Jerry was rooted to the door, his gaze fixated on the unexpected turn of events before him. It was something beyond his imagination. Not even close. A woman, wearing one of Fred’s shirts almost inappropriately, stood half naked looking for Fred in his other room.She didn’t seem to even notice, or maybe she just didn’t care, that Jerry was in front of her."Fred?" She called out, a high-pitched and indifferent voice as though Jerry wasn't standing there.The walls felt as though they were closing in on him. The air was trapped in his throat, fists were drawn, and the heart rate increased. What he was currently witnessing was incomprehensible.How could Fred have someone in his room at this hour? And still, come to talk to me like he really cared? What was happening?.“Excuse me?” Jerry’s voice was low and firm, though his body betrayed his rising anger. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” His eyes fixed on the lady, unwilling to look away. Her presence pissed him off more t
Laura finally gathered the strength to steady her breath, the fluttering in her chest slowly subsided. With great effort, she managed to bring her trembling right hand to his face and touched Jerry’s cheek as she spoke. “Jerry…” She began, her voice quiet, shaking as if it were about to break. The sentence was daunting, quite literally. She never would have thought she would find herself in such a situation, definitely not like this and definitely not with him. “I… I can’t even express how conflicted I am at this moment, but I had no idea you liked me that way. All this time I thought you considered me as a friend, a colleague.”She had never intended to cause him any pain. He was her best friend and now she was going to let it all go and there was something she had to say that was going to be the most cruel. “But how could I let him down easily?” She wondered. “How do I explain to him, that even if he is a perfect man, and in every way I have no problem with him, I just don’t love
“I had no idea I’d get to see you again,” the female voice continued, dripping with an eerie tone as she stood before Laura and blocked her path. The woman’s posture was confident, almost as if she were relishing the moment, and there was a sinister gleam in her eyes as she looked directly at Laura.Laura came to an abrupt stop, a bitter wave of familiarity engulfed her. This was one of the women who had conspired against her in her last workplace, the very same women who had accused her of stealing, resulting in her disgracing firing.It seemed incredibly cruel that they would have to meet again.The woman’s figure somehow interfered with the space that was supposed to be empty between them. She smiled with mischief all over her face, as if warming up to Laura’s discomfort.Motioning step with one foot forward, she studied Laura with unsettling intensity and narrowed eyes.“Did you have to stalk me again?” Laura lashed out her voice a little sharp, irritation painted on every word.
“A coffee shop? Really?”, “Such a shame,” came the voice in an arrogant tone whether for the grief or mockery. The man smirked and glanced at the broken cup and coffee spill on the floor beside Laura.“And you should clean the mess you just made too. I’m not surprised you’re good at destroying things,” he added with a cruel laugh.Laura froze, her hands tightened into fists at her sides as the voice sent a shiver through her. She slowly looked up, her heart sank. It was him. The man who was her boss in the past and sacked her from her employment as a cleaner without affording her an opportunity to clarify herself was next to her. She could feel his unpleasant presence hovering over her.Jerry stood a few steps away, noticed the tension, and stepped forward, he placed himself protectively in front of Laura. His jaw tightened as he fixed the man with a firm, warning look.“Laura… who is he?” Jerry asked, his voice calm but with an edge of anger.“He’s the one I told you about,” Laura r
Laura stood frozen at the door with her body formed by that warm sunlight pouring down the afternoon. Her expression was more unreadable than the rest, though her cutting gaze went straight through Jerry's soul as the air became thick with tension. "Who was it you were talking with, Jerry?" She asked in soft tones filled with a paradox of calmness and suspicion, as each syllable sounded like distant thunder predicting a coming storm.Jerry's eyes went round and his throat dropped. The sound in the air went dead, then as his heart raced he sprang abruptly to his feet, making the chair scrape against the floor with a sharp, jarring sound. He hurried toward her, his movements were clumsy, almost desperate.Laura’s brows furrowed slightly and her sharp intuition kicked in. “Jerry? Are you sure you’re fine?” She asked, her tone more probing now. Her gaze lingered on him like she was dissecting every word, every gesture, every hesitation.Jerry swallowed hard and nodded hastily. “Oh… ye
“Miss Laura… is everything alright?” The man from the squad asked gently, his brows furrowed as he observed her reaction to the photograph.Laura's trembling fingers reached down, knees buckling slightly, to grasp the passport photo lying on the ground. Breaths came in short, jagged bursts, and her eyes widened in astonishment as that face stared back from the glossy paper."I-I know this girl," Laura practically stammered, voice at a whisper barely audible. "I can't believe this." She gripped the photo tighter, knuckles turned white as if the intention was to crush it."Why would she do this to me?" Laura muttered to herself, her voice cracked with emotion. “And how… how did she even know my address?” The words seemed to carry the weight of betrayal, and her gaze remained locked on the photograph as tears welled up in her eyes.The squad leader stepped forward, his presence commanding yet composed, exuding a quiet authority that seemed to anchor the chaos swirling around them. His e
