#SecondChances

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ he doesn’t make me cry

he says he’s sorry. he says he still thinks about you. and maybe, just maybe, that’s the worst part—because you think about him too.

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

“…and then, of course, jenkins managed to hit himself in the face with the bat. i mean, who even does that?” elliot said, chuckling. you were tucked away in a corner of the three broomsticks with elliot greenwood, your boyfriend, who was in the middle of telling you about a particularly dramatic quidditch practice.

you forced a smile, nodding along, but your eyes kept drifting. just a few tables away sat fred weasley, legs stretched out under the table, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. he was laughing at something george had said, but every now and then, you caught him glancing over—quick, fleeting looks that made your stomach tighten.

fred and you had history. the kind you thought would last forever when you were young and daft enough to believe in happily-ever-afters. you’d been together from fifth year through to seventh, but it all unravelled halfway through that final year. too much pressure, too many fights, and then it was over.

now, months later, you were with elliot. he was kind and steady, the sort of boyfriend everyone said you should want. the kind who never forgot your birthday or made you cry in the middle of the common room.

but then there was fred, all reckless charm and infuriating smirks, still haunting the corners of your mind when you least expected it.

fred stood suddenly, scraping his chair back. you turned your attention back to elliot, who was saying something about broom maintenance, but fred was already heading your way.

you felt your heart drop. “oh, for merlin’s sake,” you muttered under your breath.

fred stopped at your table, hands shoved in his pockets. “alright, greenwood?” he said casually, though his eyes barely flicked to elliot.

“fred,” elliot replied coolly, his grip tightening on your hand.

fred’s gaze settled on you, and he tilted his head towards the door. “fancy a chat?”

your stomach churned. “now?”

“yeah. won’t take long.”

elliot frowned. “we’re in the middle of something, mate.”

fred ignored him, his attention fixed on you. “please.”

you sighed, feeling elliot bristle beside you. “i’ll be quick,” you murmured to him, standing before this turned into more of a scene. “promise.”

fred led you out into the street, the cold air biting against your cheeks. the snow underfoot was turning to slush, and the faint hum of chatter from inside the pub faded as the door swung shut.

“what do you want, fred?” you asked, folding your arms.

he turned to face you, his expression serious now. “i want to talk.”

“about what?” you raised an eyebrow. “we’ve got nothing to say to each other.”

he let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head. “you don’t think we do?”

“no, i don’t.”

“right,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “alright then. let’s make it simple—i’ve got one problem. you’re not mine anymore.”

the words hit you like a bludger to the chest. for a moment, you didn’t know what to say, the world narrowing to just fred and that stupid, broken look on his face.

“i’m with elliot,” you said finally, your voice steadier than you felt.

“yeah, i know,” fred said, his tone turning bitter. “lucky bloke, isn’t he?”

you swallowed hard, refusing to let him get under your skin. “he is.”

fred’s eyes softened slightly, and he took a step closer. “does he make you laugh?”

the question caught you off guard. “what?”

“does he make you laugh?” fred repeated, his voice quieter now, almost tentative.

you stared at him, the memories rushing back—laughing until your sides hurt in the common room, him sneaking you chocolate frogs during exams, his arm around your shoulders as he teased you about your terrible potions skills.

but then there were the fights. the tears. the hollow ache of being let down over and over.

“no,” you said finally. “but he doesn’t make me cry, either.”

fred froze, the weight of your words settling between you like a thick fog. for a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze dropping to the ground.

“that’s fair,” he said quietly. “i suppose that’s fair.”

you crossed your arms tighter, trying to ignore the way your chest ached. “you don’t get to do this, fred. you don’t get to say all this now, when it’s too late.”

“i know i messed up,” he said quickly, his voice rough. “but i thought i was giving you what you wanted, you know? space, time to breathe. i didn’t think—”

“you didn’t think,” you interrupted sharply. “that’s the problem, fred. you never think about anyone but yourself.”

“that’s not true,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “i thought about you. i still think about you—every bloody day.”

the anger drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its place. “well, maybe you should stop.”

fred stared at you, his jaw tightening. “is that what you want?”

you hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. finally, you shook your head. “it doesn’t matter what i want. i’m happy now, fred.”

he nodded slowly, stepping back. “right. if that’s how it is, then... alright.”

you didn’t stop him as he turned and walked away, his shoulders hunched against the cold. you stayed there for a moment, your breath fogging in the air, before finally heading back inside.

elliot smiled when you slid back into the booth, his warm hand finding yours again. but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the image of fred walking away, leaving footprints in the snow.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

It’s scary trusting people again.

