they entered the room, Ira's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope upon seeing Claire.

"CeCe, please check bhai," Ira pleaded, her voice thick with fear. "He was crying... over and over. His body is burning, and Mom gave him anesthesia to calm him down. But he's still not okay."

Claire knelt beside Ira, giving her a soft, reassuring look. "Don’t worry, sweetie. I'm here now. Let me take care of him. Stay with your mom, alright? I'll do my best."

Ira hesitated but then nodded, her voice breaking. "Okay, CeCe. Just... please make him better."

Claire offered a gentle smile, though worry lingered in her eyes. She approached the bedside, her heart tightening at the sight of Arin's pale, sweat-damp face. His body lay restless, his breathing shallow, and his skin burning hot beneath the touch of her hand. She knelt, her brow furrowed, and softly placed the back of her hand on his forehead, confirming her deepest concern—the fever was still dangerously high.

Leaning closer, she whispered, "Arin, can you hear me? You're burning up." Her voice was soft, laced with worry and care. She watched as his eyelids fluttered, but he remained lost in a fevered haze.

Reaching for a cold cloth, Claire dabbed gently at his forehead, hoping to soothe his restless state. Her gaze never left his face, her heart silently praying for his strength to hold on. "You're safe, Arin. We're all here. Just rest."

Outside the room, Ira clung to her mother, her voice a whisper, "He’ll be okay, right, Mom?"

Evangeline wrapped her arms around her daughter, her own heart heavy. "Claire will take care of him. He’ll be okay, Ira."

But beneath her calm words, Evangeline's thoughts raced, her fear pressing heavily on her chest as she waited for hope to return.

Claire began her careful work, administering injections to help lower Arin's fever, ease his stress, and allow him to sleep for several hours. Her hands moved with practiced precision, though her heart ached at the sight of the young man so vulnerable. Once she completed her examination, ensuring Arin was stable, she quietly left the room and made her way downstairs.

As Claire entered the living room, Evangeline and Ira rushed toward her, their faces tense with worry.

"Claire, how's Arin? Is he okay?" Evangeline's voice trembled, her eyes wide with concern.

"CeCe, please," Ira added desperately, "how's bhai doing now?"

Claire held up her hands gently, her tone calm and reassuring. "Relax, both of you. He's stable now. I gave him some medication to lower the fever and reduce the stress. He's sleeping, and that's the best thing for him right now."

Relief washed over Evangeline and Ira, their tense shoulders sagging slightly. "That's good to hear," they echoed softly.

Claire offered a small smile. "Ira, why don’t you go stay with Arin? Be there when he wakes up, and check if he needs anything. I’d like to have a private word with Eva."

Ira nodded, but hesitated. "Okay, CeCe. Thank you for helping, bhai. But..." She glanced between Claire and her mother, her voice lowering. "I need to tell you something important about him."

Evangeline stepped closer, her face soft with concern. "What is it, honey? Tell us. Anything that helps us understand."

Ira took a deep breath, her fingers twisting nervously. "It's about his sleep. When we were stuck at home because of the hurricane, Bhai started having trouble sleeping. He told me... he said he sometimes saw illusions. Faces. Even during the day. I thought it was just because he wasn’t resting properly, but later, I realized it was something else. I... I didn’t know how to help him. I started avoiding him, and that was my biggest mistake. But I made it up to him yesterday."

Evangeline’s face crumpled, her heart breaking for both of her children. "Oh, my poor babies. You’ve both been carrying so much. But I’m here now. You don’t have to face this alone anymore."

Claire nodded gently. "Ira, go to your bhai. Be with him. We’re here, and we’ll figure this out together."

Ira nodded and quietly climbed the stairs, her steps slow with emotion. She slipped into Arin’s room, her heart aching at the sight of him lying so still. Sitting beside him, she gently held his hand, her fingers brushing over his knuckles as she fought back tears. The quietness of the room settled around her, and though relief washed over her, sadness lingered.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Evangeline turned to Claire with a heartfelt sigh. "Thank you, Claire, for coming here. I was so shaken seeing Arin like that. I didn’t know what else to do. But then I remembered—you were nearby. I can’t thank you enough."

Claire offered a small, tired smile. "It’s okay, Eva. We’re family. There's no need for thanks. Can I trouble you for some tea, though? The drive wore me out."

Evangeline nodded, her smile soft but grateful. "Of course. Go sit in the garden. It’s peaceful there, it’ll help you relax. I’ll be right out."

Claire headed outside, settling into one of the garden chairs. She gazed around at the lush greenery, the variety of flowers, the fruit-laden trees, and the small bugs humming quietly. Despite the lingering worry, she found solace in the calmness of the garden.

Inside, Evangeline busied herself in the kitchen, preparing tea and some fritters. She wanted the warmth of the food to offer some comfort, a small gesture to ease the night’s stress. Carrying the tray outside, she set it gently on the table. The aroma of the fritters filled the air, drawing a contented sigh from Claire.

"Eva, these smell wonderful," Claire said, taking a bite. "I’ve missed your cooking. These are delicious."

Evangeline chuckled. "Why don’t you come live with us, then?"

Claire paused, smiling faintly. "Eva, how many times have I told you? It’s a bit difficult for me."

Evangeline sighed but nodded. "I know. But Arin and Ira would love it if you did. Still, I won’t pressure you."

Claire looked around the garden, her gaze lingering. "This house is beautiful. Peaceful. It feels like an oasis."

Evangeline’s smile deepened. "It is. Ira wanted a house big enough to have her friends over for girls' nights. And Arin... well, he always wanted the same. So I made sure they got it."

Claire shook her head with admiration. "You’re a wonderful mother, Eva. You’ve given them so much."

Evangeline waved the compliment off, though her eyes softened. "Enough about me. You said you wanted to talk about Arin?"

Claire’s face grew serious. "Yes. Physically, Arin is recovering. But I’m worried about his mental state. The things he muttered, what you told me earlier, and what Ira just shared—concern me. I think whatever happened is haunting him."

Evangeline’s worry deepened. "Isn’t there anything we can do?"

Claire nodded thoughtfully. "I’d like to stay for a week or two. I need to have a few sessions with him to help him stabilize mentally. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Evangeline said without hesitation. "Stay as long as you need."

Claire smiled in gratitude. "Thank you. By the way, where’s the restroom?"

Evangeline pointed. "Behind the living room."

Upstairs, Ira sat quietly, her hand still resting over Arin’s. She watched over him until her eyes grew heavy, and she drifted into sleep beside him. Hours passed in quiet stillness until, finally, Arin stirred. His eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze as he felt the warmth of Ira’s hand and the dampness of her tears.

"Ira..." His voice was hoarse as he gently shook her shoulder. "Ira, wake up. Why are you crying?"

Ira’s eyes opened slowly, her relief flooding over her. "Bhai, you’re awake?"

"Yes, but..." He frowned, concern etching his features. "Why are you crying? What happened?"

Ira wiped her eyes quickly. "It’s nothing, Bhai. Don’t worry about it. How are you feeling?"

Arin sat up slowly, his brow furrowed. "I’m okay, I think. But why are you asking?"

Ira hesitated. "Do you... Do you remember anything from last night?"

Arin blinked, confusion deepening. "No. What happened?"

She shook her head, forcing a small smile. "It’s okay. We’ll talk later. You need more rest."

"I don’t want to rest," he said, glancing towards the window. "It’s almost morning. How can I sleep now?"

"Please," she pleaded softly. "Rest for me, Bhai. You were so sick last night. You were burning with fever and... and you were saying strange things. I was so scared. But Auntie Claire came and helped."

Arin's gaze softened, guilt flashing in his eyes. He reached out, pulling Ira into a tight hug. "Don’t be scared, Ira. I’m okay now. I don’t know why, but I feel... lost. I just need to hold you."

Tears filled Ira’s eyes again as she clung to him. "Hold me for as long as you need. I’m here."

They stayed that way, wrapped in each other’s arms, finding comfort in their shared warmth. Eventually, exhaustion claimed them both, and they drifted into a peaceful sleep on the floor, holding on tightly, as if the world outside couldn’t touch them there.

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Downstairs, Claire and Evangeline exchanged a glance before deciding to check on Arin. They quietly climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to his room, their hearts softening at the sight before them. Arin and Ira lay fast asleep on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, their faces peaceful after a night of turmoil.

Claire whispered, her voice tender, "Look at them... they’re so close."

Evangeline’s eyes shimmered as she gazed at her children. "Ira cares for Arin like a second mother. Sometimes, I feel a twinge of jealousy, seeing how deeply they’re bonded."

Without disturbing them, they gently draped a blanket over the siblings, tucking them in with care. The warmth of their family bond seemed to radiate through the room, a quiet testament to their love and resilience.

Claire smiled softly. "I want to take a picture of them. They look so adorable, holding each other like this."

Evangeline chuckled lightly. "They really are. But let them rest. The past few days have been so hard... they deserve this peace."

They tiptoed out, returning to the living room and settling onto the sofa. A moment of silence passed, heavy with reflection.

Claire sighed, breaking the stillness. "That storm must’ve really shaken them. No wonder Arin had that nightmare. It’s probably all the stress catching up to him."

Evangeline’s shoulders slumped slightly. "I wish I had been there for them. I keep thinking, maybe I could have done something. Do you think Arin will be okay?"

Claire reached out, placing a comforting hand over hers. "He’ll be fine, Eva. Seeing Arin and Ira like that... it brought back memories of my bhai. He would’ve been so happy to see them together."

Evangeline’s eyes glistened. "Hey, no tears. He wasn’t just your brother... he was the love of my life, too. But you’re right, the kids are doing well together. Let’s not dwell on the past. We should eat something. It’s already afternoon. We lost track of time."

Claire laughed softly. "Can we order food instead of cooking? Please?"

Evangeline chuckled. "Of course. But do you think Arin can handle something heavy?"

Claire nodded with assurance. "He’ll be fine now."

