~DANTE~ "I intended to invite you to lunch, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to do so alone now. Given that you’ve eaten, I’ll see you at work on Monday. I had to return home at this point. My mother is ill." Candice stated. "All right, babe, take care of yourself." I sat on my couch, unsure of why I was experiencing this emotion. I’m meant to be overjoyed that I’m divorced. What is it about it that feels wrong? I know I’ve always loved my best friend and will continue to do so even more than I adore my own girlfriend. I exercised self-control for a long period of time. After sleeping with her three months ago, I occasionally slept with Candice but frequently shouted her name in my brain. Should I advise her not to file for divorce in order for us to begin a family together? Would she appreciate that? I can tell by the way she looks at me. I’m sure she has feelings for me as well. I’m not sure if this is love or simply friendship. I believe I need to speak with my mother. She provid
~Dante~My mom has never seen me cry in my 32 years of existence. Firstly, I’m not sure if I’m crying for my closest friend because I loved her but couldn’t express it or because of what she did to me last night. How can she fuck me like that and leave me? What was the reason for her departure? Is it out of fear that we will continue to cross the line? Why didn’t she tell me she wanted to leave before she did? What exactly is going on? Where should I begin my search for her? Until now, I thought we were best friends. She resigned without informing me, and she sold her house without even informing me. What exactly is going on here, Lolita?"Dante." My mother’s eyes met mine as I raised my head."I love you so much, son, but I’m afraid I’ll have to cut all ties with you this time. You will understand why I’m doing this when you locate Lola. From this point on son, stop coming here until you return, my daughter. This is entirely your fault and entirely your outright lies.""Mother, what
~Lola~As the train pulled away from NYC, heading to Ozark, I thought of the opportunities I had to express how I felt for Dante, but I couldn’t. The prom night, our dinner dates, on my 18th birthday, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’ve been told that no matter what, a girl shouldn't be too desperate. His mom told me I should never tell him. He would have to realize his feelings for me himself. Sadly, it took years, and I'm still counting. I chuckled because it never happened; it was all in my head. Dante and Lola's story was all in my head, and this is our goodbye. Sadly, our story ends today. The story that was never there—perhaps it was all in my head— There is no Dante and Lola going forward as there was never Dante and Lola even before. I will miss him. Dante was just a natural. I loved everything about him. It was so easy to talk to him; he was a great listener, and he laughed at my silly jokes. I have never once looked at any other man the way I looked at Dante. His smile, hi
~Dante~ I had so many opportunities to tell Lola how I felt. I wasn’t brave like the 16-year-old me. When I told her I’d be her Prince Charming and she’d be my princess when she reached the age of consent, I meant it. She kept the promise and valued the promise. She never complained when she saw me with my latest flings. She was there for me, hurting and wishing I would one day remember our promise. It’s not like I didn’t remember the promise. I couldn’t tell her how I felt. I just couldn’t. I had a reason to leave work early because I had someone waiting for me. She was there to celebrate every achievement with me. She was my rock. If only I had been bold enough, she couldn’t have left. If only I had told her how I felt on her prom night. If only I had come clean on our dinner date. I was so stupid. I would take her on dinner dates, wanting to tell her I loved her, but those three words wouldn’t come out. I wasted time, and the ifs don’t matter now because I lost her. I lost my smile
~Martha~ “Emily, do you know why I summoned you here?” “Not at all, ma’am.” “You are a family doctor, correct? And I know that the information I am about to request is confidential. However, the future of this family is at stake. You’re going to tell me what happened to my daughter on her wedding day.” I breathed out, “Everything.” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Monroe, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to share that with you.” “Lola vanished, and she didn’t leave a note or anything indicating where she was going. Do you realize that if something happens to her, you will be held accountable? What if she is alone and sick? And you are refusing to disclose to me the information I have just requested?” Emily and Dante are the only ones who know what happened that night. I have asked Dante, but I can see through his lies. He is my son, but I know very well that he is the reason my Lola left. Emily is my last hope at this moment. Emily may not know where Lola is, but I am certain she is aware of what
~Lola~The drapes allowed some light from the sun to shine through. It was obvious that the overcast weather of October had not yet lifted from the landscape. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the bright sunlight beat down on my face since I really needed more rest. The loud blaring of the alarm, on the other hand, prevented me from getting any more sleep. I slowly sat up in bed and gazed around at the unfamiliar surroundings while I was in a haze. Where exactly am I? I scratched the back of my head and took another glance at the environment. It took some time before I finally registered that I was at my new residence in Ozark. It’s strange how difficult it can be to readjust to a new environment right away. I couldn’t help but crack a smile at the prospect of a fresh new day. I made my way up to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see whether I needed to go out and get some groceries. Of course, I did need to go out and get some groceries, but before I could do that, I wante
~Candice~What is happening at the moment is, to be honest, beyond my comprehension. Did Dante sleep with Lola? Why does he persist in not divorcing Lola despite the fact that Lola signed the papers to end their marriage? Did they really sleep together? Could Lola really betray me in such a way? I mean, I have never doubted for a second that Dante felt love for her, but I also never imagined that he would do something so inappropriate. To put it another way, they were friends. What exactly is going on here? I’m sure I’ve done something to make Dante hate me right now, but I have no idea what it is. If it turns out that that whore Lola had an affair with Dante, then I solemnly pledge to God that I will make her rue the day she was born. Nah, she couldn’t have slept with him. She doesn’t love him. It’s possible that she left because Dante finally confessed his love to her, but that’s not a given. She turned down his advances, right? I know that he always chants her name each time we hav
~Lola~The mansion was illuminated by dazzling lights, which were complimented well by the view of the mountain and the ocean. I took advantage of the fall’s crisp air by standing on the balcony and appreciating the season’s change. I was staring off into the distance while holding a cup of coffee in my hand, and all I could make out was the reflection of the light from my home on the water. I grinned and smelled Dante’s hoodie. There is still a whiff of him here. While I was reading a book to the little children, I drew up a chair and sat down. The cool wind touched my face only lightly, yet it was enough to bring down the temperature of my overheated body. I looked at the time on my wristwatch before heading back inside to continue my sleep.The following morning, when I had finished making breakfast, I made the decision to search for the nearest hospital in order to begin my prenatal care. As I made my toast, I was busy searching online for the nearest hospital, and I found one tha