Forever Love unfolds against the backdrop of the captivating island of Malta during the vibrant 90s. Joelle and Jason forge an unbreakable bond, their souls entwined in a dance of friendship laced with unspoken yearning. As their connection deepens, their hearts become entangled in a whirlwind of emotions. Amidst the twists and turns of fate, they find themselves entangled in other relationships, their desires suppressed beneath the weight of loyalty. Yet destiny, relentless in its pursuit, finally orchestrates their reunion. A blaze of passion ignites, painting their world in vivid hues of love and possibility. But love's journey is rarely smooth, and the road they travel is fraught with challenges. Fragile as petals, their romance falters, and they are forced apart. Joelle, her heart shattered, resolves to pour her energy into her work, seeking solace in its demanding embrace. Jason, undeterred by their separation, vows to reclaim her, defying all obstacles that stand in his path. Just as victory seems within his grasp, Joelle's very first love, Chris, reappears, captivating her with a magnetic charm. A whirlwind of emotions envelops Joelle, torn between the loyal and devoted Jason and the intoxicating allure of her past flame, Chris. In this enthralling tale of love's labyrinth, Malta's picturesque landscapes bear witness to a tempestuous struggle of the heart. Joelle stands at the crossroads, faced with a choice that will shape her destiny. Who will be her forever love? Will she follow the path of familiar affection, or venture into uncharted territory in pursuit of a long-lost flame? The answer lies within her, waiting to be discovered amidst the timeless beauty of Malta's shores.
Lihat lebih banyak- Joelle -
It was a warm afternoon in May, and the sun bathed the campus in its golden light. The fragrance of geraniums planted all around filled the air, pleasing my senses. As I sat on a wooden bench with Jason, the only sounds that reached my ears were the melodious chirping of birds and the occasional footsteps of passing students. Jason leaned against the backrest while I lay with my head in his lap, facing the radiant sun, and my legs were comfortably bent, resting on the bench. His hands gently ran through my hair, creating a soothing sensation. Despite the impending exams, I had never felt so relaxed. Yet, there was a nagging thought in the back of my mind—when did we become so close?
To any casual observer, we appeared like any other young couple on campus, the quintessential college sweethearts filled with dreams and aspirations. But the truth was that there was nothing romantic between us. We had shared a few classes during our time at Junior College, but we never really spoke or interacted. However, fate had a different plan for us. On the first day of Medical school, Jason happened to sit next to me and realized he had forgotten his pen. In a moment of disorganization, he asked if I could lend him one. I handed him a magenta pen, which, to my surprise, he never returned. From that day forward, we became inseparable. We sat together in class, shared notes, and collaborated on group assignments. Jason was there to comfort me when I felt overwhelmed, like the time I vomited at the sight of my first abdominal surgery. And I reciprocated when he was confined to his home for two weeks with chickenpox. We talked every day—shared gossip, discussed schoolwork. He, on the otherhand entertained me with stories of his attempts to teach his cat tricks, despite my concerns for the poor feline.
During those two weeks, I realized how much Jason had come to mean to me and how deeply I missed his presence when he wasn't around. The classroom felt empty without him, and I felt adrift. Prior to starting medical school, I had never struggled to enjoy my own company. In fact, I often spent my time alone in the library or taking solitary walks around campus. But this time was different. It was as if I had become dependent on his companionship. I missed our morning coffee at the university canteen, his witty and sometimes irritating remarks about anything and everything, and seeing him jotting down notes with my magenta pen.
When he returned after those two weeks, the first thing he did was embrace me tightly. His strength and broad physique made me feel fragile and small, but surprisingly comfortable in his arms. He ruffled my hair, affectionately resembling an older brother's gesture towards a younger sibling, and told me he had missed me. I wasn't sure how to interpret it at the time, so I didn't dwell on it too much. I was just grateful to have him back and hoped he wouldn't be absent again anytime soon.
From that point on, my feelings for him underwent a subtle shift. To be honest, I couldn't exactly pinpoint or define my emotions. I loved him, but I wasn't romantically in love with him, if that makes any sense. I worried about him whenever he did something reckless, missed him when he wasn't around, but I never daydreamed about being in a relationship with him, sharing intimate moments, or even kissing him. We were starkly different individuals. Jason was the loudest, most outgoing person on campus—the life of every party, known by everyone. On the other hand, I had never attended a campus party until he dragged me to one.
In all honesty, I felt completely out of place, and it was only with the help of a Gin and Tonic that the night became bearable.Fast forward to the present moment, with my head nestled in his lap, enjoying his gentle touch on my hair.