Evangeline smiled. "Alright. Let’s order three Indian Gujarati plates, one whole wheat oatmeal, and four buttermilks."

Claire added with a playful grin, "And don’t forget the Gulkand ice cream!"

Evangeline laughed warmly. "I wouldn’t dream of forgetting it. The food will be here in an hour."

They fell into an easy conversation, the comfort of friendship easing the worries of the night. Claire’s expression grew thoughtful. "When I passed by Arin’s room earlier, I peeked in. I can’t believe how much closer Arin and Ira have become. Their bond is special."

Evangeline nodded, her voice tender. "Ira means everything to Arin. After the incident, I thought Arin would never smile again. But Ira... she brought his spark back. She made him whole."

Claire’s eyes shone with warmth. "I’m just happy to be here, to see this."

Evangeline smiled gently. "And I’m happy to have you here."

Claire reached over and squeezed her hand. "I’m always here. Now, let’s go wake up the kids."

But before they could move, soft footsteps padded into the room. Arin and Ira stood there, eyes sleepy but shining, having overheard the tender conversation. Without a word, they crossed the room and wrapped their arms around Evangeline and Claire in a warm, silent embrace.

Arin and Ira murmured together, "We love you both."

For a moment, neither Evangeline nor Claire could speak. Their arms instinctively wrapped around the children, holding them close, tears of joy brimming in their eyes as they shared this intimate moment, bonded in love and quiet understanding.

Arin pulled back slightly, his brow furrowed. "Mom? CeCe? Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong? Ira was crying before she fell asleep... did something happen last night?"

Claire cupped his cheek gently. "No, honey, not at all. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re overthinking. I’ll tell you everything tonight before bed, okay?" She pressed gentle kisses to his cheeks, trying to ease his concern.

Arin squirmed, his cheeks coloring. "Why are you giving me kisses, CeCe? I'm not a kid anymore."

Ira giggled and chimed in playfully, "I want kisses too."

Claire laughed and pulled her close, peppering kisses across her cheeks as well, making Ira squeal with joy.

For a while, the room was filled with soft laughter, a brief respite from the shadows of worry. The family sat together, the warmth of their love forming an invisible bond, protecting them from the world's uncertainties outside.

Evangeline smiled softly. "Alright, that’s enough for today. Arin, Ira, go and freshen up. Don’t you both want to eat something?"

Ira stretched her arms with a yawn. "Yes, I'm starving."

Arin, still looking a bit tired, shook his head lightly. "I won't eat; I'm feeling full. Can I take a bath, Mom, while you all eat lunch? I feel sticky and sweaty."

Evangeline’s eyes softened with concern. "Eat a little bit at least, baby."

Arin offered a small smile. "I'll eat soon, Mom, but I want to take a bath first."

Evangeline nodded, understanding his need to feel refreshed. "Okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and take a bath."

Soon after, Ira settled herself at the dining table, eyes widening as she saw the spread of delicious dishes. Claire joined her, settling into the seat beside her.

Claire glanced around. "So, Ira, where’s Arin?"

Ira chuckled lightly. "Still in the bath. He takes longer than I."

Claire laughed, her eyes warm. "Oh, let's start eating then."

Evangeline chimed in with a playful grin. "Don’t forget me, I'm also here."

Claire waved her hand teasingly. "Yeah, yeah, Eva. Let’s dig in."

They began eating, savoring every bite in a peaceful rhythm. The flavors of the Gujarati meal filled the room with warmth and comfort.

"Mom, it's delicious! When did you make it?" Ira asked between mouthfuls.

Claire chuckled. "Don't ask questions, just focus on eating."

Evangeline smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, eat for now."

Ira paused; her concern was evident. "Did you make something for Bhai too?"

Evangeline's face softened. "No, honey, he's not well enough for this spicy-sour food. There's whole wheat oatmeal in the fridge if he feels hungry."

Ira’s eyes shone with affection. "That's very thoughtful of you, Mom."

Just then, Arin arrived, looking refreshed but still a bit pale. He rubbed a towel through his damp hair, glancing curiously at the food. "Hey, what are you all eating?"

Ira’s grin widened. "A delicious Indian Gujarati meal."

Arin’s brow quirked. "Mom... did you order food?"

Evangeline's laugh was soft. "How did you figure that?"

Arin smiled knowingly. "Because you don’t know how to cook this kind of meal."

Evangeline chuckled. "You're right."

Ira looked surprised. "And here I was thinking that Mom made it all."

Claire gave Arin a playful nod. "Clever and sharp, Arin."

Evangeline’s gaze softened again. "Did you take a proper bath, baby?"

Arin nodded. "Yes, Mom. I'm feeling refreshed now. Can I eat that food too?"

Evangeline's tone was gentle but firm. "No, baby. Not for now. You can have the oatmeal if you're hungry, but not this."

Arin sighed, a trace of disappointment on his face. "It's not fair, Mom. I said I'm feeling alright."

Evangeline reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against his arm. "I know, sweetheart, but it's for your own good."

Arin gave in, though his voice was laced with reluctance. "Okay, Mom, if you say so. But I really wanted to try it."

Ira’s eyes lit up as she leaned closer. "Don’t worry, Bhai. After lunch, we’ll go somewhere, okay?"

Arin tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "Uh, okay... but where?"

Ira grinned, keeping the mystery alive. "Just wait and watch."

Claire joined in, her tone playful. "If you're going for desserts, then I want to come too."

Ira laughed. "No, CeCe, it’s just for me and Bhai. And no, we’re not going for desserts."

Claire pouted dramatically. "That’s not fair."

Evangeline chuckled, watching the playful exchange. "It’s alright, but don’t go too far, okay?"

Ira nodded earnestly. "Yes, Mom. Don’t worry."

They continued their lunch, the room alive with the warmth of shared moments, laughter dancing in the air. Arin, though quieter, listened intently, comforted by the loving chatter that wrapped around him like a soft blanket.

Arin glanced around the table, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. "Okay, since everyone's done eating, can we head out now, Mom?" he asked, his voice edged with eagerness.

Evangeline looked up, her gaze tender but tinged with concern. "Hold on. If you're going far, who's going to drive the car?"

Ira chuckled, shaking her head. "No, Mom, we'll walk. We don't need the car."

Arin grinned, his excitement growing. "That sounds perfect. Let's go for a good walk."

Evangeline's eyes softened, though worry lingered. "It sounds nice, but if anything happens on the way, promise me you'll let me know."

Arin smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Mom. We'll be fine. You just enjoy your time with CeCe."

Claire, half-listening, gave a sleepy smile. "Don't drag me into this. I'm feeling ready for a nap."

Ira laughed, playfully nudging her. "Such a drama queen, CeCe."

With that, Arin and Ira dashed out the door, laughter trailing behind them like sunlight. The thrill of freedom made their steps light.

"Okay, first the cake... then the swings. This is going to be the best day ever!" Ira beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Arin chuckled, his heart warmed by her joy. "You always know how to make things fun, little sis. Let’s go!"

The siblings shared a glance, a silent promise of adventure, and made their way down the stairs, their energy buzzing between them. Their first stop was the little bakery, famous for its pineapple cake. The warm, sweet aroma greeted them, wrapping them in a cozy embrace. They chose the biggest, juiciest slice, their eyes widening in delight.

Cake in hand, they headed to the nearby park, the afternoon sun casting a golden haze over the world. A gentle breeze played with their hair as they found a shady spot beneath a sprawling tree. Sitting close, they savored each bite of the cake, laughter bubbling up with every sweet mouthful. Stories and jokes flowed easily, the bond between them growing stronger with every shared giggle.

When the last crumb had been enjoyed, they raced to the swings, the joy of childhood taking over. They took turns pushing each other higher and higher, their laughter ringing out, blending with the rustling leaves. For a moment, the world was nothing but sky and breeze, laughter and sunlight.

As the sun began its descent, painting the park in hues of amber and rose, they knew it was time to head home. Carefully, they wrapped a fresh slice of pineapple cake, a thoughtful gift for their mom and Aunt Claire. They wanted to share a piece of their joy, knowing it would bring smiles.

Walking back, the siblings shared a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes from deep contentment. Their hearts were light, their bond strengthened by the simple adventure. They looked forward to seeing the happiness on their family's faces and recounting the day that had been, indeed, one of the best ever.

As they arrived back home and opened the door, they were greeted by Claire, standing there with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. Without hesitation, she pulled them into a tight hug, her embrace radiating love and comfort. Arin and Ira couldn’t help but smile, their cheeks glowing with the warmth of being welcomed home.

"So, how are both of you feeling now after getting some fresh air?" Claire asked, her voice gentle and curious.

"We're feeling energetic now!" they chimed in unison, their spirits visibly lifted. Arin added with a grin, "We brought a cake for you and Mom."

Claire’s eyes twinkled with appreciation. "How thoughtful!" 

"Where's Mom?" Arin asked, glancing around.

"She's doing the evening prayer," Claire replied, her tone serene.

"Oh, okay. Let's wait for her, then," Arin said, nodding in understanding.

Claire offered a warm smile. "Well, dinner's ready. Would you like to dig in now, or wait a little?"

Ira's eyes brightened with an idea. "Uhm... could we eat dinner in the garden today? Please?"

Arin’s face lit up in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea."

Claire chuckled softly, her heart warmed by their excitement. "Of course, my sweetie! I think it’s a lovely idea. Let's get everything ready outside."

Together, they prepared the garden, setting the table with care, arranging plates and glasses, and adding a few candles for a gentle glow. The peacefulness of the outdoors wrapped around them like a comforting blanket as they waited for Evangeline.

When Evangeline finally arrived, she paused, her brow furrowed slightly in surprise as she took in the charming outdoor setup. "What inspired you to eat outside tonight, under the sky?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

Claire smiled warmly, gesturing toward Ira. "It’s all Ira’s idea. She wanted to enjoy dinner under the stars, surrounded by the fragrance. And, well, Arin and I loved the idea, so here we are!"