[swtorramblings]

Vaylin trick-or-treating as Galactic Empress Barbie by @fleeting-sanity, thanks a lot, she's lovely!

Happy Halloween

Brief story.

Claudia looked up from the laptop. "Halloween?"

Azula looked over where she was training and raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

Claudia looked back down to the screen. "Halloween. It looks like it's some kind of ritual to drive off evil spirits?"

Vaylin just looked amused as she stood up from the couch. "I thought you said there weren't any spirits here?"

"I don't think it's magic. I think it's more of a legend, a story. An excuse to dress up and get candy."

"Like, formal wear?" Azula asked.

"Costumes."

"Costumes? What kinds of costumes?"

"All kinds! It looks like fun."

Azula had walked around behind her and was now peering over her shoulder. "So we'll need costumes."

"Yeah. I wonder if the others can get them?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Azula said with a grin. "I'll take care of it."

Claudia didn't look convinced. "Right. I doubt they'll like how you do it."

Vaylin joined in Azula's grin. "That's what makes it fun."

...

After some creative costume acquisitions and a change of clothes, the three looked at each other. Claudia was looking at a tag that came with her clothes. "Cruella de Vil?"

Azula still hadn't stopped grinning. "Trust me, it's perfect."

Vaylin looked her over. "And you are?"

"Ember. She's new. I can feel more like myself for one night, so leave it."

"All right. But why all this pink for me?"

"Because she can be anything, and isn't that what you said you wanted?"

Now Vaylin grinned again. "It is. All right, let's go get candy."

"And have some fun for once."

"We will conquer Halloween and none shall stand before us!"

[illuminatingfacts]

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Second Chances Shaina Tranquilino November 3, 2024

Jack had always lived life in the fast lane. He was successful in his career, relentlessly ambitious, and driven by the need to prove himself. Friends, family, the simple joys—they all came second to the next big deal, the next milestone. He’d never stopped to consider what he might miss if he lost it all.

Then, one foggy morning, everything changed.

The memory of the accident was hazy—a car spinning out of control, the crush of metal, the sound of sirens. Jack had spent weeks in the hospital, drifting in and out of consciousness, cocooned in pain and regret. His body was healing, but it was his heart that had changed the most.

During those quiet, sterile nights, he felt something stirring deep within him. Faces he hadn’t thought about in years came to mind, their expressions softened with smiles. He recalled Sunday dinners at his mother’s house, the warmth of his father’s hand on his shoulder, his brother's infectious laugh. He thought of his friend Danny, who had called countless times only to receive a short, hurried response. And he thought of Sarah, the love he’d let slip away because he hadn’t had the time to nurture it.

When he finally went home, everything felt different. The walls of his spacious apartment seemed colder, emptier. It was as though he could see his life in two versions: the one he’d been living, and the one he could have lived had he cared more for the people who had loved him without condition.

The first call he made was to his mom. She answered on the first ring, her voice shaky with relief. They spoke for hours. She told him how she’d prayed for him every night and how, no matter how many times he brushed her off, she’d never stopped hoping he’d come back to them.

Next, he visited Danny, his best friend from college. They met at a small café they used to love. As they sat across from each other, Jack felt the weight of all the canceled plans, all the unreturned messages. But Danny just grinned, his eyes warm. "Took you long enough," he joked, clapping Jack on the shoulder. They talked like no time had passed, picking up where they’d left off. And for the first time in years, Jack laughed—really laughed.

Finally, he reached out to Sarah. She was hesitant, guarded. She had a right to be. But she listened, and he could see the hurt softening as he apologized for the countless times he’d put work before her. They took it slow, meeting a few times for coffee. Jack knew it would take more than a few dates to mend what he’d broken, but he was willing to try.

Over time, Jack found himself savouring the moments he’d once overlooked. Cooking with his mom, a lazy afternoon on his dad’s porch, laughing with Danny over memories of their younger selves, the warmth in Sarah’s eyes as they rebuilt their connection. These were no longer interruptions in his life—they were his life.

The accident had changed Jack. He’d been given a second chance, and he was determined to make it count. Now, each day felt like a gift, each relationship like a blessing. Life was slower, softer, but it was fuller than he had ever dreamed.

And for the first time, Jack felt that he was truly living.

