Samuel My eyes struggle to believe what I see— she's lying motionless and heavily bandaged on the hospital bed. She looks so vulnerable and fragile, and the severity of her injuries is evident in the numerous tubes and wires snaking around her arms. Even though she's out of danger, I don't think I wanna see her in this condition. It's been a while since I'm here, just staring at her and watching her breathe. She has movements— those muscle spasms as her eyelids quiver and her fingers move. It means nothing, but deep down it makes me feel better that she still doesn't feel the pain, does she?I badly wanna know. "Hey, firefly!" I lean closer to her face. "I'm not sure if you would want me this close to you and even if you don't want that, you can't ask me to leave"I pause for a while, wondering if I should continue. I inhale deeply. "I just wanna know if you feel the pain when you're not here mentally. Do you feel the ache when you're in another realm? If you don't, I will not ask
Chrisanna After coming home, mama and Fifi, both went on to a full-on nursing mode. They finally left me alone after feeding me the whole bowl of tasteless soup and I grabbed a magazine to kill time since Samuel disappeared again after bringing me home. So, he's still in that angry mode? Then why did he have to come here? He should have stuck with his stupid anger and let me be. I'm so frustrated that I don't feel like doing anything. Straightening myself, I toss the magazine aside and strive to get up from the couch. I just asked Mama to shift me to the couch from the bed but my restlessness won't let me stay in a place for longer.It's hard to handle yourself with a fractured hand, for sure. I struggle to get onto my feet while pressing my left hand against the wall. In the next blink of my eyes, I feel myself lifted in Samuel's arms. I was definitely not ready for this. He just appeared out of nowhere. As I keep gawking at him in disbelief, he leads me to the bed without a word
Samuel I started distancing myself ever since I was young. It was when I was ten and I got the opportunity to get into one of the most renowned schools through a sports scholarship. Spending five years of my life alone as a child was difficult but I preferred it that way. Mom would come to visit me every month, driving more than two hundred miles to spend the weekend before I eventually moved to the UK for a whole year when I was fourteen. I hadn't seen Mom for a whole year. My scholarship could be renewed since the club didn't want to lose me. But I didn't take the opportunity after I was done with the last league I played in the UK. That was the year I turned fifteen, yet to finish the tenth grade. The new school year was about to start and I was torn between the two decisions to make. Either fill in the form and stick with my life as the way it had been, or get a ticket and fly back to Texas. To mom. To everyone. I did the only thing I always did when I needed an answer. I wen
Samuel The thing happened that I feared the most. Mom said it would be best if I joined the school Chrisanna, Eric and Kylee were in because it was the best school in the city. However, she told me I wasn't forced to go to that school if I didn't want to. But St. Blufecent has been the only school in the city which had a professional soccer team and was associated with a huge club. At that point, if I prioritised anything, it was my passion for soccer. I wanted to be in the best team for the best opportunities in future since I left the club that could take me where I wanted to be in the next decade.But at the same time, it was like a risky action to make when I had a full-length distraction growing as a whole girl. The damn girl with whom I shared a brotherly relationship just a second before she crashed over me and all my old sentiments went out of the window. Maybe, that's what happens when you take a break from seeing each other and grow up from kids to teenagers being apart.
Chrisanna"Oh, girl. You're again in trouble. You know that?" Dr Vega says while treating the bruises under my eyes and jaw.I hiss a bit, cursing that whole gang of assholes inside of my head. I could have trashed each of them if Samuel didn't come my way. Now, I'm in the school doctor's room, still shaking in anger."Yeah", I scoff as Dr Vega shakes her head in disbelief. "You have sworn to visit every week, haven't you? Fighting and beating people isn't a solution"I roll my eyes at her overused lectures when my gaze abruptly locks with Samuel's piercing cold eyes. Something happens to me with that stare and I can't help but feel a little nervous under his intense gaze. I look away, trying to focus on the long speech of Dr Vega to avoid that thing that was making me unknowingly so nervous. I completely forgot that he literally lifted me and carried me like a potato sack and we were on a damn display from the classroom to the doctor's room. He didn't speak a word after that. And
Samuel Uncle Scott invited us for dinner at their place. I would have turned it down if the invitation came from someone else. Gatherings suffocate me. However, I was still battling with my mixed feelings for Chrisanna. I knew I had the very first crush of my life on her. And it was going to give me a tough time. I had to keep myself away from her— no— keep my feelings away from her because she was clingy and wouldn't let me stay away. And also because it had already been hard for me to do that. I regretted not having friends to talk to. I wish I could tell someone about the crazy things I was going through. Eric had been a good friend ever since and we used to talk once a month through the only social media I use rarely. But there was no way I could share that with Eric when he was her best friend.Google came to be the only friend I could share anything with. And I was so shocked when I typed half of the sentence and my question automatically was on the suggestion list. I guessed
Samuel I feel a sudden surge of chill through my blood. My hand clutches around the strap of my backpack as I scowl at him. I don't know if I'm irritated, pissed, or kinda hurt by that damn word!"Hey!" Chrisanna exclaims, laughing. "I don't want another rumour before it gets official"A kind of suffocation builds inside of me as they keep talking. It should not affect me. I don't expect anything from Chrisanna and her life isn't my business. "Bye", Chrisanna says as the guy walks past us. I hold the urge back to ask anything from her. But I wonder if the guy will be good enough for her. I have been protective of Chrisanna whenever we were together. It didn't matter to me before.But now, I fear that if I show my genuine protectiveness, she might think I'm jealous which I partially am, but not more than I'm worried.We walk slowly toward the class as Chrisanna clears her throat."He's not my boyfriend yet", she tells me. I wish there was no 'Yet'That means, there's a chance he ca
Chrisanna"You're sure about this?" "I thought you never asked me if I was sure about something?" paa raises his left eyebrow while sipping from his coffee."Yeah. But when you don't like the idea of me dating right now I surely do have some doubts", I scoff, rolling my eyes."I surely don't like the idea but that doesn't mean I would find the guy suitable enough for you to date and still rush him off", he shrugs.It's weird to have such an open relationship with parents because it's just weird. Sometimes I feel like it would be much better if I had controlling parents and I could do anything behind their back and not feel bad about that. Now, I can stop informing them about anything that could be a big change to my life. Like my first boyfriend. Initially, paa didn't appreciate the idea of me having a boyfriend before twenty but he wouldn't stop me from having one. I ended up telling him about Marshall and he asked me not to answer Marshall until he asks me to. And he did what he h