Evangeline’s face softened, her eyes fond. "I see! It’s such a sweet idea, Ira. I like it too. Maybe we should do this more often, don’t you think?"

Ira's shy smile spoke volumes, her happiness glowing quietly. The sight melted everyone's hearts.

As night settled in, they gathered around the table. The garden lights cast a soft, golden glow over their faces, adding an ethereal touch to the moment. The meal began with gentle conversation, soft voices blending with the whispers of the night breeze. Soon, laughter bubbled forth as Arin and Ira shared stories from their adventure—tales of the delicious cake, the joy of the fresh air, and the silly moment when they almost got lost in a fit of giggles trying to recall which street led to the bakery.

Each shared memory brightened the evening, their bonds growing deeper under the canopy of stars. Between bites of food and sips of cool water, they joked and teased, their laughter mixing harmoniously with the gentle rustling of leaves overhead.

At one tender moment, Claire reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Ira’s face, her touch light and filled with motherly affection. "Ira, you really have the most wonderful ideas, my dear. Look at us all—so happy, so at peace."

Arin grinned. "Yeah, who knew Ira was secretly a master planner? Next time, she’ll probably have us camping out here."

Ira giggled, her eyes shining with mischief. "Maybe… who knows?"

Evangeline looked around, her gaze soft with contentment. "This is perfect. Just us, under the stars, with the flowers around us. It feels... serene."

The night continued with laughter and joy, each moment weaving itself into a cherished memory, made sweeter by the love they shared and the simple beauty of togetherness under the open sky.

After their delightful dinner, Evangeline returned to the garden, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She carried a tray of delicate bowls filled with rich, aromatic Gulkand ice cream. The moonlight cast a soft glow over her, illuminating her with a serene grace. The air, already sweet with the fragrance of blooming flowers, grew richer as the scent of rose and gulkand mingled in the night.

"Here we go—Gulkand ice cream for all of us," Evangeline announced, her voice warm and loving. "I meant to serve this earlier in the day, but better late than never, right?"

Arin’s eyes lit up, his excitement contagious. "Oh, yes! I want two ice creams, please!"

Claire and Ira chimed in with playful grins, "We want two too! Two ice creams for us!"

Evangeline chuckled, her laughter soft and full of affection. "Alright, alright—two scoops each! But be careful, I don't want any of you catching a cold, okay?"

In perfect unison, Claire, Arin, and Ira responded with a playful salute. "Okay, ma'am!"

The evening air was cool, but it was warmed by the love that wrapped around them like a soft embrace. The gentle clinking of spoons and their laughter filled the garden as they savored each bite of the luscious ice cream.

Ira sighed contentedly, her voice dreamy. "I love this so much. It tastes like... like a memory of something beautiful."

Claire glanced at Evangeline with a fond smile. "It's one of your mom's specialties, you know. She always knows how to make things a little extra special."

Evangeline's heart swelled, her eyes shining with quiet joy. Watching her family, she felt a deep, resonant peace. Moments like this were timeless, woven into the fabric of their lives. Above them, the stars twinkled, as if sharing in their joy.

As the ice cream bowls emptied and the night deepened, their conversation grew softer, slower, and edged with nostalgia. They shared memories of childhood adventures, quiet moments, and dreams of what tomorrow might bring.

Arin broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. "You know, this feels like one of those moments that stays with you forever, like a perfect memory. I almost don’t want this night to end."

Ira, her gaze fixed on the sky, whispered, "It doesn’t have to end. We could stay here all night... just watching the stars."

Evangeline smiled, her heart brimming with love. "Maybe that’s not such a bad idea. We can make some tea and bring out blankets... it would be like an impromptu camping night."

Claire's eyes sparkled. "Yes, under the stars, like Ira wanted. We’re already halfway there."

Their decision needed no words. In silent agreement, they brought out cozy blankets and steaming cups of tea. The garden lights were dimmed, leaving only the moon and stars to cast their silvery glow. Wrapped in warmth and comfort, they lay on the blankets, shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the vast, starlit sky.

Suddenly, Ira gasped in delight. "Look, a shooting star!"

Arin's voice was soft, almost reverent. "Make a wish, Ira."

Ira closed her eyes, a secret smile curving her lips as she made her wish, her heart whispering hopes into the universe. Silence fell, the kind born of comfort and connection, as they each slipped into quiet reflection, lost in the stillness of the night.

Time seemed to slow, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Claire's breathing deepened first, gentle and steady, signaling her surrender to sleep. Ira soon followed, curled up close to Arin, her head resting against his shoulder. Evangeline stayed awake a little longer, sipping her tea, her gaze tender as she watched over her family. The love she felt was deep and immeasurable, filling every corner of her heart.

The stars blinked overhead, casting their ancient light over the sleeping group. The night grew deeper and quieter as the garden transformed into a haven of peace. Eventually, even Evangeline succumbed to sleep, her heart content.

And in that garden, under the watchful eyes of the stars, they found a perfect moment of togetherness—a memory that would linger like the fragrance of roses, forever imprinted in their hearts.

As dawn slowly crept over the horizon, the first rays of sunlight began to peek through the trees, casting a golden glow over the garden. The air was cool, but the warmth of the morning sun brought a sense of renewal. 

Arin stirred first, blinking sleepily as he saw the pale light of the new day. He looked over at his family, all still curled up in their blankets, and smiled to himself. The memory of the night before lingered in his heart like a gentle whisper of happiness.

Arin: Yeah... this was perfect. 

The sun finally broke through, illuminating the garden in soft hues of orange and pink, marking the beginning of a new day, but the night's warmth lingered in their hearts, a perfect memory etched forever.

As they began to stir and stretch, waking up to the peaceful morning, Evangeline sat up and looked around at the sleepy smiles on their faces.

Evangeline: Well, good morning, my loves. It seems the stars watched over us last night. 

Ira: It was like a dream. 

Claire: A dream we can keep reliving. 

They gathered themselves, slowly moving back to the house, carrying the blankets and the memory of a night spent under the stars, a night filled with love, laughter, and the promise of more perfect evenings to come. 

As the evening sun cast long shadows across the living room, Claire sat with Arin, her notebook open and pen poised, ready to begin their session. The air held a calm focus, yet an unspoken bittersweetness lingered between them. In the quiet background, the faint rustling of pages echoed through the hallway, a testament to Ira's diligence. She had already retreated to her studies, determined to prepare for her final exams, which were only a month away. Her textbooks were stacked neatly, her planner meticulously spread out in front of her, each page filled with notes, reminders, and carefully outlined revision schedules.

Meanwhile, Arin, having completed his session with Claire, stepped out of the room. Claire watched him with quiet affection, her gaze following him as he walked into the living room where Evangeline sat, peacefully flipping through a magazine. The atmosphere was light, yet beneath it lay an undercurrent of concern and love that wove through their interactions.

From the hallway, Ira’s presence was felt rather than seen, her dedication evident in the gentle sounds of study. She had been unwavering in her efforts, pouring her energy into her exams. It was clear she wanted to succeed—not just for herself, but for her brother and for the family that had come together so beautifully in recent times. Arin, thinking of her resolve, smiled, pride welling up in his chest.

Claire gently placed her notebook aside and turned to Arin with a warm yet firm tone. "Arin, go to your room and rest for now. I want to have a word with Eva."

Arin, ever obedient to Claire’s nurturing presence, nodded. "Okay, CeCe. I'll go read some books."

With that, he walked off toward his room, leaving Claire and Evangeline alone in the living room. They settled comfortably on the couch, the ease of their bond evident in the way they sat together, as if no distance could ever truly separate them.

Evangeline glanced at Claire with quiet curiosity. "How was the session with Arin?" she asked, her voice lined with concern.

Claire smiled reassuringly. "The session went well. He progressed in just one session, which is a great sign. For now, I don’t think we need to schedule more sessions."

Evangeline, though relieved, still felt the weight of her worries. "Are you sure he's doing okay?" she pressed, her maternal instincts refusing to let go of her concern.

Claire reached over and placed a comforting hand on Eva’s. "Yes, Eva, I’m sure. And if anything happens, I’ll be here in an instant. Don’t worry about Arin or Ira—they’re just as much my children as they are yours."

Evangeline sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know, Claire. I just can’t help but worry about Arin’s mental health."

Claire squeezed her hand gently. "I understand. But don’t forget—they have the best care possible. After all, they’re the niece and nephew of Aurembra’s top doctor. I won’t let anything happen to them."

Evangeline exhaled deeply, a small smile playing on her lips. "You’re right. Thank you for being here, Claire."

Claire leaned back, her expression turning serious. "There’s something else I need to ask of you."

Evangeline perked up. "Anything. Whether it’s cooking something elaborate or getting into some mischievous trouble, I’m up for it."

Claire chuckled softly before her expression grew serious once more. "It’s about Arin and Ira. I want you to start telling them about their past, step by step. I have a feeling that very soon, Arin will start regaining his memories. If that happens suddenly, he could be overwhelmed. It would be better if he heard it from you before it’s too late."

Evangeline's smile faded as understanding dawned. "I get it. I don’t want him to suffer through that kind of shock either. I’ll start telling them—gently, piece by piece."

Claire nodded approvingly. "Good. That’s the best way to handle it."

Evangeline hesitated for a moment, sensing something unspoken lingering between them. "Is there something else?"

Claire inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. "Yes. Eva, I’m going back to my town in two days."

Evangeline’s expression shifted to one of surprise and concern. "What? Why so suddenly?"

Claire offered a small, bittersweet smile. "Nothing’s wrong, I promise. But I have my own clinic to run. I can’t leave my patients for too long."

Evangeline frowned, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. "I understand. But it would be so much better if you lived with us. You could work from here."

Claire reached over and patted her hand. "I know how you feel, but this is just for now. I promise."