[istariray23]

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[the-royal-blue-network]

A Rainy Day

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[im-madam-baby]

Every day is a testament to the second chances bestowed upon me, allowing me to resume what was once delayed. Amidst it all, I perceive the unyielding love of God, ever-present, never forsaking me in times of adversity 🙏

[returnlostloverexpert]

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Prisoner escaped naked through the hole in the prison door! The most incredible story of prison escape

Prisons are made to punish criminals. Prisons are built in such a way that criminals cannot escape. But, no matter how strict measures are taken to keep inmates from escaping, many convicts escape from jail through loopholes or the like. The administration is unable to stop it despite its best efforts. The monsters in human form slip right out through the unknown cracks of the prison. A prison escape adventure involving the fate of escaped convicts and complex plans. Read More...

[msanon19]

Feel super excited of the sudden kudos and comment I receive on my fic. Last I updated was in November 2022??? Omg! Writer's block, please go away! I want to continue writing my story. 😭

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I know I pushed you away, and I deleted every way possible for you to contact me, but I still wish you tried to find a way..

[raised-to-walk]

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[harmonyhealinghub]

From Darkness to Light Shaina Tranquilino August 15, 2024

Dr. Evelyn Carter was once at the forefront of biomedical research, renowned for her work on regenerative medicine. She lived for the thrill of discovery, pouring over data and orchestrating experiments late into the night. Her colleagues admired her tenacity, her unyielding belief that science could change the world. But then came the experiment that changed everything. After years of work and millions in funding, her groundbreaking project failed—miserably. The results were disastrous, setting back the entire field and shattering Evelyn’s confidence. Headlines labeled her a cautionary tale, and the research community that once celebrated her now turned away. The fallout was more than she could bear.

Disillusioned and weary, Evelyn left the lab for good. She retreated to a small town far from the research institutions she once called home, determined to leave her past behind. She rented a modest house and found solace in the routine of a quieter life. But the passion for science still flickered inside her, even if she no longer knew how to kindle it.

It was at the urging of a neighbour that she applied for a position at the local high school. They needed a science teacher, someone to take over the classes left vacant after the sudden departure of the previous instructor. Evelyn hesitated, unsure if she could face a classroom after the pressure of her former life. But something inside her nudged her forward, a small voice that refused to let go of the possibility that she still had something to offer.

On her first day, Evelyn stepped into the classroom with nerves fraying her calm exterior. She looked out at the rows of young faces, each one eager, curious, or simply indifferent, and she felt the weight of the moment. She cleared her throat and began to speak, not about the textbook or the syllabus, but about why science mattered.

"It’s not just about what we know," she said, her voice growing stronger with each word. "It’s about what we don’t know. It’s about asking questions that no one else has thought to ask, and it’s about trying to find answers, even if you fail along the way."

The students were captivated. They had never heard anyone talk about science like this, with such raw emotion. She told them about her own journey, carefully omitting the painful details but sharing the excitement of discovery, the thrill of chasing an idea, and the importance of perseverance.

As weeks turned into months, Evelyn’s classroom became a place of wonder. She turned the lab into a playground of curiosity, encouraging her students to think beyond the confines of the curriculum. They built models, conducted experiments, and debated scientific ethics. The students were eager to learn, and Evelyn found herself rediscovering her own love for the subject through their eyes.

One day, a student named Maya stayed after class, a notebook clutched tightly to her chest. She had been one of the quiet ones, always sitting in the back, never raising her hand.

"Dr. Carter," Maya began hesitantly, "I’ve been working on something. It’s not much, but I wanted to show you."

Evelyn took the notebook and flipped through the pages. What she saw stopped her in her tracks—a series of complex diagrams and hypotheses, each one more ambitious than the last. They were rough, but they had potential.

"This is incredible, Maya," Evelyn said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You have a real gift. Have you thought about pursuing this further?"

Maya looked up, her eyes shining. "I didn’t think I was good enough. But… maybe, with your help?"

In that moment, Evelyn realized that her failure in the lab had led her to something even more important. She had found a new way to contribute to the world, not through her own discoveries, but by nurturing the potential in others. She had found her purpose again.

Years later, when Maya stood on a stage accepting an award for her groundbreaking research, she would thank her high school teacher, Dr. Evelyn Carter, for believing in her when she didn’t believe in herself. In the audience, Evelyn would smile, knowing that sometimes, failure is just the beginning of a new journey.

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