The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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I smiled, forgetting about the soreness and sting on my body, and rushed over to her. I let myself sink into the lavender smell of her, smuggling my head into her arms. After a tiring day, I was glad to finally stop moving and thinking. Just the simple things in the present mattered when I am in Klarise's arms, when I am with her and she is hugging me. Job, press, all of that goes to bay. They don't exist in this universe where only Klarise and I are alive.

I look up at one point to see that Cameron was already asleep, him being the biggest of us all sometimes being more like the big baby in our group. You'd think Mason was more delicate since he was so quiet and didn't share his thoughts very often, but it was always Cameron in the end. My eyes moved up, where Mason was holding him, and I realized he had put down his phone and was just stroking Cameron, eyes in an admiring way I have always seen him look at Cameron with.

"They are perfect for each other," I murmured to Klarise, and I feel her nodding, chin resting on top of my head. Her arms around me grow tighter, firmer, safer.

"Now, go to sleep. You've had a tiring day." She leaned her face into my view so that I could see her smiling. She kisses me lightly, pats me on the head, and pulls the blankets over our shoulders.

Mason seems to follow protocol, he goes and turns off the lights. The world goes dark, yet it has never felt warmer.

Sometimes if I didn't have that terrifying experience of falling off a horse, I'd think that this never happened and was simply a dream. Because we were just so happy, it did not seem like my life. More like another person's life.

FOR AROUND HALF A year, we went on a daily routine of average people's lives, with Cameron and Mason moving into my place permanently.

Klarise's face and body was healing without even a doctor, and she blossomed like the flowers in spring. Her moods were better, and I felt the huge wound that has been carved into her healing, though still leaving a scar that will always be visible if you looked close enough.

Mason worked from home, the company was becoming more stable. He didn't talk a lot about it, but much was clear that things were coming along well. Besides work, when he wasn't always on the phone or doing business stuff, he spent time with Jackson. They discussed topics that would bore me and Klarise and Cameron, they sometimes even listened to that horrible screaming music I didn't even know Mason would like. With Mason's greying hair and mature eyes, and Jackson's same personality traits with Mason, you might confuse them for father and son. But seeing them get along made the rest of us go on with our lives with much more assurance than we thought we needed.

Cameron was taking on a movie, so he was usually away in the daytime, sometimes night. But he always managed to find time to spend with us, and of course, to piss me off from time to time.

I myself was also taking on some projects again, not just commercials and small stuff, but more long-term and actual films. Though I did, it wasn't as much load as I used to take, leaving just enough time for me to be able to spend time with the people I cared about. I liked acting, I never didn't like my career and fame, well wait, at least not at that age, so I wouldn't say going to work was a kind of dread. I was doing something I liked. But once I got home there was always a relief. A relief that I don't have to always be Maeve Sun Lively, that I can let my guards down from time to time. That fact made life so much easier and...simpler.

We still hadn't managed to find Jackson the right school yet, so Klarise and I took turns on tutoring him and making sure he caught up. It wasn't one day when I decided to sit down with her and have a proper conversation on it, because from my experience of never being able to finish school, I couldn't let Jackson just start slacking up. Even if we were tutoring him, it was not the same with an actual teacher with a teaching degree.