Evangeline’s lips quirked into a mischievous grin. "What if I buy you an entire hospital just so you don’t have to leave us?"

Claire burst into laughter. "Hey, hey, calm down! I’m not going too far, and like I said, it’s just for now. Now behave yourself. Besides... our little spies are peeking at us." She subtly gestured towards the doorway where Arin and Ira stood, peeking in with wide, guilty eyes.

Evangeline smirked. "Arin, Ira, come here."

Slowly, they stepped into the room, guilt evident on their faces. "We’re sorry, Mom, for peeking... but—"

Evangeline raised an eyebrow. "No buts. It’s not polite to eavesdrop."

Arin lowered his head. "Sorry, Mom. We won’t do it again."

Claire, ever the gentle soul, intervened. "Eva, don’t be too hard on them. My darlings, I was just telling your mother that I’m going back to my town in two days."

Ira’s eyes widened. "But why? Aren’t you happy with us?"

Claire smiled tenderly. "It’s not that, sweetie. I love being here with you all. But I’m a doctor—I can’t leave my clinic and my patients for too long."

Arin, always the rational one, nodded. "CeCe is right, Ira. She has to go."

Ira’s lips pressed into a thin line before she sighed. "Okay... but promise me you’ll come back after my exams. And we’ll go on a vacation together."

Claire’s heart melted at the plea. "I promise, my dear. Once your exams are over, we’ll plan a vacation."

A moment of silence filled the room, the weight of her words settling in. Arin, though sad, understood. Claire had done so much for him, for all of them. She deserved time for herself, too. "I understand, CeCe. You’ve done more for us than we could ever ask. You deserve time for yourself. But I’ll hold you to that promise—once Ira’s exams are over, we’re going on that vacation."

Evangeline smiled warmly. "We’ll be waiting for you, Claire. And that vacation will be the perfect way to mark a new beginning for all of us."

Ira sniffled but smiled. "Just make sure you come back, okay? We can’t go without you."

Claire pulled them both into a hug. "I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, focus on your studies, and I’ll be back before you know it."

As the night deepened, they spoke of future adventures—beaches, mountains, cozy cabins. The air was filled with warmth and the promise of happier days ahead. Arin looked at the three most important women in his life and felt truly blessed.

Two days later, Claire returned to her hometown, and life resumed. Arin went back to the office, Ira dove into her studies, and Evangeline returned to work. But the promise of that vacation and the love that held them together remained unwavering. Arin entered his cabin and noticed a pile of pending tasks awaiting his attention. Determined to tackle the backlog as quickly as possible, he began organizing his work. An hour later, as instructed, he headed to the manager's office for a meeting. 

Arin entered Myra's cabin, his mind still juggling the backlog of work he had just begun tackling. As he stepped inside, the faint scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, making the room feel inviting despite his anxiety. The soft rustling of papers and the occasional scribble of a pen filled the space, grounding him in the familiar rhythm of office life.

"Hello, Miss Myra. How are you? Do you need something?" Arin asked, his voice polite yet carrying a hint of fatigue.

Myra, who was reviewing some documents, looked up with a soft smile. Concern flickered in her eyes as she studied him. She had noticed his absence and knew that coming back to work after time off could feel overwhelming.

"Hey there, Arin. How are you feeling now? You don’t look as rested as you should be," she observed gently.

Arin paused, the weight of the past days pressing on his shoulders. He wasn’t one to admit exhaustion easily, but it was evident in the dark circles under his eyes. He forced a small smile. "I’m... as well as I can be, I suppose. I'm sorry for delaying everything. I promise, all the pending work will be done before lunch."

Myra studied him carefully, noticing the subtle tension in his posture. Her voice softened further. "It’s good to see you back, but don’t push yourself too hard, Arin. I understand there's a lot on your plate, but there's no need to rush. Just focus on doing it right."

Arin appreciated her words, though he couldn’t help but feel the pressure mounting again. He nodded, his faint smile more sincere this time. "Thank you, Miss Myra. I’ll take care of it. I’ll make sure everything is done properly."

With that, he turned to leave. As he walked back to his cabin, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of wanting to prove himself, to make up for lost time. He dove into his work with laser focus, determined to get through the mountain of tasks in front of him.

After a couple of hours, Arin had nearly completed the bulk of his tasks, but the mental and physical toll was catching up with him. His head throbbed slightly, and his eyes felt heavy from staring at the screen for so long. Deciding he needed a break, he grabbed his lunch and headed to the nearby park, hoping the fresh air would help clear his mind.

As he settled on a bench, the cool breeze brushed against his skin, offering a fleeting sense of peace. He let out a deep breath and opened his lunchbox, getting lost in his thoughts. Just then, he felt a presence behind him, light footsteps approaching deliberately. A pair of hands suddenly covered his eyes.

"Um, if I'm correct, then these soft and squishy hands belong to Anya," Arin said with a knowing smirk.

A playful huff followed. "How’d you figure?" Anya asked, amusement lacing her voice.

"Because of your fragrance and the sound of your footsteps," Arin replied, tilting his head slightly.

Anya crossed her arms and feigned indifference. "Impressive. But I’m still mad at you. I just wanted to confirm whether you’re alive or not. Now that I have, I’m going to eat my lunch with someone else."

Arin frowned, sensing a hint of truth behind her teasing. "But why? Did I do something wrong?"

Anya pouted dramatically. "Yes, you did."

Arin’s expression fell. His voice, usually lighthearted, was now quiet and vulnerable. "Are you also going to abandon me like others have? I’m sorry if I really did something wrong. But before leaving me, at least tell me—what did I do?"

Anya’s teasing demeanor instantly vanished. Seeing the look in his eyes, her heart clenched. "Hey... don’t talk like that. I was just teasing you. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I’m sorry."

Arin exhaled, relieved but still shaken. "Just... don’t do that again."

Anya sighed and sat beside him, nudging his shoulder. "I didn’t know that behind all your craziness, there was a crybaby. I was just worried about you. After the storm, you disappeared—no calls, no messages! Do you know how many times I called you? How many texts did I send? I was so worried! If I knew your address, I would’ve come to find you. Now, tell me—where were you?"

Arin hesitated before answering, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I was having trouble sleeping, and the storm triggered a nightmare that made me sick. My CeCe came in the middle of the night to help me. My mom and sister were terrified when they saw me like that. I... I can’t even describe it."

Without thinking, Anya stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. "I’m sorry, Arin... I didn’t know everything that happened. Are you really okay now?"

Caught off guard, Arin stiffened at first, but slowly, he relaxed into the hug. "Yeah. It’s okay. I’m fine now. It’s in the past."

Anya pulled back slightly but kept her hands on his shoulders. "But I’m still mad at you, you know."

Arin blinked. "Why? What did I do now?"

She huffed. "You started eating alone! How could you forget that this is our spot? We share our lunch and our memories here! Did you forget about me already?"

Arin’s lips twitched into a small smile. "I was just... exhausted from all the work, and I didn’t think about it. Honestly, I’m not used to having people around like this. I’ve always been used to being alone."

Anya’s gaze softened. "Stop, Arin. You’re not alone anymore. And don’t you dare think that again." She stepped closer, her eyes serious now. "You have me. And I’m not going anywhere, okay?"

A warmth spread in his chest at her words. He nodded. "Thanks for saying that. I’m looking forward to our friendship."

"Good," she said with a grin. "Now, let’s eat together before I get even more mad at you! What did you bring for lunch?"

Arin groaned. "My aunt told me I shouldn't eat heavy stuff for another week, so I just brought some cereal and oats. It’s so boring, but I’ve got to stick with it."

Anya wrinkled her nose. "Here, try these chips and brinjal fritters. Don’t worry, they’re air-fried. Go ahead, take some!"

Arin’s face lit up. "Well, alright then. Thanks for bringing something that makes me feel less restricted for once!"

Anya beamed. "It’s my pleasure. Anything to make you feel better."

Arin hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Hey, I want to ask you something. Can I?"

Anya smirked. "What’s on your mind? Go ahead, my dumbo friend."

"My family is planning a vacation after Ira's final exams. I was wondering if you and your family would like to tag along."

Anya’s eyes widened. "Oh? That sounds fun! I’ll apply for leave, but I need to talk to my mom first. I’ll text you after I ask her, okay?"

Arin grinned. "Sounds like a plan. I’ll wait for your message. I hope it’ll be a yes!"

Later that same evening...

Arin’s phone buzzed, breaking the comfortable silence in his room. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Anya:

"Hey! I talked to my mom, and guess what? She said yes! So, we’re all in for the vacation! I’m so excited!"

Arin couldn’t help but smile as he read her text. He leaned back in his chair, a sense of relief washing over him. "That’s perfect," he murmured to himself. "It'll be an amazing vacation."

As the days passed, Ira and Kian immersed themselves completely in their studies. Their focus was unwavering, their discipline admirable. Late nights of revision, early morning practice tests—it was as if time had blurred, moving so fast they barely realized when their exams had come to an end.

A week later, the results were finally posted on the school board. Excitement mixed with anxiety as Arin and Anya accompanied Ira and Kian to check their scores. The school corridors buzzed with students rushing toward the board, their chatter filling the air with nervous energy.

Kian fidgeted beside Ira. "I’m really worried that I’ll end up in last place again."

Ira rolled her eyes and nudged him lightly. "Don’t think like that, Kian! We worked hard, and I know for a fact that you didn’t get last place this time. Those days are behind us. You’re my friend, and none of my friends have ever had low grades. Just believe in yourself!"

Kian gave her a skeptical look. "How many friends do you have, anyway?"

Ira grinned. "Well, there’s you! You’re my friend, right?"

Kian chuckled. "Yeah, I am. Let’s see what’s on our plate."

Just then, Anya's face lit up with excitement as she spotted their names on the board. "Hey! I see your name, Kian!"

Kian’s eyes widened. "Oh, where? Where do I stand?"

Anya beamed. "I’m so happy to tell you both that you’re in the top three positions!"