"What's on your mind, Bugs?" he asked playfully, interrupting my train of thought.Bugs was the nickname he had bestowed upon me during our first year of Med school, four years ago. It originated when I stopped to rescue a snail crossing our path, relocating it to a nearby field. When he inquired about my action, I explained that I was saving its life, preventing it from being stepped on and crushed. He jokingly remarked that I had probably led it to certain death since the field was home to a colony of hedgehogs who considered snails a delicacy. Eye-rolling, I hoped he was just making it up. For the next week, he called me "Bug savior slash killer," but eventually settled on Bugs as a shorter and catchier nickname. It stuck, and whenever we were alone, he referred to me as Bugs. Strangely, he never used it in the presence of others."Nothing much, just lost in thought," I replied, not wanting to share the details of my musings. I confided almost everything in him, but my thoughts and feelings regarding him were off-limits for discussion."About what?" he probed, refusing to let the subject drop."Finals," I lied, aware of his disbelief. I shrugged, and he decided not to push further. Trying to redirect the conversation and distract myself, I asked, "And what about you? You seem quiet as well." He glanced at me, then bluntly stated, "I'm thinking about how beautiful you are and searching for the right words to ask you to spend the rest of your life with me." His words startled me, causing me to sit up abruptly, as if doused in cold water. But then he burst into laughter. "Relax, Bugs! I'm just messing with you. The expression on your face was priceless. I wish I had recorded it," he said, smirking mischievously. Pranking and teasing people were his favorite pastimes, and he particularly enjoyed targeting me. However, more often than not, he failed to surprise me. I had spent so much time with him, learning his ways, that I usually anticipated his pranks. Not today, though. Lost in my thoughts, I had become too distracted to see this one coming. In response, I mustered all my strength and playfully punched his upper arm. "Ouch! That hurt," he exclaimed, rubbing the spot where I had struck him. Then, he proceeded to tickle me relentlessly, causing me to collapse on the floor, consumed by uncontrollable laughter.Joelle"So where does this leave us?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, as I took slow sips from my cup of coffee. "I don’t know," I replied, the words slipping out hastily, carrying the weight of my own confusion. "Us." The word echoed in my mind, carrying a weight that stretched far beyond its simple letters. Could there truly be an "us"? The past weeks had woven a tapestry of emotions, where he had become a haven, a sanctuary in the midst of my chaos. Each visit to him had turned into a lifeline, a respite from the challenges of reality. But was he more than that? Or was he merely that, an escape, a temporary refuge from my troubles? I felt butterflies in my stomach every time I was about to meet him. It was a familiar sensation, one that had surfaced years ago, igniting my memories and emotions. Without thinking further, I looked into his eyes, closed them, leaned closer to him and kissed him. He didn’t push me away and reciprocated. At that moment in time, it f
Chris Joelle's cheeks flushed as my words hung in the air like a bridge between the past and the present. In that moment, time seemed to fold back on itself, carrying me to a place of memories and emotions long buried. As she blushed I remembered what a brilliant student she had been, how I’d been unexpectedly drawn to her, the kiss we had shared and the hell that came after that. I knew it was time to apologize to her. I knew I would like never get another chance. “Joelle, I need you to hear me out,” I told her. “I’m sorry for…” I implored, my voice tinged with sincerity. My intention to apologize hovered in the air, caught between the gravity of past mistakes and the possibility of healing wounds. But before my words could find their path, she silenced me with the gentlest of gestures—two slender fingers pressed softly against my lips. Our eyes met, a silent exchange laden with emotions. There, within the depths of her gaze, I glimpsed not only pain but also a reservoir of kindness,
I spent the next two days in self care mode. I took some time for me, something I hadn’t done in months, ever since I’d come back from Norway in fact. I organized my room, spent hours in the bath and I visited the hairdresser. I asked her to add a hint of purple to my hair, and had it cut considerably shorter. The change felt invigorating and revitalizing. After that I went for a long walk by the sea and simply sat there hearing the waves, and watching the occasional seagull. I found solace in the soothing sounds of the waves and the graceful flight of seagulls. It was a moment of tranquility, a chance to clear my mind and reflect on recent events. I thought about Jason, Norway and the previous night in the ER when Chris came in. I reflected on all that happened during the past six months. Up until a couple of weeks ago life had been good. Then I’d had that argument with Jason and my life flipped itself over. I realized that I had been so busy with work that I hadn’t really had time
- Joelle -The first patient came in and he was passed on to the first resuscitation room where my senior, another colleague and a team of nurses were waiting for him. As soon as the first patient was transferred, the second patient was wheeled on a stretcher in the second resuscitation room. “Get started Joelle, you’ve got this. I’ll be with you ASAP,” my senior shouted from the adjacent room. Right, I thought. This is my day. The day I prove I can do this. I saw the patient coming in and in spite of him being wheeled in fast I swear I saw it happening in slow motion. Everything seemed to slow down, despite the urgency. “Forty five-ish year old male, involved in a high velocity head on collision. A and B were stable at all times. I am suspecting a femur, right lower limb externally rotated and shortened. Right upper limb severely deformed, and bleeding. Tender at T4 and T5. Also tender left upper quadrant, possible splenic trauma. Hypotensive at 100/60, tachycardic with a pulse rate
- Jason -“That was delicious,” Joelle said as she licked her fingers. She’d eaten an entire Ftira with tuna, olives and marinated vegetables. “I’d forgotten how much I missed this,” she continued as she sipped her cola. She looked at the time. “Right, I need to run. I’ll meet you guys here as soon as I’m done,” she told us, planting a tender kiss on my lips before setting off at a brisk pace. I watched her until she was out of sight. Then turned to Kevin. “Things seem to be going well between you,” he told me. I nodded. “Rumor has it you’re a jealous guy,” he continued. “Now wait a minute…” I interrupted. He lifted his eye brows as he sipped his beer. “Is this about Aksel?” I asked him. “Hmmmm…. Yes!” he answered. “Who is the dude anyway?” I asked trying to sound less interested than I was. He took another sip, pausing for a moment before answering. “Let’s put it this way,” Kevin said. “He has absolutely no interest in Joelle. Zero. Nothing. Nada. At least not in THAT way,” he emph
- Jason -What was I missing in the whole sitauation? I was aware nothing romantic was going on between Aksel and Joelle, if it had, she wouldn’t have answered my call while he was there, but it pissed me off that he was there in the first place. They were obviously close, otherwise he wouldn’t have been there helping her pack! And what was the deal with Kevin? Ever since she’d moved there they had become the best of friends. There were moments before Joelle and I started seeing each other when I felt replaced. I felt like I had lost my best friend to one of my other close friends. She had become closer to him than to me. Admittedly though, I had been in a relationship at the time and I myself had restricted contact. He appeared quite comfortable around this Aksel guy too. I assumed he knew what his role in her life was. I made a mental note to ask him about him the next time we met over a beer…. Rephrase…. I made a note to interrogate him about him the next time we met over a beer.
- Joelle -The final week before my return to Malta was a whirlwind of activity. With only three days between the end of my contract and my departure, I had numerous loose ends to tie up and people to see. My colleagues had kindly organized a farewell party for me, although it meant sacrificing valuable time for running errands. Thankfully, Kevin arrived a week before my flight and, as had become customary, he stayed with Aksel. Their relationship had grown increasingly serious, and it was heartwarming to witness Kevin finding someone who respected him and allowed him to be his authentic self in public. While Kevin was open about their relationship here, I suspected that very few people back home knew about Aksel. The fact that he hadn't even disclosed it to Jason, a close friend, concerned me. I empathized with Kevin's hesitation but hoped Aksel would be understanding if the truth ever came out. On the third day of his visit Kevin called me. He apologized for not calling earlier but
- Joelle -He moaned as I massaged his head, and his moaning turned me on. He turned around and kissed me and I found myself moving my hands all over his upper body. He left me breathless. My hands wondered further down as I stroked his shaft. He nibbled my ear, then went down to my neck and found the perfect spot. He held my head with one hand and played with my breasts with the other as he sucked and nibbled on my neck. I ached for him down there and he knew it. He moved his hand in attempt to slide a finger inside me. “No, I want all of you,” I whispered in his ear. He smiled. He lifted me up with one hand as I wrapped my legs around him. He guided his shaft inside me and I let out a moan as I whispered his name. This was amazing. He held me with one arm as he placed the other against the shower wall and trusted in and out somehow finding the perfect rhythm. It wasn’t long before I dug my fingers in his arm and he knew I was about to climax. He let go and we climaxed together. Aft
- Joelle -I woke up to the delicious smell of toast and the sound of sizzling bacon. The bed was empty and cold. It seemed Jason had been up for a while. I got out of bed, following the enticing smells, and made my way towards the kitchen. There he was standing at my stove frying bacon shirtless. The smell was divine and the view heavenly. “That’s not a very smart move,” I told him. Frying bacon shirtless… what was he thinking? I quickly opened one of the drawers and retrieved one of my dad's t-shirts. Over the years, my dad had accumulated spare clothes at my place due to his frequent issues with lost luggage. I handed the t-shirt to Jason, who eyed me suspiciously before putting it on. He was a size larger than my dad, and the material stretched over his chest and back. I pulled him from his flanks and kissed him. “I might just hide your passport and keep you here under lock and key, I’m sure nobody would notice,” I told him. He smiled and kissed me back, then resumed tending to th
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