The cold air in Laura’s living room was thick with tension as she stared at Jerry. The photograph in his trembling hands seemed like a puzzle piece that didn’t belong. The emergency squad’s murmurs were a low hum in the background, adding to the surreal nature of the moment.“Wha–Wha… What’s going on, Jerry?” Laura’s voice cracked as she moved closer to him and her eyes scanned his face for any hint of explanation. Her fingers twitched at her side, unsure whether to grab his arm or snatch the photograph herself.Jerry’s face contorted with disbelief and anger. “I can’t believe this… Miss Mary did this?” His words came out as an incredulous whisper before escalating into a shout. He held up the photograph as though it might burn him. A look of disgust mixed with anger washed through him.“You know Mary?!” Laura’s voice rose in pitch, fueled by equal parts confusion and dread. Without thinking, she grabbed Jerry’s shirt, pulling him close in a frantic gesture that almost seemed like
"Glad to meet you once more!" Laura exclaimed in great excitement and utter surprise as she rushed out of the room for a better look. She was beautiful, having bright almond-shaped eyes that told secret stories.A slim and moderately tall girl, she carried herself with a kind of elegance that seemed almost too sophisticated for someone of her station. Her hair fell into a short bob that made her neck perfect, and her bright, flawless skin gave her a glow. "Oh my! Laura!" the lady exclaimed as they rushed to one another for a warm embrace. "I can't really believe that I can find you here!" Laura said, stepping back slightly to view the features of the woman, as if to verify that the person whom she was seeing was indeed her.“You work here? For Fred?” Her tone was incredulous, as though trying to piece together how their worlds had crossed paths again.“Yes, Miss Laura,” the woman responded, her smile as bright as ever. “After I got fired from the company, I bumped into Mr. Fred on
A puny cry gave its echo through the corridor of the hospital, sharp against the heavy silence, as a sudden sprinkle of light in the darkness. Short, yet long enough to create a ripple of emotion in the waiting room.Fred raised his head, his eyes wide in disbelief. "What... was that...?".Helen gave a gasp and within a moment her hand flew to her mouth, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Oh my God, that’s the baby! That’s Laura’s baby!" Jerry sprang up from his seat, almost toppling his chair. "She did it!”. “She really did it!".And for a moment in Presbyterian Hospital, time came to a screeching halt. The coldness of the white corridors was stifled with raw, unfettered emotion. Fred, Jerry, and Helen stood utterly still, their hearts thumping, while the set of double doors at the end of the hallway held their attention.With that, the doors flung wide open, and the doctor emerged, his face blissfully lit up with joy and pride. Tension snapped in an instant."Congratulations!" h
The sky was deep gray when Fred, Jerry, and Helen reached the hospital. The car with headlights sped through darkening spaces, spilling brassy rays onto the glimmering glass entrance of the hospital. As he screeched his tires, Jerry drove the car to an abrupt stop. "Here!”. “We are here!" shouted Jerry as he jumped from the car, running to the rear door. Fred held Laura in his arms, a mask of horror and concern.“Hold on, Laura. Just a little more”. "We are at the hospital," said Fred, hopeful, his voice straining, almost breaking under the burden of panic. Laura wrung her face as she shed tears. "It hurts… Fred… it hurts so badly… I can't...". A voice trampled by agony held in her throbbing, swollen tummy.Moments to spare, Helen dashed toward the hospital entrance and shoved open the glass doors. The sound of her voice arched in desperation through the reception area as she yelled, “We need help here! She’s in labour!”.Responding instantly, two nurses sprinted down from behind the
A soft golden sunlight fell across the driveway, bathing it beautifully as Fred's car gently rolled to a stop in front of the house. The trip from Laura's family house was quiet, really quiet, as though it spoke volumes in silence. Fragments of thoughts inhabited Fred and Laura, offering their thinking as they were trying to build a new life and future together. Fred turned his face toward Laura and noticed that her expression was calm and almost radiant. With one hand resting on her bulging belly, she was a silent but very potent reminder of the new starts ahead of them."Home sweet home," Fred said tenderly, with an affectionate smile as he turned toward her. Laura gazed in return, lips curling in a gentle smile of her own; though there was a sparkle in her eyes, one of wonder, hope, and just a hint of nervousness. "It feels... different now. More real." Fred gave her hand a squeeze before going on to add, "We will make it our home together."Out of the car they stepped, with warm a