Kian's jaw nearly dropped. "Did you hear that, Ira? We did it! Our hard work paid off!"

Ira clapped her hands, eyes shining. "Exactly! I told you, none of my friends ever get low grades!"

Arin stepped forward, grinning with pride. "Kian ranked third in the class, and Ira ranked first!"

Kian and Ira cheered, hugging each other in excitement. Just then, a familiar voice behind them made them turn.

"Congratulations, both of you, our star performers."

They turned to see Principal Coco smiling at them.

"Thank you, Ms. Coco!" Kian and Ira said in unison.

Principal Coco nodded approvingly. Seeing you two reminds me of Arin, who consistently ranked first every semester. His final exam scores remain unbeaten to this day."

Arin laughed sheepishly. "You're exaggerating, Ms. Coco. I'm not that much of a legend."

Anya smirked. "I’m sure you were."

Ira grinned mischievously. "Yes, my brother is always so smart, but sometimes I outsmart him."

Principal Coco chuckled. "That’s because both of you share the same genes and mental capabilities. Well, enjoy your vacation, children."

Arin smiled at the two achievers. "Now, you two know what this means, right? It’s time for a well-earned vacation!"

Kian and Ira cheered in unison. "Yes, it’s vacation time!"

Anya grinned. "I’m so excited! Finally, I get to spend some time with all of you, especially you, Arin."

Arin raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what did you just say?"

Anya’s face turned red. "Ahh! It’s nothing. Let’s go home and prepare everything!"

Arin chuckled. "Alright, alright. Let’s go home and start packing. We leave in just two days!"

As Arin and Ira arrived home, excitement buzzing in their veins, they heard a familiar voice from the hallway.

Curious, Arin peeked in, and his heart swelled with joy. "CeCe!" he shouted, rushing towards her and hugging her from behind. "I missed you so much! When did you get here?"

Claire laughed, turning to embrace him fully. "I missed you, too, my little baby. I just arrived twenty minutes ago."

"CeCe!" Ira exclaimed, running to join the hug. "I missed you, too!"

Claire hugged her tightly. "I missed you both so much."

Evangeline smiled warmly. "And we missed you, Claire."

Claire held their hands affectionately. "By the way, where were you two?"

Arin grinned proudly. "Oh yeah, we were at Ira's school to check her final results. And guess what, CeCe? Mom, Ira got first place in her class!"

Claire’s eyes widened in delight. "Oh my goodness, Ira! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!"

Ira beamed. "Thank you, CeCe!"

Evangeline joined in. "She worked so hard for it. We’re all so proud of her."

Claire smiled. "This calls for a celebration. How about I cook dinner for everyone tonight?"

Arin and Ira exchanged a quick glance, shaking their heads with a playful grin.

"Nah, we're good, CeCe," they chimed in unison, making Claire chuckle at their usual sibling synchronization.

Evangeline, always one to make family moments special, smiled warmly. "How about we go somewhere nice to celebrate?" she suggested, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"That sounds great. I'm in," Claire agreed instantly, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

"We are too!" Arin and Ira exclaimed, their enthusiasm matching Claire’s.

Just then, an idea sparked in Ira’s mind. She turned to her mother with hopeful eyes. "Mom, CeCe, can we invite Anya Di and her family too? I think it would be great for both of our families to meet before going on vacation."

Evangeline nodded without hesitation. "Of course, sweetie. That’s a lovely idea."

Claire leaned back, folding her arms. "I have no objections—just make sure there’s delicious food!" she teased, making them all laugh.

Arin smirked, already pulling out his phone. "Alright then, I’ll ask Anya if she’s okay with it."

He tapped her number, and the phone rang a couple of times before Anya’s voice came through, cheerful as always. "Hey, Arin, what's up? You call me right after getting home, huh? Are you missing me that much?" she teased, her tone laced with amusement.

Arin rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall. "It’s not like that, Anya. I just wanted to ask you something, that’s all."

She giggled. "Oh? Alright, go ahead and ask me anything, my crybaby."

Arin groaned instantly. "Don’t call me that!" he protested.

Anya laughed but let it slide. "Fine, fine. What do you want to ask?"

Clearing his throat, Arin got back on track. "We’re celebrating Ira and Kian’s final exam results tonight at a nice restaurant. Would you like to join us?"

Anya sounded delighted. "That sounds great! I don’t have any objections. Let’s do it tonight. I’ll just tell my mom that Kian and I will eat outside."

Arin quickly interrupted. "No need for that—just bring her with you. It’s a family celebration, after all."

There was a pause, followed by a surprised hum. "Oh… I thought it was just us." She let out a soft laugh. "Okay then, we’ll be there on time. Just send me the address."

"Already sent it," Arin replied with a grin. "See you this evening."

"Yeah. See you," Anya said before hanging up.

The moment the call ended, Claire and Ira burst out laughing.

"Ohhh, crybaby," they teased in unison.

Arin blinked, confused. "Wait… what? How do you know about that?"

Evangeline chuckled knowingly. "Since when did both of you get so close, baby?"

Ira smirked, crossing her arms. "You forgot to turn off your speaker, crybaby."

Arin’s eyes widened in horror as he realized his mistake. "You guys heard all of that?!" he groaned, covering his face.

Claire leaned forward, pretending to look offended. "You’re dating a girl and didn’t even bother to tell me first? How rude of you!"

Arin threw his hands up. "What?! No! Mom, Ira, CeCe—it’s not like that! We’re just good friends!"

Evangeline smiled softly, watching her son squirm. "I trust you, baby… but ‘crybaby’ is a bit much, don’t you think?"

Arin sighed in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Mom," he muttered, shaking his head as the teasing continued.

With the excitement of the evening ahead, they all started getting ready, laughter still lingering in the air.

The warm glow of the restaurant’s chandeliers cast a golden hue over the elegantly set tables as the families arrived, greeted with courteous smiles from the staff. The gentle hum of soft music filled the air, setting a perfect atmosphere for the evening.

Arin’s family settled in, and shortly after, Anya and her family stepped through the doors. Anya’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the familiar faces. She had known Claire for years—after all, Claire had been her family doctor. But for the sake of the evening’s playful charade, she decided to pretend as if they were meeting for the first time.

Claire, ever the dramatic one, put on her most welcoming smile. "It’s so nice to meet you all! We’ve heard a lot about you from Arin," she said, playing along effortlessly.

Ophelia responded with equal enthusiasm, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "The pleasure is all ours. We’ve heard so much about your family, too, especially about Ira and her amazing school results."

Anya turned to Ira, her grin widening. "Yes! Ira’s the star of the night!" she declared, giving her a lighthearted nudge.

Evangeline, touched by their words, nodded graciously. "Oh, thank you! And I must say, we’ve heard just as much about your lovely family as well."

The exchange of knowing glances between the adults did not go unnoticed. They all understood the truth—this was not a first meeting. They had known each other for years, bound by old memories and friendships. But for the sake of their children, they chose to indulge in the moment, keeping the charade alive.

As dinner commenced, the air buzzed with lively conversations and bursts of laughter. The clinking of glasses punctuated heartfelt toasts, and the aroma of delicious food heightened the evening’s warmth. The parents reminisced about old times, carefully dropping hints about their long-standing bond, though the younger ones were too wrapped up in their celebration to catch on.

Arin leaned slightly toward Anya, a small smile playing on his lips. "I’m really glad you and your family could come. It feels nice, celebrating together like this."

Anya, her gaze softening, nodded. "I wouldn’t have missed it for the world," she admitted, then added in a whisper, almost to herself, "Especially not if it meant seeing you this happy."

Arin raised an eyebrow. "Did you say something?"

Anya quickly shook her head, grinning. "Nothing! Just saying—let’s enjoy the night to the fullest."

Arin chuckled, raising his glass slightly. "Agreed."

The evening carried on with joy, shared stories, and endless teasing. As the clock neared 11 p.m., the night gradually began to wind down. The warmth of the gathering lingered as heartfelt goodbyes were exchanged.

Anya turned to Arin, her voice softer now. "Tonight was amazing. Thanks for making this happen."

Arin met her gaze, sincerity shining in his eyes. "I’m just glad you came. It wouldn’t have been the same without you."

The moment lingered between them, unspoken emotions swirling in the silence before they parted ways for the night.

The Night Before the Trip – Anya’s Home

Excitement buzzed in the air as Kian paced around the living room, unable to contain his energy. "I’m so pumped for this trip! And it’s all thanks to Ira—I wouldn’t have gotten such good grades without her help."

Anya, lounging on the couch, chuckled at his enthusiasm. "I’m excited too, Ki. It’s been a while since we all went somewhere together." She turned to their mother, her eyes twinkling. "Mom, are you as excited as we are?"

Ophelia sighed, stretching her arms as if she could already feel the relaxation of the vacation washing over her. "Oh, you have no idea. It’s been forever since I had any kind of break. This trip is exactly what I need to recharge." Then, her expression turned serious. "Did you two pack your bags properly?"

Anya and Kian responded in unison. "Yes, we did. Everything’s ready, don’t worry!"

Ophelia smiled approvingly. "That’s good to hear. Kian, after dinner, go straight to bed, okay? You know how grumpy you get when you don’t sleep enough. We have to be up early, and I don’t want to deal with your sleep-deprived tantrums."

Kian groaned dramatically but nodded. "Alright, alright! I want to be well-rested for the adventure anyway."

As Ophelia turned to Anya, her tone softened. "And Anya, would you come to my room later? I want to talk to you about something."

Anya blinked in curiosity. "Sure, Mom. But we talk every day—what’s so special about tonight?"

Ophelia gave her a small, knowing smile. "I’ll tell you when you come."

Later that evening, after dinner, Kian let out a loud yawn, rubbing his eyes. "Good night, Mom, Di," he mumbled sleepily.

Ophelia and Anya smiled. "Good night, Ki! Sleep tight," they said in unison.

