”Are you okay?”
My doziness stopped when Elijah asked me. I looked at his face . He touched my hand that’s touching the ladle that’s mixing the soup I’m making for our dinner.I look at my hand that’s being caressed by him.”You’re shaking.” he uttered under his breath.I chuckled awkwardly and let go of the ladle. He did the honor to do it. But I can still feel him glancing at me. Maybe wondering why I’m acting like this.”Are you good? You’re hungry or tired?”I smiled lightly and shook my head. He narrowed his eyes on me.”Something happened while you’re out?”I shook my head half-heartedly. I’m amazed by how he managed to sense that there’s something wrong with me.”I guess you’re tired.” he smiled sincerely. I smiled back at him.He
If I have a memory about my mother, I vaguely remember. I was so young when my mother and father had their own strokes of life. All I can remember is her face, and that’s because of the single photo she has with me.I was shaking when I held the tiny photo beside the magazine that Angelo had given me. The woman at the magazine looks a bit different than my mother. She’s well dressed and her hair is up to her shoulders. She’s a bit slim as well compared to mom. But seeing her laugh lines and how her eyes spark as she looks at Elijah who’s the center of attention, my senses just came strongly to me saying that this is my mother.“She’s still alive?” I asked myself, alone in my room. “But why would Angelo give this to me?”He said I’m lacking research. For sure he won’t give this to me if this has nothing to do with Elijah. He wants to pursue me to help him have our re
It took us a while to get into the place we’re going to. At first I thought we’ll be going to the Lounge since that’s the only thing I knew. But Elijah told me that one of his friends just got back from the navy and their group of friends threw a party for that friend. .That’s one of the things I realized from Elijah. He has this extensive range of people around him. Aside from his friends and colleagues, he knows a lot of people, maybe because of business. And that’s the reason why I am so nervous right now that I’m with him.He is well known. You try to type his name in the search bar and you’ll see a lot of results. Of course, people would wonder how a person like me would be with someone as high as him.”Don’t be nervous. You’ve met some of them before.” he whispered as he brushed his lips to my ears.The house is almost above the hill. I saw cars parked at the extended
“Stop drinking baby. Your liquor tolerance is not that good.””Hmm-Hmm,” I hummed and shook my head.This should be a good night. After hearing all of that from Molly, I started to get a bit too overwhelmed. I just want to enjoy the moment. Every single drop of what’s right now and not about the future.The group became lesser and lesser as the night went deeper, since some had gone home already while some came out and partied with the people outside.”Should we go home now? You need to rest.”I shook my head again because of Elijah’s unending suggestions.”It’s Saturday tomorrow. We’re fine.” I said and sipped the lemon after a tequila shot.He hissed and groaned lightly watching me being a pain in his ass. I giggled and pinched his cheeks.”You’re drunk.” he said more to himself and not to me.&
”What?”I saw his pupils stopped as I said those words. I smiled and looked at him adoringly. I didn’t answer him and settled myself to just appreciate our time here. Well, in this restroom.”Emma!” he nagged.I laughed at him which made him even more frustrated. In one swift move, he scooped me and placed me on the sink making our level meet.”Repeat what you said.” he said with a warning tone.”Repeat what?” I laughed again.He bit my lower lip and I giggled because of how frustrated he is.”Damn that beautiful mouth of yours,” he mumbled. “Tell me. Tell me you love me, again.”He watched my beams as I caressed his hair. This man, the only man that made me feel like this. The only man who told me I’m worth it, the only man who made me feel more than what I deserve. With him, I was never
My brain stuttered hearing the name he mentioned. That literal moment in your life, where you are stuck between understanding and denial. Like, ‘this wasn’t it.’ ‘This was not supposed to be it.’ But this is my reality.Amelia Hampton. My mother, who’s also the woman who took care of him, right? The woman who I longed for my whole life, took care of someone who’s not his blood. And now, I’m starting to question my existence here in his life.A forced smile appeared on my lips as the tears continued to shed. Without any sob, without any whimper - just plain pain.”Mother. You mean my mother.”Extreme hints of defeat and anxiousness appeared in his face.”There! That question must be worth a million dollars, huh?” I spat bitterly.”Baby-””I don’t want to hear your bullshits!” I shouted when he tried to step
“I looked for you. Everywhere. I promise.” I calmed down a bit. He brought me back to the bed again and he kept on explaining on bended knees in front of me. I didn’t speak. I tried to control my emotions and to process everything. ”I almost gave up, Emma. I almost lose hope because looking for someone I didn’t know was not that easy. And your mom only remembers your name and slightest things about you.” He’s right. I don't remember things that much. All I know is her name and if this photo is not with me, I wouldn’t have remembered her face at all. ”But I can’t bear to stop looking for you thinking that you are everything she wanted. She helped me be the person I am today, she helped me when I thought it’s the end for me too. And here you are.” Cloud of tears started to appear in my eyes again.He didn’t do anything wrong. But why
Even after hearing all that from him, something is still lacking. I wanted to ask more questions, I wanted to ask more details. Yet, I didn’t know where I should start. And that just isn't what makes it more complicated, sometimes the past should not be forgotten because that past takes a big part of the future.I wondered, did he really loved me or did he just love the thought of me? The answer? How would I know? I don’t want to ask him. I’m afraid to hear his answers.He convinced me to eat breakfast with him. I am miserably seated on the dining table while he calculates all my actions. When he put the soup in front of me, I asked him questions.”Where is she now?”He sighed and put the spoon in front of me.”I’ll take you to that place when you’re ready.””I am ready.” I said without thinking.He eyed me ser
”Are you sure you want to do this?”I pursed my lips and nodded. I felt him holding my hand tight before he opened the door on his side. He opened the door for me and just by feeling the breeze of the wind, the aura and the presence that’s surrounding me changed right away.”Here,” Elijah led the way for me.Seeing the tombstones of deceased people gives me that kind of empathetic feeling. I’ve never been into a memorial park before, so I must admit that I’m not sure why I’m feeling this heavy.Me and Elijah walked not that far from where that car was parked. When we passed by an old tree, that’s when he stopped.I glanced at him and his eyes spoke already. My head turned to the direction of the headstone that’s in front of us.I was struck. The first sentence got me. Like this is the only moment that it finally sinks into my head.”In loving