“The third one.” “What?” “That one.” He says and I look at the movie currently ranked third. “Ah… a mystery thriller. Ok.” I say, switching it on and walking over to the sofa. I sit down, resting my elbow on the armrest, my back a little to him as I look over at the TV. Am I really watching a mo
VALERIE. An hour later, it’s over and, as he predicted, the killer was indeed Beth’s brother. The very same guy he had said it would be, but before he could say anything cocky, my phone rings and I pick it up quickly. “Zaia! How are you?” I say, not missing the way Zade stiffens. “I’m great. You
Jai’s. A flare of pain rushes through me and I’m about to rush over and snatch it from his hand when he speaks. “This is him, isn’t it? The man I killed.” My eyes flash, pain and guilt coursing through me. “Yeah, it is. Forgotten what he looks like?” I ask coldly, snatching the picture from him,
VALERIE.Driving to the hospital, I feel empty. It’s my first day working there, but since that day I haven’t spoken to Zade and it’s insane how… bleak everything feels.There’s been a few times he’s been watching me, and I spotted him, but he simply would turn and walk away.Along with his silence
“Well, I’ll see you two later. I still have two hours of my shift left,” Ronda complains, stifling a yawn.“You have fun, and I think I’m going to head home. I’ll sleep well today.” I say. “Oh and, I’ve filled out the paperwork for patient in room 2, bed C. Please make sure she’s checked up on every
I almost smile, taking out the carton to heat it up, only to find that the container is still hot. I place the bag down, tempted to go question him why he left it, but am I ready to see him again?It’s late too… but he’s obviously awake since the container is hot.Making up my mind, I quickly walk t
ZADE. Holding back was a task I have been failing at from the very first time I saw her on that battlefield. The moment I gazed into those doe-shaped eyes, even my stone heart was intrigued by my goddess-given mate. Awakened by the hope that the Goddess - whose trust in me was waning - had not for
I walk over to the bathroom door, watching as she washes her face with soap and water frantically, even going as far as to gargle. I turn away, feeling worse than I have in years. What was I expecting? I don’t have much to offer. I’m a man without an education, a man on the run… a man working in a