Alex..“Are you sure this is the right place?” I questioned Benjamin for what felt like the fiftieth time. Benjamin had been taking turns for the past hour, and I swear, some of the streets did look familiar like we were here some minutes ago. A smirk descended on his lip as he took another turn. “We should be close.”I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the chair. My eyes fixed on the pale streets. This wasn’t the best part of Brooklyn. The atmosphere was gritty and lively but worn out. The narrow streets were lined with aging brick buildings. Hardship shrouded its hostile light over this part of the city.“Still not going to tell me, what put you in such a grumpy mood?” Benjamin glanced at me. “Just drive,” I said with a gruff tone. A lot of thoughts flooded my mind. I hadn’t even processed what happened with Sophie—her request, what she actually wanted to tell me—when Benjamin called and said we needed to meet the man Mia had been paying. Hours had passed by. Images of Sophie—
Sophie ..Before my doctor’s appointment in the hospital, I leaned on the walls of the hallways—a part where I could smell the quietness. My phone was glued to my ears, and my other hand was wrapped around my body.“I’m so sorry. I promise to follow you the next time. Work has been so hectic.” Romi kept apologizing; guilt chipped more and more at her voice. I tapped my foot against the floor; the soft, rhythmic thud echoed in the hallways. “We are both adults entangled in our own lives, I understand,” I remarked with a low, weak tone.“You sound happy. Did you tell Alex about your pregnancy?” Flutters of papers came from the other end, and I could tell she was still busy. Two days had passed since that day in Alex’s office. It's like I have been carrying a heavy weight on my chest. I don’t know if it was hope or disappointment. My chest tightened for a moment as I remembered that day. “No. Something came up. Cathy happened.” I scratched my forehead before wrapping my hand around
Alex..Benjamin and I strutted into my company. The air was filled with murmurs and footsteps of workers. “Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir.” A blend of female and male workers echoed as they passed by.I nodded acknowledging their greeting and returned to the conversation Benjamin and I were having. “I checked the file yesterday, and something was off.”“I thought you checked it two days ago.” Benjamin chipped in.I raked a glance at him. “Maybe if we had caught that man and I was able to get answers from Mia. I would have been okay enough to go through the file.” My voice tightened. Benjamin smiled. “You are still not out of your grumpy mood.”I rolled my eyes. “I have two weeks and five days to call off my engagement; I don’t know how to go on with that.” My throat tightened as I remembered the scan pictures of my son, and it felt so real like the pregnancy wasn’t some kind of joke. “The mother of my child drugged me, and the only way I could get answers without minding the
Alex..All the good mornings fell on deaf ears, and the smiles fell on a broken face. The only thing I could hear were my desperate footsteps that echoed in the bright hallway. The bitter taste of my medication lingered on my tongue and back of my throat—it had finally become bitter.Approaching the door of Sophie’s workspace, Sophie’s voice broke through my deaf ears, and while an ounce of warmth seeped into my chest, a ton of pain tightened my chest. “Good morning, Alex.” An annoying smile crept into Mrs. Moore's lips. Ignoring her, I faced Sophie, whose eyes were fixed on the blank laptop before her—was she ignoring me?I ran my tongue along my lower teeth. “Can I see you in my office?” I gritted. Every second, my heart felt like a ticking time bomb about to explode.“I’m quite busy,” Sophie responded, her eyes still fixed on the blank screen.The least she could do was turn on the screen and pretend to be working, but she wanted me to know she was purposely ignoring me. She kn
Sophie..Romi pounded her chest as she choked on the food that hung in her throat. I handed her the bottle of water, and she snapped it down. A tear drifted down as she gulped down the water. Sighing, she dropped the bottle of water back on the table. "Wait, he burned the divorce papers.” She snickered.Normally, I would shoot her a sharp look. But the familiar warmth that filled her face and made me smile back. Since we’ve been sitting here for the past ten minutes, she has been looking down. Her eyes were heavy, and her lips were chapped. Being a designer like her, I understood how hectic this work could get. “I’m speechless. I’m dumbfounded. I’m lost for words. I’m tongue-tied…” “I get it.” I leaned back on the chair and crossed my arms. “They need to check him into the mental hospital.” It annoyed me that he could do whatever pleased him—getting married and having a family—while I couldn’t even move on. Alex wanted to keep me like I was one of his plane models. I have made
Sophie..Why did he look like someone who just returned from a battlefield? I had never seen him like this, and I could only wonder what had happened.The light that bounced off the white walls of the passage fell on Luca’s flushed face. His heavy and ragged breath disrupted the calm semblance of the passage. His hair was disheveled like he had pulled at it numerous times. His white shirt was rumpled, and his posture was tense. Digging his fingers into his hair and pulling at it. He closed his eyes, took a quick breath, and exhaled through his lips, letting out a puff. “I’m sorry.” He opened his eyes, and the anger in there struggled to fade. “You shouldn’t see me like this.” His voice softened, but there was still this hint of coarseness in it.My voice quivered, and my eyes refused to return to their normal size. I didn’t even know what to say or how to ask, so I opened my mouth and asked the most stupid question, “Are you alright?” Of course, he wasn’t; the room, his state—did t
Alex ..Two more days until Sophie’s deadline, and the knot in my lungs kept getting bigger, suffocating me. For the last four days, it’s like I have been walking around with a coffin in my chest, the accumulated dead feelings pressing against my heart. I had burned the divorce paper; I should feel safe, but this tension had gripped every layer of my skin. No amount of cold or hot water could ease. Tightening my face and tilting my head back, I tossed the pills into my mouth and gulped them down with the water. The bitter taste assaulted my tongue, making me smack my lips.A knock on the door filled my ears, preceded by a voice that only added to the tension beneath my skin. Yanking the drawer of my desk, I pitched the bottle of pills into the drawer and snapped it shut. “Mr. Watson.” Mr. Watson opened the door, his lips curled into his usual cunning smile. His steps were secretive, barely making a sound as they touched the dark brown marble tiles of my office floor. “Good day, M
Sophie ..Four days had passed, and Luca was still distant. It was worse—he had been locking himself in his room. He didn’t come down for dinner; he mostly ate in his room. I felt like he had been avoiding me. Despite telling him that night I wanted to be there for him, he was still shutting me out. The aroma of toasted bread and freshly brewed coffee romanced my nose as I stepped into the kitchen. The natural light filtered through the window casting its hue on the tray of the breakfast on the dining table.“Good morning, Ms. Sophie,” Paula greeted, picking up the tray.I flashed a smile. “Lemme give this to him.” My hand furled at both edges of the tray, my finger grazing hers. Palma stared at me, her hands refusing to let go. “Are you sure Mr. Luca would be okay with it?” “He would be,” I responded even though I wasn’t sure. I was more fixed on seeing him.Palma finally released the tray of food to me. I turned around and headed towards the stairs. With each step that drew me