Hard to Love EP : 2

EP : 2

In Luther's Mansion

Sylvia Luther (ML's Mother)

Dad please take care of yourself

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

I'm all ok now so stop worrying

Sylvia Luther (ML's Mother)

It's been only one week you took rest

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

Exactly it's been one week that's why I must hurry up

Sylvia Luther (ML's Mother)

is it more important than your health!

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

Yes it is *smirks*

Rayn Luther (ML)

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Rayn Luther (ML)

I already took care of your works so I don't think there is anything left now for you do

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

There is son *again smirks*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

Soon you will get to know it

Sylvia Luther (ML's Mother)

👀

Rayn Luther (ML)

👀

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

😆

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here, the information Sir *pass the file*

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

*read the file*I finally found you

Alexander Luther (ML's Grandpa)

Sana Fernandez *smirks*

She lay in the silence of her room, the city lights faint behind closed curtains. A woman of strength — bold, fierce, and independent — now caught in a restless sleep. Her long, straight hair fanned across the pillow like dark ink spilled on white parchment, soft and flawless even in chaos. By day, she stood tall — making decisions, leading without fear, answering to no one. But now, in the still hours of the night, shadows visited her dreams. Her brow was drawn tight in worry, lips parted with words she couldn’t voice. The same woman who never let the world see her falter, now stirred beneath the weight of memories and silent fears. She turned in her sleep, a quiet gasp escaping as if the dream had reached deep — touching the parts she never let anyone near. Her fingers gripped the blanket not out of weakness, but as if bracing herself through a storm she couldn't control. And yet, even in her unrest, there was strength. She did not cry out. She did not break. She endured — the same way she always had. Fierce in daylight, vulnerable in shadow, and still… unshakably whole. Because even strong women have bad dreams. And they rise from them, too.

Sana Fernandez (FL)

*face pale*

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