As Ophelia made her way to her room, Anya stayed behind, washing the last of the dishes. Once she was done, she wiped her hands and made her way to her mother’s room, curiosity tugging at her thoughts.

She knocked gently before stepping inside. "Mom? You wanted to talk?"

Ophelia looked up from where she sat, patting the space beside her. "Yes, come sit with me."

Anya settled in, sensing the shift in her mother’s tone. "Mom… if this is about Arin, I already know what happened last month. He told me everything—about what’s been weighing on his heart."

Ophelia exhaled slowly, nodding. "So, you know. But did he tell you about his dream?"

Anya frowned slightly. "He mentioned having a nightmare, but didn’t tell me the details. Do you know what it was about?"

Ophelia’s eyes darkened slightly. "Evangeline told me… Arin had a terrible dream about that picnic. You remember the incident." She sighed. "Claire has been helping him with therapy sessions to ease his mind, but it’s still haunting him."

Anya’s expression fell. "After all these years, he’s still suffering?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "How is that even possible?"

Ophelia reached for her daughter’s hand, squeezing it gently. "Some wounds never fully heal, sweetheart. Evangeline said the nightmare shook him to his core. That night… he relived it in a way that broke him all over again." 

Anya swallowed the lump forming in her throat, her heart aching for him. 

Ophelia’s voice softened even further. "That’s why I wanted to talk to you. We know how close you two are—you’ve been best friends since school. And after that incident, life pulled you both in different directions. But we also know you have feelings for him, dear." She looked at Anya knowingly. "I just need you to take things slow. His heart and mind are fragile right now. Moving too fast could hurt him more than help him."

Tears pricked at Anya’s eyes, but she blinked them away, nodding. "Oh, Mom… I had no idea he was still struggling after all this time. I promise I’ll be careful. I’d never do anything to hurt him. He’s the only person who’s ever been there for me, after you and Dad. I’ll protect him, always."

Ophelia smiled gently. "I trust you, Anya. You’ve always been there for him, just like he’s always been there for you." She kissed her forehead softly. "Now, go get some sleep. We have a long day ahead."

Anya exhaled, steadying her emotions. "I will. Good night, Mom."

"Good night, my love," Ophelia murmured.

As Anya walked to her room, her mind swirled with emotions. She thought of Arin’s strength, his quiet vulnerability, and the promise she had made to herself—to be the friend he needed, nothing more. At least, for now.

The night was peaceful, but within the hearts of those preparing for the trip, emotions ran deep. The long-awaited vacation would be more than just a getaway—it would be a journey of healing, understanding, and unspoken love.

Both families woke up early, their hearts brimming with excitement for the long-awaited vacation. The sun had barely begun its ascent, casting a soft golden hue over the city as they packed their last-minute essentials. Laughter echoed through the hallways of their homes, a reflection of the joy that filled the air. Kian, barely able to contain his energy, kept bouncing from room to room, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, while Ira double-checked her checklist, ensuring everything was in order. Ophelia and Evangeline exchanged amused glances at their children’s enthusiasm, their own hearts warmed by the sheer delight of the morning.

At the airport, both families met up, greeting each other with warm hugs and cheerful chatter. The energy was infectious, and even the busiest parts of the terminal seemed to glow with their excitement. Before their flight, they settled into a cozy restaurant for a leisurely breakfast. Claire, always the free spirit, wandered around with Ira and Kian, pointing out interesting sights—quirky souvenirs in gift shops, planes taking off, and even a therapy dog that immediately stole their hearts. Meanwhile, Arin and Anya sat side by side, engaged in a friendly competition on their phones, their occasional laughter and playful nudges making it clear how at ease they were in each other’s presence. In a quiet corner, Evangeline and Ophelia sipped their coffee, savoring the rare moment of stillness before the adventure truly began.

A sudden announcement over the intercom broke the peaceful buzz of the airport:

“Passengers of Half-Siders Airline, please proceed to the check-in counter if you have not checked in online. Have your boarding passes ready for scanning before boarding. Thank you, and have a happy journey.”

With a shared glance, both families gathered their belongings and made their way towards the gate. The process of verifying IDs and boarding passes was smooth, thanks to Arin and Anya’s meticulous planning. Their foresight had ensured everyone would be seated together in business class, elevating the travel experience to one of pure comfort. Evangeline, Ophelia, and Claire sat together, their conversation flowing effortlessly between fond memories and future plans.

Arin and Anya, meanwhile, relished in the luxurious perks of their seats, exchanging amused glances whenever Kian and Ira’s excited voices carried over from their row. The younger two could barely sit still, their animated discussion about the upcoming adventure filling the cabin with infectious joy.

Thirty minutes after boarding, the flight took off from Aurembra, soaring gracefully towards their destination—Euphorel. The three-and-a-half-hour journey passed in a blur of laughter, delicious in-flight treats, and playful banter. Kian and Ira excitedly flipped through travel guides, pointing out must-visit spots, while Claire delighted them with her travel stories. Anya stole glances at Arin, smiling softly at the way his eyes lit up as he spoke about their itinerary. The journey felt less like a plane ride and more like the beginning of something truly special.

Upon landing, they made their way through the bustling airport, the thrill of being in a new city already settling in their veins. After collecting their luggage, they hopped into a taxi, heading towards their luxurious home for the trip—the renowned Euphoria Resort, known for its breathtaking views and world-class hospitality. As the cars pulled up to the grand entrance, gasps of admiration filled the air. The resort stood tall and elegant, its shimmering lights reflecting off the sleek marble floors of the lobby. The scent of fresh flowers and ocean breeze greeted them as they checked in, their excitement mounting with each passing moment.

Once inside their rooms, they took a moment to unwind. The plush beds and serene ambiance provided a perfect escape after their journey. Yet, even with exhaustion tugging at them, their eagerness for the evening ahead kept them from resting for too long.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, they gathered for dinner at the resort’s restaurant. The glow of the soft lights cast a golden warmth over their table, enhancing the cozy atmosphere. The enticing aroma of freshly prepared dishes wafted through the air, making their stomachs rumble in anticipation.

Plates of vibrant vegetable platters were served, their colors as bright as the joy in their hearts. The sweetness of blueberry and pineapple desserts added a delightful finish to the meal. But more than the food, it was the company that made the night special. They laughed, teased, and shared stories, basking in the simple yet profound joy of being together.

Arin raised his glass, looking around at the people who meant the world to him. “To unforgettable moments and cherished memories,” he said, his voice warm with sincerity.

“To family, to love, and to adventure!” Anya added with a bright smile.

Their glasses clinked, sealing the moment in their hearts. The night carried on with endless conversations and lingering smiles, setting the perfect tone for the days ahead.

Claire inhaled deeply, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Mmm, the fragrance alone is delightful. It reminds me of those fresh, light meals I used to have on holiday. This is exactly what we needed after the journey."

Ophelia nodded, her shoulders relaxing as she savored the atmosphere. "It really does feel perfect, doesn’t it? The gentle ambiance, the soft music playing in the background... I can already feel the vacation vibes setting in."

Evangeline took a sip of her drink, her expression serene. "I’m so glad we traveled in business class. We rarely treat ourselves to such comfort, but this time, it felt necessary. Thank you again, Arin and Anya, for making that happen."

Arin, who had been absentmindedly swirling his drink, looked up with a small smile. "It was no problem at all, really. I just wanted everyone to have a smooth and relaxing journey, especially after everything we’ve been through."

Anya nudged him playfully. "Plus, it’s a vacation! You’re supposed to travel in style. And don’t worry—we’ll do the same when we fly back. No stress, just pure enjoyment."

Ira leaned forward, eyes wide with excitement. "Speaking of enjoyment, can we talk about this food? I’m starving! Look how colorful the platter is! It’s like art on a plate."

Kian, just as eager, laughed. "Me too! I’ve been waiting for this. This trip already feels amazing, and we haven’t even explored the city yet!"

Arin picked up his fork and grinned. "Alright, let’s dig in. This smells too good to wait any longer."

Anya nodded, picking up her own fork. "Agreed! And don’t forget, we have pineapple pastries waiting for dessert. It’s the perfect start to our vacation."

As they began to eat, the conversation flowed naturally, a reflection of the close bond they shared. Laughter intermingled with the clinking of silverware as they savored every bite.

Claire sighed happily, setting her glass down. "This resort is truly lovely. The food is fresh, the setting is peaceful, and the view from our rooms… breathtaking! I can’t wait to explore more tomorrow."

Ophelia, resting her chin on her hand, smiled warmly. "Yes, it’s exactly what we all needed. A perfect break from everything. And speaking of breaks…" she nudged Anya teasingly. "How are you and Arin handling your break from work? Have you officially let go, or is your mind still half there?"

Anya chuckled. "Oh, we’re more than ready. I’m already in full vacation mode. What about you, Arin?"

Arin leaned back, stretching his arms. "I’m right there with you. No work talk for the next week. Just relaxation, good food, and enjoying the company."

Evangeline, watching the interactions unfold, exhaled contentedly. "I love how this place makes you feel like time slows down. The quiet, the breeze from the garden, everything is just perfect. I can already tell this is going to be a wonderful week."

Ira perked up with excitement. "Can we go to the beach tomorrow? I saw a glimpse of it from our window, and I’m dying to build sandcastles and feel the sand under my feet!"

Kian nodded eagerly. "Yeah! I’m up for that too. We can race by the water and maybe even find some cool seashells."

Claire beamed. "That sounds like a fantastic idea. We’ll make a whole day out of it."

Ophelia added thoughtfully, "And after the beach, maybe we can explore the local markets. I heard they have beautiful handcrafted items and delicious local treats. What do you think, Anya?"

Anya’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "That sounds fantastic! I love checking out local art and food. It’ll be fun to explore together."

Arin smiled, nodding. "Looks like we have our day planned. Beach in the morning, markets in the afternoon, and maybe a nice dinner back here to wrap it all up."

