Ethan's Point of view:
I was driving home from a short but tiring day at work, my mind still reeling from the meeting with our company's potential investors. We were trying to secure funding for our new project, and I was determined to make it happen because the weight of it rested heavily on my shoulders. As I navigated through the crowded streets of Manhattan, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. We were one step closer to making our vision a reality.
The sun was setting over the towering skyscrapers, casting a warm orange glow over the city. I rolled down my window, letting the cool evening air fill the car, and breathed in the sounds of the city: honking horns, chattering pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance.
I noticed a street performer, a master of his craft, juggling clubs and spinning plates. I watched in awe as he expertly kept everything in the air, drawing a small crowd of onlookers. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy that I hadn't felt all day.I turned onto Central Park West, the sounds of the city giving way to the relaxing and serene green oasis of the park. The trees towered above us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I drove along the path, taking in the sights and sounds of nature. Children's laughter echoed through the air as they played on the Great Lawn, their joy infectious.
Just as I was about to drive past, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw my grandpa's name flashing. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should answer it. But something about his persistence made me pick up.
"Hey, Grandpa," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Ethan, son, I was thinking we could grab dinner this weekend. Maybe Saturday night?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.
I hesitated, trying to think of an excuse. "Grandpa, I don't know... I'm pretty busy this weekend."
I used to go to my grandparent's house every weekend before work got very busy, and I needed to prove to everyone that I could work hard and make a name for myself in the business industry.
But he wasn't having it. "Nonsense, Ethan! You can not be busy every weekend. I want to see you, catch up. We can talk about the company, catch up and... "
"Ethan, come on! Do I need a reason to invite my grandson over for dinner?
It's just dinner! I want to see you, talk to you about your life. You are always so busy, I feel like I'm losing my grandson, your grandma misses you." he said, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and sadness.
A wave of guilt washed over me. I had been neglecting keeping up appearances in the family, too swept up in becoming the best at what I do, being a professional.
I sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "Grandpa, I promise I will come visit you guys soon. I miss grandma too, I just have a lot on my plate right now. Work is crazy, and I have some personal stuff I am dealing with."
"Personal stuff? What kind of personal stuff? You are not in trouble, are you?" he asked, his tone sharpening with concern.
I hesitated, not wanting to get into it with him. "No, no trouble. I am fine. Just some stuff I need to figure out, okay?"
But he was not letting up. "Ethan, you need to make time for family. I am not getting any younger, you know. I want to see you, talk to you, make sure you are doing okay."
My grandpa's voice was firm, "Ethan, I want to talk to you about the company. I've been thinking about retiring from the CEO position, and I want you to take over ."
I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. "Grandpa, we can talk about this later. I'm driving right now. I need to concentrate."
But he persisted, "No, Ethan, we can not talk about this later. It needs to be this weekend. I need to know that you are ready to take on the reins."
I hesitated, trying to focus on the road. "Grandpa, I hear you, but I am trying to focus on the..."
But before I could finish, disaster struck. As I turned onto 5th Avenue, I did not see her at first. I didn't see the fiery red haired girl that ran into the street until it was too late.
My heart racing, I slammed on the brakes, but I could not avoid hitting her. I felt a sickening thud as my car hit her, and I panicked. I threw the phone aside, not even realizing or caring that I had dropped the call with my grandpa.
I forced myself out of the car, my legs trembling. There she was, lying motionless on the pavement, her hand twisted at an unnatural angle.
Oh God
A cold dread washed over me. I had hit someone. Hard. My mind raced as I knelt beside her, fear and confusion warring within me. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale. Panic set in as I frantically searched for signs of life. I didn't know what to do.I decided to take her to the hospital.
She was so frail and young in my hands, her bright red hair stark against the dark pavement. Her porcelain skin was marred by a trickle of blood from her forehead, and her delicate features were twisted in a faint grimace. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had to get her to the hospital, fast.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I muttered to myself, my mind racing with fear and adrenaline. I gently placed her in the passenger seat, trying not to jostle her. As I drove to the hospital, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Who was this girl? And what had I just done?