The soft morning sun filtered gently through the curtains; it fell into the bedroom with a mellow light. It warmed the tumbled sheets and stillness of the room, bathing everything in gold, in a hush. Fred stirred first to awaken slowly from the very deep slumber that had followed yesterday's clutch of emotions and celebration. When his eyes fluttered open to adjust to the sweet light, the first thing that came into sight was Laura.She looked serene, her features were calm and composed, yet some signs of fatigue hung heavily on her features. The previous day's joyful nerves, tears, and chuckles left nothing for her to hide under the restful appearance of sleep. Somehow, Fred could tell that the day had not been easy for Laura, physically and perhaps even more emotionally. He gazed at her for an unusually long moment, physically taking in her look, he had now possessed her as a wife, a woman who carried his child.He reached out gently and brushed Laura’s cheek. The gesture was silent,
Jerry smoothly navigated the car into Fred's driveway; the tires barely made a sound crunching on the gravel under the soft evening light. At the gate, the security guard immediately recognized the newlyweds. With his face glowing with happiness, he quickly jogged towards the vehicle; his accession was respectful and yet openly thrilling."Congratulations, Mr. Fred, Miss Laura," he greeted them sincerely and graciously opened the car door with a courtly bow from the others. "It is an honor to welcome you home as husband and wife."Fred was the first to alight from the car; his movements were slow and deliberate. He turned towards Laura and extended his hand as she reached out and placed two fingers gingerly into his. As she stepped out of the car, indirectly from the porch light, that soft glow bathed her face, capturing those quiet, lovely smiles. Behind them, Helen and Jerry walked out of the car and gazed at each other, sharing a silent happiness reflected in their eyes.With a voi
Gasps rippled through the crowd, like waves crashing upon a still shore. Slowly, every head turned towards that sudden sound coming from the road. A hushed silence draped over the ceremony. Laura's breath stuck in her throat as the doors of the first vehicle flung open.Thomas stepped out first, calm and composed, and next to him was Maggie, her face unreadable. It was the second car that stole the moment. The doors opened, and three figures stepped out that Laura hadn't seen for what felt like forever: Sarah, Linda, Rose and Mary. Time seemed to halt. Every eye widened in disbelief. As if that weren't enough, Mr. Tim followed behind them, walking steadily. Then came the sheriff, his presence commanding even in silence.Laura felt her knees weaken. Her fingers clutched at Fred's arm for support. Her voice trembled as it slipped from her lips in a whisper only he could hear."Fred... who invited them? Linda and Mary... what are they doing here?". Fred's eyes were narrowed and confusio
The early sun caused a golden glare over the town, still sleeping against the softly glowing rays indicating the heaviness of that day. In her own little cozy bedroom, Laura stood at the window while a gentle breeze curled the curtains. She held her phone to her ear, while the presence of flutters in her chest showed excitement.And then his soft, warm voice fluttered in on the line. "Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well.""Yes," Laura replied, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers shyly, "though not without dreaming about today." A gentle chuckle came through the phone. "Guess what," continued Fred. "The event planner is on her way with everything you need: shoes, dress, and a few little extra touches." For a moment, her heart skipped a beat, dissolving into gales of giggles while she shook her head and pressed her fingers to her lips. "Fred, I cannot wait to see you"! She declared with all the joy she could muster."Same goes, beautiful; I want our day to be that p
Thomas picked up the call after a few rings, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. "Fred? What's up? Been a minute." Fred did not answer immediately. His eyes strayed towards Laura, who sat at the edge of their bed, fingers knotted together tightly, nervously. The evening light softened through the curtains, catching the shiny anxiousness in her eyes. On the call, Fred could hear possible laughter, a comical chuckle of Maggie's blended with Jack's lighthearted voice. It painted a picture of peace, a home filled with warmth and healing. The sound stirred something in him. Was it guilt? Regret? He couldn't name it, but it was heavy inside his chest. Fred tried to focus, coughing in an attempt to clear his voice. He reckoned: "I know it's all so sudden." "But Laura and I are getting married... in a few hours”. “Monday morning. Rockaway Beach." There was a pause at the other end. Not static, not silence, just a long moment that tied emotions in the quiet. "What?" Finally came from
Time unraveled, his breath slightly impeded, and his chest suddenly tightened with the apparent new stiffness of the atmosphere. For a split second, his legs were rigid and would not allow him to advance. The reverse of time seemed to be in action. Unending photographs flashed through his mind: dusty photo albums, grainy pictures taken in hospitals, the gentle voice of his parents telling bedtime tales, and the image of a woman who had become a treasured legend enshrined in the folds of memory. No, surely, not. It could not have been her. But the contrary was undeniably true. Years had conspired to inscribe their stories on her skin; once dark hair turned lustrously silver, but her eyes had remained constant. Kind and wise, Fred had never forgotten them. Even if time had sculpted her features, everything those eyes stood for was untouched. An agonizing heartbeat followed, and he took a step in her direction. There was another woman beside her, probably her daughter. The family rese