Just as they were finishing their main course, the much-anticipated dessert arrived. The pineapple pastries gleamed under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, their golden crusts promising a burst of tropical sweetness.

Anya clapped her hands together softly. "Here comes the dessert! Pineapple pastries are my favorite. This will be the perfect end to our night."

Ira leaned closer, inhaling the sweet aroma. "I can’t wait to taste it. This is such a perfect start to our vacation."

The air around them felt warm with shared joy and laughter as they savored the final bites. The gentle hum of the resort, the relaxed smiles, and the feeling of being surrounded by loved ones made the moment truly special.

Claire raised her glass, her eyes shining with happiness. "Here’s to this beautiful vacation, to being together, and to the wonderful memories we’re about to make."

Ophelia lifted her own glass with a soft smile. "I couldn’t have said it better myself. To happiness, to family, and to a much-needed break."

The sound of glasses clinking echoed softly, sealing the moment in their hearts. As they retired to their rooms that night, full and happy, their minds buzzed with excitement for the adventures awaiting them in the sun-kissed city of Euphorel. This was just the beginning of an unforgettable journey.

The sun rose with the promise of adventure, casting a golden glow over the Euphoria Resort. The soft hum of ocean waves and the distant call of seagulls filled the air as the group gathered for breakfast at the resort’s open-air restaurant. Laughter and cheerful chatter floated between them as they savored fresh fruit, warm pastries, and aromatic coffee. The excitement for the day ahead shimmered in their eyes.

After breakfast, they set off for Bell Beach, each dressed in stylish beachwear, their spirits high. The salty breeze played with their hair as they stepped onto the soft sand, feeling its warmth beneath their feet. Arin and Anya took the lead, guiding Ira and Kian toward the shore before pausing to offer a gentle reminder.

“Stay nearby, okay?” Arin instructed, ruffling Ira’s hair affectionately. “And don’t wander off too far. Play in the sand for a while, and then you can join us in the water.”

“Okay, bhai,” Ira responded with a grin before turning to Kian. “Hey, Kian, what should we make with the sand?”

Kian sighed, crossing his arms. “I don’t know... sandcastles are kind of boring now. I mean, are we kids who still play with sand?”

Ira tilted his head, smirking. “Aren’t we?”

Kian hesitated before replying, “We’re in the second-last year of middle school. We’ll be teenagers soon.”

Ira chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s true, but you know what? Once we grow up, we won’t get this time back. This is our time to do all the silly, fun things we can as kids. Once we’re adults, we won’t have this chance anymore.”

Kian sighed, then grinned. “You always know how to make things sound important.” He nudged Ira playfully. “Alright, no boring castles. Let’s make animals with the sand instead. That sounds way more fun.”

“Now you’re talking!” Ira beamed, and the two got to work, sculpting sea turtles and dolphins in the golden sand.

Meanwhile, in the shimmering blue water, Arin and Anya dove beneath the waves, letting the cool embrace of the sea refresh them. As they resurfaced, Arin turned to Anya.

“Hey, can we play badminton tomorrow? I saw a big court near the resort when we arrived.”

Anya raised an eyebrow. “What suddenly made you think of playing badminton?”

Arin hesitated for a second before shrugging. “I don’t know, I just want to play. But if you don’t feel like it, that’s okay.”

Anya smiled, splashing him lightly. “I never said no. I’d love to play with you.”

Arin hesitated again before speaking, his voice softer this time. “It’s not just about the game. Do you remember that nightmare I told you about?”

Anya’s playful expression faded as she nodded. “Yeah, but you never told me the whole story.”

“In that nightmare, I was a high school student, playing badminton with someone. And in that dream, I looked so happy... I exaggerated every moment, every laugh. And when I woke up, I realized I wanted to feel that kind of happiness again, even if just for a little while.” He glanced at her, his voice quieter. “So... if you don’t mind, can we?”

Anya’s gaze softened. “Of course, Arin. I’d love to play with you. But on one condition.”

Arin smirked. “And what’s that?”

“After dinner, we go for a walk. Just the two of us.”

Arin chuckled, nodding. “Deal. I’ll ask Mom about it tonight.”

“Me too.”

As they swam back to shore, they laughed, racing to see who could collect the most seashells. Nearby, Claire flopped onto a towel beside Evangeline and Ophelia, grinning widely.

“Guess what? I just won a volleyball match!” she announced proudly, brushing sand from her legs.

Evangeline, lounging under the sun, glanced toward the water where Arin and Anya were swimming. “It’s good to see them together again, isn’t it? After all these years.”

Ophelia smiled, watching the two. “You’re right, Eva. They give me déjà vu. They’re adorable together. And did you know? They’re planning to spend some time alone tomorrow.”

Evangeline chuckled knowingly. “Of course, they are. We’re their mothers. We know everything.”

Ophelia smirked. “So... will you let Arin go?”

Evangeline turned to her friend with a thoughtful expression. “They’re adults now. They know what’s right and wrong. I trust him. And Anya is a good influence.” She raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Will you let her go?”

Ophelia nodded. “Absolutely. She’s responsible. And as you said, they’re adults. They can make their own decisions.”

Claire, who had been quietly listening, suddenly leaned in with a teasing grin. “Deciding things for our kids without me, huh?”

Both mothers jumped slightly before turning to see Claire smirking at them.

“Claire!” Evangeline huffed. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” Claire plopped onto her towel, stretching. “If you already know they want to spend time alone, why don’t you just tell them they don’t need to ask for permission?”

Evangeline sighed, shaking her head. “You don’t understand, Claire. We don’t want to embarrass them. Letting them ask for permission shows respect and love. It’s important.”

Ophelia nodded in agreement. “Exactly. It’s their way of showing they still value our guidance.”

Claire scoffed, rolling onto her side. “I’m not even married yet, and you’re already giving me parenting advice? What are you, old talking grannies?” She laughed before springing to her feet. “Do what you want. I’m going for a swim with Arin and Anya. See you two later!”

As Claire sprinted off toward the waves, Evangeline and Ophelia exchanged amused glances before settling back into the warmth of the sun, content with the knowledge that their children were happy, safe, and creating memories that would last a lifetime.

Later that evening, the group gathered around the dinner table at the resort’s outdoor restaurant. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt, and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore set a serene backdrop for their meal. The lanterns hanging from palm trees cast a golden glow over the wooden tables, illuminating their faces with a warm light. The stars twinkled above them, and the crescent moon reflected in the ocean, adding to the tranquility of the moment.

The night was filled with quiet laughter and soft conversation as they dined together. Evangeline, Ophelia, and Claire sipped their wine, their expressions relaxed, as they enjoyed the peaceful evening. Meanwhile, Arin and Anya exchanged occasional glances, their nerves subtly showing as they prepared to bring up their plans for the following day.

Arin cleared his throat, setting his fork down. "Mom, Aunt Ophelia, actually… Anya and I wanted to talk to you both about something."

Evangeline turned to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Of course, baby. What’s on your mind?"

Ophelia, noticing Anya’s slightly hesitant expression, leaned in with curiosity. "Yes, sweetheart. What is it?"

Anya took a deep breath and glanced at Arin before speaking. "Well, Arin and I… we’d like to spend some time together tomorrow. Alone."

Arin nodded. "We were hoping to get your permission. I found a badminton court not far from here, and I thought we could go play like we used to. It’s been a while."

Before either mother could respond, Ira gasped dramatically. "Wait, what? You’re going somewhere without us? Why can’t we come?"

Claire leaned in with a teasing grin. "Just the two of you, huh? Sounds suspiciously like a date to me."

Anya’s cheeks turned pink as she quickly shook her head. "It’s not a date! Well… kind of, but not really. It’s just—"

Kian, unimpressed, crossed his arms. "If it’s just badminton, take us with you. We’ll play too!"

Ira nodded eagerly. "Yeah! We promise we won’t get in the way."

Arin exhaled, amused but firm. "This isn’t just about playing, guys. It’s something Anya and I used to do a lot, and I want to relive that."

Evangeline and Ophelia exchanged knowing glances, sensing the weight behind his words. Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you mean by that, Arin?"

Arin hesitated for a second before responding. "I don’t know… It’s just something that made me really happy back then. I had a dream about it recently, and I just wanted to feel that joy again."

Anya, who had been listening quietly, suddenly felt a lump in her throat. The sincerity in his words made her heart swell, and before she could stop herself, her eyes misted up.

Ira, always quick to notice, pointed at her. "Anya Di, are you crying?"

Anya blinked rapidly and laughed softly. "No, no, it’s just the smoke from the food."

Arin leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle. "Are you sure it’s just the smoke, Anya?"

She met his gaze and nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yeah, Arin. No worries."

Kian, still stubborn, huffed. "If you’re only going to play, why can’t we come too?"

Ophelia patted his head affectionately. "Kian, sometimes people need time just for themselves. Let them have their moment."

Ira sighed dramatically. "Fine, but it’s still unfair."

Evangeline chuckled. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. You and Kian will have plenty of time with them. Tomorrow is special for Arin and Anya. And we’ll have our own fun."

Kian groaned. "Fine… but only if we do something cool too."

Claire smirked. "So, just badminton? Or is there more to this little outing?"

Anya hesitated, then decided there was no point in hiding it. "After badminton, we were thinking of taking a walk around the lake in the evening."

Claire gasped dramatically. "A romantic lakeside walk? Oh, this is definitely a date."

Arin groaned, burying his face in his hands. "CeCe, please stop embarrassing us!"

Anya rolled her eyes playfully. "It’s not like that! We just want to spend time together."

Arin nodded, his voice softer now. "It was my idea."

Ophelia and Evangeline exchanged a look before nodding in approval.

"You two can go," Ophelia said warmly. "Just don’t stay out too late."

Evangeline smiled. "And make sure to check in if anything happens."

Anya beamed. "Thank you, Mom! We promise."

Ira, still pouting, pointed at them. "Fine, but next time, we’re coming with you."