Ethan's point of view:I sped through the streets, my heart racing with fear. The girl's limp body lay in the passenger seat, her bright red hair stark against the dark leather. I couldn't believe what had just happened.I couldn’t help but blame myself, it’s been a long while since I’ve been behind the wheel. My driver, Ben, had a family emergency, so I gave him the day off. I should have ordered an Uber or called my grandfather’s driver to take me home. I missed the feeling of taking charge of the car at the steering wheel. Now look where that landed me.As I drove, I couldn't shake the image of her pale face from my mind. Who was she? And what had I done?I finally arrived at the hospital, screeching to a halt in front of the emergency department. I leaped out of the car, rushing to her side. I gently lifted her out of the passenger seat, cradling her in my arms.The automatic doors slid open, and I sprinted through them, desperate for help. A team of medical professionals rushed t
Sarah’s Point of view As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the sterile smell of a hospital room. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were fuzzy. I recalled running down the street, then...nothing. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together what happened. A gentle voice spoke beside me, "Hey, you're awake. I'm so glad to see you're okay." I turned to see a blond guy with hazel eyes and a concerned expression. He introduced himself as Ethan, and I had no idea who he was or why he was sitting beside my bed. The doctor came in to check on me, and Ethan stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a strange sense of calm with him nearby, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. As the doctor left, Ethan returned to my bedside, his expression hesitant. "Can I stay?" he asked. "I want to make sure you're okay." I nodded, still trying to process everything. Ethan's presence was comforting, but I couldn't understand why he
Sarah’s Point of view:Nurse Sabrina's warm smile greeted me as she entered my hospital room. "Sarah, How are you doing today? You have a visitor. Your friend Emily is here to see you."I nodded, trying to compose myself, but the emotions still simmered just below the surface. Emily followed the nurse in, concern etched on her face."Hey, girl," Emily said softly, rushing to my side. "I was so worried about you."Nurse Sabrina nodded sympathetically. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Just press the call button if you need anything."As the nurse exited, Emily turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Sarah, what happened? You were crying when you called"I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I saw him, Em... Alex... with Claire... his ex." The words felt like acid on my tongue. They were burning, but I had to get them out."They were locked in a passionate embrace, they looked ready to tear each other's clothes off. The passion and lust between them was so obvious.
Ethan's Point of view:As I got ready for dinner at my grandpa's house, my mind kept wandering back to Sarah, the pretty redhead I had hit with my car just a few days ago. I couldn't help but wonder how she was feeling now, if she was recovering well from her injuries. I made a mental note to get her a get-well-soon card, an "I'm sorry" card, and some flowers. I wasn't really sure why I was so invested in her well-being, but I couldn't shake off the feeling."Mr. Ethan, your car is ready," Ben, my driver, called out to me.I nodded, grabbing my phones and heading out the door. As we drove to my grandpa's house, my mind kept drifting back to Sarah. I found myself smiling, feeling a sense of happiness that I couldn't quite explain.As I stepped out of my car and onto the winding driveway of my grandfather's mansion, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the past. I have always loved visiting this p
Sarah's Point of view:I couldn't believe I was finally going home! The hospital room had started to feel like a prison, and I was eager to get back to my normal life. Emily, my best friend, was by my side as Nurse Sabrina came in to give me my discharge instructions.Nurse Sabrina was the best nurse anyone could ask for, but I would not mind not seeing her every single day."Okay, Sarah, here's an advice sheet on exercises you should do every day to help speed up your recovery and a list of things to do and not do," she said, handing me two sheets of paper.I scanned the list, trying to take it all in. "No heavy lifting, no bending, no strenuous activity...got it.""And don't forget to take your meds as prescribed," Nurse Sabrina added."You'll need to wear your plaster cast until the broken bone heals. The skin under the cast may be itchy for a few days, but that should pass."Emily nodded, taking the list from me. "I'll make sure she follows the rules, Nurse."I rolled my eyes g
Ethan's Point of view:The warm sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office cast a golden glow on the sleek, modern furniture and the bustling city below. As COO of my family's company, I had grown accustomed to the trappings of success - the plush carpet, the polished wood, the hum of productivity. But on days like this, when the sun shone bright and the world felt full of possibility, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.I sat at my desk, scanning the latest financial reports, my mind focused on the numbers and strategies that would drive our company's success. The soft click of the keyboard, the rustle of papers, and the occasional ring of the phone created a soothing background melody, a symphony of productivity.Just then, Nora, my grandfather's assistant, knocked on the door, her gentle tap a subtle interruption to the rhythm of my work. "Ethan, your grandfather wants to see you," she said, her voice soft and deferential.I nodde
Sarah's Point of view:Days turned into weeks, and I settled into a comfortable routine at Emily's place. We spent our days lounging on the couch, watching movies, and talking about everything and nothing. I was slowly starting to feel like myself again, like the weight of Alex's betrayal was slowly lifting off my shoulders.My plaster cast came off a week ago. It felt weird to finally have that thing off. My wrist was so stiff and weak. It was like learning to use my hand all over again. I kept forgetting it was there and bumped it into stuff.I remember how helpless I felt with that cast on. I couldn't do anything for myself. I had to rely on Emily for everything. It was super frustrating. But honestly, it also made me appreciate the little things I used to take for granted – like opening a door or tying my shoes.The exercises on the advice sheet that I had to do were a pain, but I guess they helped. The painkillers helped a lot, but I had to be careful not to get hooked on them. My
Sarah's Point of View:It was Wednesday.I sat nervously in Rachel's office, fidgeting with my hands as I gazed out the window at the gray sky. The rain pattered against the glass, casting a soothing melody that seemed to calm my racing thoughts. Rachel's office was cozy, with warm beige walls and plush furniture that made me feel like I was sitting in a friend's living room.Rachel herself was a warm and welcoming presence, with a kind face and a gentle smile. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "So, Sarah, tell me what's going on. What brings you here today?"I took a deep breath, trying to summarize the situation. "It's just...my marriage has been over for a long time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to continue the marriage, and I think it's time to make it official."Rachel nodded sympathetically, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. That can't have been an easy decision to make."I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "