Chapter 02

--He was the answer to her silent wishes, the darkness to her light.--

Tristan's POV.

Briskly walking out the door of the flower shop, I immediately shrugged out from my ruined jacket as I made my way towards my Mercedes packed a few blocks away from the flower shop.

Levi, my driver of five years and counting took my ruined jacket from my grip as he respectively pulled open the car door before shutting it carefully the moment I settled comfortably in the back seat.

A moment later and the car was zooming off towards another flower shop where I could hopefully get flowers without having to face a dumb thing ruining my perfectly neat suit.

"Get me a few lilies, by few, I mean fifteen lilies wrapped into a bunch. And please, be quick." I explained to Levi who nodded in understanding and went off into the mall where the car was currently parked by.

I reached up and unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt as I pulled on the knot of my cream coloured tie till it hanged loosely against my neck like w wrinkled rope, finally giving me the space I needed to breathe.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, the cold air blowing around me as it blew into my face, slightly soothing the headache that was about to hit home in full force.

Today marks the fifteenth year since I lost my parents, I swallowed emptily as I tried not to think about that particular day which was as fresh as the dreams.

Each year, I always made sure I get my mother a piece of her favourite flower which was the lily and place it by her grave stone. As the year passed, so did the amount of flowers increased in numbers till it got to a good amount of fifteen.

A sound dinged from my phone which I inspected immediately as I reached for my phone tucked into my jacket.

Turns out it was a reminder which I set so as to remind me since I was a hundred percent sure I would forget, which I obviously did forget had it not been cause of the reminder.

A reminder stating I was supposed to visit my uncle who brought me up since I lost my parents. I had made it a routine to create time to visit my uncle on this particular day even though I just saw him last two weeks.

Through the amount of stress and work I go through, I wasn't surprised about me forgetting about my plan to visit him.

I'll do that after leaving the graveyard, I concluded within myself just as Levi pulled the driver's door open as he let himself in and shutting the door firmly behind him.

"Thank you, Levi." I thanked a flustered looking Levi as I collected the bunch of flowers from his grip and laid it carefully on the space beside me.

"You're welcome, Tris."

"You know what to do." I muttered as I allow my head to fall back against the soft head rest with my eyes falling shut as I tried not to allow my mind to wander off into a thinking mood while the car drove away.

******

  I came out from the grave yard with my head cast down to hide my reddened eyes as I made my way to my car and pulled the back door open before pulling myself into it and slamming the door behind me as I sat down before returning to my former position of my head resting against the headrest of the chair.

"Where to?" Levi quietly asked as he sensed my mood.

"Uncle's." I briskly replied without opening my eyes for a second as the car drove off towards my uncle's home, the feeling of sadness and regret of losing my family settled over me as I took in a deep breath before puffing it out slowly.

Back in the grave yard, I felt empty as I sat down on the stone arranged nearly beside her grave as I laid out the flowers on the stone.

I had stayed in that position for a good two hours, my mind which I've been trying to stop from thinking wandered into places I'd rather not visit at that moment but most times, my mind just doesn't do what I prefer, instead, it goes ahead and do the complete opposite.

The urge to cry had hit all of a sudden when I remembered how horribly they had died but I suppressed the urge cause my uncle just wouldn't be happy if he found out that I cried while visiting my mother today.

It has been up to fifteen years, surely the pain has reduced to a dull ache, my uncle would say but he just doesn't really knows me.

He doesn't knows how deeply I feel emotions and how hard it takes for me to let go of something or somebody.

Sighs.

Nobody understands, nobody will.

~~~~€$~~~~

Snow's POV.

    "I am so fucked, Christie." I muttered dejectedly as I combed my hand through my hair, a helpless feeling settling over me in waves.

I really was helpless at this point, there was absolutely nothing I could do at this moment.

Mrs Mary had come in not too long after the small looking teenager left after showing a little sympathy.

It wasn't like I needed sympathy AF that moment, I needed and still need money!

To say Mrs Mary was furious was an understatement, to cut the painful story short, she ordered me not to come back with another painting equipment if I was considering getting another bunch.

She doesn't even know that I didn't have a dime on me, talk less money go get another painting assets.

I had left her shop almost in frustrated tears as I made my way towards my girls house who lived a few blocks away from mine.

"Aw, come on, she's probably jealous of you collecting her customers with your painting skills and has been looking for an excuse to order you not to step foot into her shop again." Emma interjected as she lifted her gaze from the laptop which was currently on her laps cause she was vigorously tapping away on the keys a moment ago.

"Exactly!" Christie took up from where Emma stopped but I shook my head weakly as I fell into the bed I was currently perched on, the soft foam cushioning my pounding head.

"Look guys, I don't even care about that anymore, it's been done. And even if she didn't ask me to stop coming, there was no way I could be able to go back there without a new set of water colours. Not the normal one, but the one that actually stays on paper once it dries off, so that's completely out of the question now." I argued to kill any other though in their head concerning painting.

"How about the jobs you applied for, have they sent you any mails yet?" Christie inquired while I shook my head in reply, another feeling of helplessness washing over me again.

Fuck, I hate this feeling.

Ever since I graduated from college a month ago, I've applied for jobs in over four of my dreams company after filling the form carefully and sending across my application, but still, no response.

Two weeks after graduating from college, I still had a lot of hopes in myself since I had done well in school, so there was absolutely no way one of the companies I applied in wouldn't take interest in me.

After one more week, I had to get off my butt and work for the bills and my stomach coupled with the house rent.

I had known Mrs Mary since I got to my current house in my final college year, so asking for a spot in her flower shop hadn't been hard at all, and since then, things became a little bit easier.

Although I didn't earn much, heck I didn't earn one tenth of the pay I've always imagined myself earning once I finish from college, but at least it was something since it kept food in my stomach daily and I wouldn't have to rely on my friends who were always so eager to help me, most times it gets embarrassing when you're always in a tight spot with your too kind friends always eager to pull you out of that particularly annoyingly embarrassingly spot.

Now, I don't have a dime on me, no excuse of a job, nothing. And I couldn't even dare to go look for a job in a restaurant or the likes, least I forgot, I am a clumsy as a newly born puppy.

I let out a dejected sign as I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face into the curve of my elbow as I willed myself not to cry out of frustration.

"What the fuck, I just saw a job vacancy at Nets." Emma screamed, her voice tingled with excitement tugged at my heartstrings with curiosity as I slowly raised my head up and gnawed at her bent head with her gaze focused on the laptop before her, a small smile playing across her lips as she tapped on and on before raising her head and saying in a very excited voice.

"You're applying for this job, Snow!"

"What the fuck, how?" I asked no one in particular as I dragged myself off my spot on the bed to the space beside the couch Emma was currently sited on, but Christie beat me to it as she gleefully bounced into the spot I was focused on a second ago.

I threw her a nasty glare which she laughed off with a laugh right before she focused her gaze on the laptop screen.

I knelt down beside Emma's leg cause I wanted to see the laptop as clearly as possible, my lips parting in surprise and bewilderment at the thought of me working in a company as big as Nets.

I can remember looking up on the internet for vacancies concerning the particular company but find none, the only one I saw was the post of a manager which required a diploma one and two along with other nerve requirements, I had instantly wiped my mind of any thoughts concerning that company.

Well tonight, had me kneeling beside Emma with Christie sitting on the other side of Emma as we stared carefully into the screen as Emma edited my already drafted application letter which had been prepared since a month, in a little while and the application letter was ready as it could ever get.

"We're sending it already." Christie drawled out in a sing song voice

"Wait a sec, what if they don't consider me at all, I mean..." I started to say on second thoughts but Emma rolled her eyes before turning to face me in a disapproving before admonishing.

"It's not that big a post, it reads 'secretary' here, so I'm sure you'll get hired."

"Hopefully." I muttered lowly as I stated at the form Emma was helping me fill, what would I do without these people in my life?

'Probably die out of loneliness.'

"And I just know the pay's going to be a lot, like I mean... It's Nets we're talking about here." Christie drawled out firmly, making me wonder about it being slightly true.

Lord, let me get this job, please. I echoed in my mind just as we went over the form once again before clicking on the 'submit' button together.

"Today's a Thursday, so hopefully, they'll request for an interview from you on Monday!" Emma declared just as she powered off her laptop and closed it shut before hugging it to her chest as she nodded her head along with what she was saying.

"Let's stay positive!" Christie announced before bouncing on the couch like an excited child, I rolled my eyes as I made my way back to my spot on bed before flopping down in my former position with my face buried into my bent elbows.

A sound dinged from my phone which I kept on the small table beside the bed. I reached for it then gave the text a quick glance before returning it to its former spot on the table.

It was a text from a random number like everyday saying almost the same thing day by day.

Why the heck do some motherfuckers that I have no idea who they are keep texting me daily?!

Lord know I'm tired of this silly games, if it's a prank, that is.

'I love you, Snow.'

Those same annoying words kept coming into my phone day by day which I've always pushed to the back of my mind due to something more important taking up the space in my head.

******

"Oh my gosh, Snow! Nets sent you an email!" Emma screeched into my ears just as I was about to drift into a tired and dreamless sleep a few hours after sending the application letter to Nets.

"Whuut?" I mumbled in a sleep filled voice as I slowly pushed myself unto my elbows.