Laughter erupted around the table, and as they clinked their glasses together in a toast, the night carried on with warmth, lighthearted teasing, and the gentle rhythm of the ocean waves. The lanterns flickered, casting a golden glow over them, sealing the moment as one of peace, joy, and quiet understanding.

The morning sun filtered through the trees as Arin and Anya stepped onto the large, well-maintained badminton court they had discovered the day before. After a light breakfast with their families, they set off together, excitement mingling with a quiet nervousness in the air. The court, tucked away in a quiet corner near the resort, felt like their own secret escape for the day.

Arin took a deep breath, gripping his racket as he turned to Anya with a nostalgic smile.

"It feels like old times, doesn’t it?" he mused, stretching his arms.

Anya adjusted her grip on the racket and smiled back. "Yeah, it does. I’ve missed this—just you and me, playing like we used to."

They began their game, the rhythmic sound of the shuttlecock filling the space between their laughter and playful banter. With every rally, the tension eased, giving way to an easy familiarity. The past seemed to melt away, leaving only the present moment.

"So, what’s the bet this time?" Arin asked, his competitive streak surfacing. "Winner gets what?"

Anya smirked, tilting her head. "How about… the winner gets to choose what we talk about during our walk later?"

Arin’s grin widened. "Alright, deal! But you’re going to lose. I’ve been practicing, you know."

Anya scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes. "Oh, we’ll see about that."

For the next hour, they played with the same fiery competitiveness as always, pushing each other to their limits. Each dive for the shuttlecock, every near miss, and every successful point brought them back to the carefree days of their childhood. Eventually, with a triumphant smash, Arin secured the final point.

"Told you!" he said, raising his arms victoriously. "Looks like I get to pick the topic of our conversation later."

Anya crossed her arms, pretending to pout. "Fine, fine. I’ll let you win this one. But I’ll get you back next time."

Later that evening, after a hearty dinner with their families, Arin and Anya found themselves walking along the lakeside path. The full moon cast a silver glow over the still water, its reflection shimmering like scattered diamonds. The cool night breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and damp earth, making the atmosphere feel almost surreal.

Anya took a deep breath, her gaze drifting over the tranquil lake. "You know, I’ve always loved places like this," she said softly. "It’s so peaceful. It makes you think."

Arin nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels like everything slows down, and you can actually take a breath."

A quiet moment passed between them before Anya glanced up at him, hesitant yet hopeful. "Do you… want to hold hands?"

Arin blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… I mean, yeah, I want to, but only if you're comfortable."

Anya chuckled at his sudden nervousness before reaching out, her fingers gently intertwining with his. "I don’t have any objections."

They continued their walk in companionable silence, the warmth of their joined hands speaking more than words ever could. There was something deeply reassuring about the way they fit together, as though time had always meant for them to end up like this.

After a few moments, Anya tilted her head toward him. "So, you won the game," she reminded him. "What did you want to talk about?"

Arin exhaled, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "I was thinking… do you ever wonder what the future holds for us? Where we’ll be a few years from now?"

Anya’s eyes softened. "Sometimes. I mean, I think about it, but it’s hard to know for sure. I do know one thing, though."

Arin turned to her, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "What’s that?"

Anya met his eyes with quiet certainty. "That I want you to be part of it."

His breath caught for a moment. "You mean that?"

She nodded without hesitation. "Yeah, I do. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I know I don’t want to lose this—what we have."

Arin hesitated before finally speaking, his voice quieter now. "But… I'm not sure. You know about my amnesia. If I promise to be with you, or if I say I want you to stay by my side… what if I regain my memories and forget everything about you? Would you still be sure after knowing that?"

Anya stopped walking, turning to face him fully. She reached up, gently placing a hand on his cheek, her touch warm against his skin. "Arin," she whispered, "when I said I want you to be a part of my life, I meant it from the depths of my heart. If you forget me, then I'll just have to reintroduce myself. I’ll remind you of every moment, every memory. And if it takes a lifetime, then so be it."

Arin’s breath hitched, his chest tightening with emotion. Without thinking, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his body trembling slightly. Tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered, "Thank you… Thank you for saying that. I don’t know what’s happening, but when I hear your voice, when I feel your heartbeat… It’s like I’ve felt it all before. Like it’s a part of me."

Anya smiled against his shoulder, blinking back her own tears. "Then don’t overthink it. Just live in this moment, Arin."

Arin chuckled weakly, finally pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. "You always know how to handle me."

She grinned. "Of course. Someone has to keep you in check."

A sudden awareness of their surroundings made Anya clear her throat and glance around. "People are staring," she teased. "Are you going to cry all night, or are we going to keep walking?"

Arin sniffed, composing himself with a small laugh. "I don’t care about them. I just care about you." Gently, he released her from his arms, wiping his face as he exhaled. "This walk… It’s going to be a memory I’ll cherish forever."

Anya squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Me too."

They continued their walk, their fingers still intertwined, their hearts a little lighter, and their bond stronger than ever. The stars above twinkled, as if silently witnessing the quiet promises exchanged between them. And in that moment, with the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore, the world seemed to stand still just for them.

The vacation days passed in a delightful blur as the families—Evangeline, Ophelia, Arin, Anya, Ira, Kian, and Claire—embraced every moment they had left in the beautiful island country of Euphorel. After Arin and Anya spent their day together, the families reunited, and from then on, they made the most of their remaining time, exploring the vibrant places the island had to offer.

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Days at the Mall

One morning, they found themselves wandering through the bustling, colorful corridors of Euphorel's most famous shopping district. The mall was a sprawling space filled with unique boutiques, local artisan shops, and luxury brands, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries filled the air. 

Ira and Kian excitedly dragged Anya and Arin from store to store, trying on clothes, admiring trinkets, and laughing at all the quirky souvenirs. 

Holding up a large, tropical-themed hat, Kian placing it on his head dramatically "Look at this! This is what I’m wearing to the next family event."

Everyone laughed as Claire snapped a picture of him with her phone. "Oh yes, you’re definitely rocking that look."

Evangeline and Ophelia, meanwhile, were content sipping their coffee and watching the younger ones enjoy themselves. They smiled, knowing these carefree moments were precious and fleeting.

Ophelia said softly, while her eyes followed the kids as they explored. "I think we’re going to miss this place." 

In agreement, Evangeline nodded, "We definitely will. But it’s been a good vacation, hasn’t it?"

Ophelia smiling. "The best."

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Sunny Beach Days

On another day, they returned to the beach, the soft sand beneath their feet, and the waves crashing gently on the shore. This time, it was less about swimming and more about enjoying each other’s company. Claire set up a large umbrella, spreading out blankets where they could lounge, sip on chilled drinks, and soak in the warmth of the sun.

Arin asked, holding the ball with a mischievous grin. "Who’s up for beach volleyball?"

Ira immediately jumped up, "Me! I’m not letting you win this time."

Anya, Kian, and even Claire joined the fun, and soon they were playing a lively match, laughter and cheers filling the air. Evangeline and Ophelia cheered from the sidelines, taking pictures and soaking in the joy of their children bonding and having fun.

When the game ended, they sat together, watching the sunset turn the sky into a palette of pinks, oranges, and purples.

As Anya leaned her head on her mom’s shoulder, "This is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen."

Ophelia smiling, while looking at the horizon "Yes, it is. But you know, what makes it even more beautiful is sharing it with all of you."

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Exploring Historical Sites

The next few days were spent visiting some of Euphorel’s most famous historical sites. The group wandered through ancient temples, stone ruins, and majestic castles that stood as a testament to the island’s rich history. 

Claire, always the curious one, played the role of the family guide, reading every plaque and sharing interesting facts she picked up along the way.

Claire said as gesturing to a towering structure carved into the cliffside. "Did you know this temple was built over 500 years ago and is dedicated to the goddess of the sea?" 

Arin said while raising an eyebrow. "I didn't, but now I’m glad we brought you along as our walking encyclopedia."

Claire laughed. "Hey, someone’s got to keep you all informed!"

They took a lot of pictures, capturing moments in front of ancient arches and scenic lookouts that gave them a view of the lush landscape. Even Ira and Kian, who usually got bored with museums, were fascinated by the stories and legends behind the monuments.

Kian said while staring up at a towering statue of a warrior. "This place feels so alive."

Ira nodded as her eyes were wide with awe. "It’s like we’re stepping back in time."

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Final Dinner Together

On their last night in Euphorel, they had a special dinner at a charming restaurant by the beach. Lanterns hung from the trees, and the sound of the waves provided a calming backdrop to their final evening together. The sky was once again filled with stars, just like the night Arin and Anya had spent together.

Evangeline and Ophelia were sitting at one end of the table, reminiscing about the trip.

Ophelia said while taking a sip of her wine, "I can't believe it's almost over."

Evangeline softly replied, "I know, but we’ve made some unforgettable memories."

At the other end of the table, 

Claire started teasing Arin and Anya once again, "So, are you two planning your next not-a-date?"

Anya blushed, while Arin shook his head with a smile, "We’re planning to survive you first, Aunt Claire."

Laughter erupted at the table, the warmth and love between everyone palpable. As they enjoyed their last meal, it felt like time had slowed, allowing them to fully appreciate the bond they all shared.

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The Flight Back to Aurembra.

The day of their departure arrived too soon. They packed their bags, said their goodbyes to the beautiful island, and headed to the airport. As their plane took off, the view of the sparkling ocean and lush green mountains slowly disappeared beneath them.

Sitting together on the plane, Ira and Kian chatted excitedly about all the fun they’d had, while Claire leaned back, closing her eyes for a much-needed nap. Arin and Anya shared a quiet smile, their hearts still full from the memories they had created.

Evangeline and Ophelia exchanged a look, a sense of contentment washing over them. They had given their families something special—a time of joy, laughter, and connection.

As the plane soared through the clouds, taking them back to their home in Aurembra, they all knew that this vacation would be one they would cherish for the rest of their lives.