Briar's POVIt felt like the days had become shorter, taking into consideration how I was so consumed in my book. Though I haven't completed reading it yet, because I was reading it slowly; it's an amazing book. I especially adore the delicacy with which Johnathan takes care of Annika.Are coincidences really shaped so beautifully? Just like the gentleness of the wind as life passes by, do people really remain good even after the sun goes down? Maybe, I was thinking too deep into the novel, but I do understand her fondness into being alone due to the trauma, away from everyone; except that one person.Is love really a drug you shouldn’t take, yet it rules over you and drives you insane and makes you test your limits? Ironically, you are simply the only person to be blamed for it. Just like poison ivy, greedily begging for a potion to be poured out the pot of lust, dominated by the craving for that person’s touch; mentally and physically. Almost like being trapped in their chains, the
Gareth's POVThe day was almost over and so was my work. I now realize how much work mom did. I mean, it's just a school and still so many responsibilities; though my company makes my workload increase, but still, I’m near my exhaustion phase hitting, again.I wasn't able to get time to read the book. I tried reading further but last night I left my book in the library, because I had to suddenly attend a few business calls. I always prefer reading in my office, but because the entire place is getting renovated, I had to go to the library.Whenever I read in my room, I always end up getting very sleepy and because I don’t have much time to spare on this, I want to finish this book in a week. Obviously, it isn’t easy, taking in account how horribly impactful this entire piece of writing is. Every other story just brings in something painful to encounter. I was impressed by the human dynamics of relationships that are driven by lust or longing can take a much deeper aspect into consi
Briar's POVOur school's annual day was coming up soon. I was excited, because this year the senior-section’s parents were invited as well. Which meant, I would get to meet my parents before the vacations. This year, was also a lot more special because, one, I was a council member and two, I would be getting an award.The Computer Savvy award. As the title itself suggests, I represented my school last year in a national level computer competition, and I won the award for completing the task, the fastest and with great accuracy. I had always been interested in computers, a lot more than other subjects. I spent time, bettering my skills but soon, I was also able to explore a lot more about the world that survives and exists, online.A basic question I always used to get asked was, whether I can hack into a computer or not. For ethical purposes, yes. But I’d be lying, if I said I never tried unethical hacking. Obviously, hacking into online websites is simpler, than hacking into a well-p
Gareth's POV My book is finally finished after almost a week and my exhaustion level was almost taking me in a different dimension almost. I told my mother about finishing the book, she was happy, but her condition is deteriorating every day. I really wanted to meet her but she specially gave an instruction to my father that he would not let me leave the school on its own. My mother has always been a lot closer to me than anyone else in my family, naturally I also love and respect her the most. She wants me to take care of the school here, though I miss her a lot. This school was probably the only thing she loves more than anything in the entire world. She only, truly genuinely loved this institution, as her passion and connection with teaching, especially teaching girls. She had always been fond of studying, putting into consideration how her mother could never attain the education she deserved. Today she isn’t present in our world, but her words still remains and it always will
Briar's POVIt's been a few days to that incident. I haven't really met him since then. Yes, I had to go to his office for some work, every now and then, but I didn't make eye contact with him. And very expectedly he did the same. Maybe I was more conscious of my surroundings and every inch he moves, was becoming a part of my picture frame, but I somewhat did get the idea.I still can't believe I did that and was actually imagining something that is not just impossible but also extremely wrong. Starting to develop feelings for a man that is not my age, sounds rather like a scandalous deal; something simply I couldn’t afford to do. But what if…Nah!The entire day went wasn’t as eventful, it was rather quiet. Preparations for the Annual Day were going on and my schedule was very uneven. I wasn't really able to attend any class properly, but it wasn’t too bad either. Who wouldn’t like the idea of missing classes without getting scolded. But it was hectic at dorm, since I had to study th
Briar's POVBirthday was always a special occasion. Many people say the attention they might get on their birthday is something they always want to deviate by any means, but being honest, I loved my birthday. It was a unique day, obviously the attention was almost overwhelming at times, with me being left in awkward greeting conversations, I still enjoyed the feel of being shown love by people; even if it was fake or the person was least interested.Some people conclude, how every birthday, you move closer to your death, but I always thought my day to be like a calendar marker for another year’s experience and moments added to my life. It’s almost fascinating to see how time keeps ticking, stealing away our youth, but a part of you always remains young, which holds all the sweet memories like a bucket which never let go of the feeling of excitement. That’s the thing about time, you can never press rewind, with our brain being our only guide to our happy memory land.The next day, as e
Gareth's POVLooking outside my window finding and finding it dark made me happy because I was horribly tired. Finally knowing I’ll be able to rest longer, because it’s the weekend, send trails of relaxation all over my body. The day was a long one with no descending in my work, even a bit. I still had a few things left, but I decided to do them the following day; I was way too sleepy.Quickly changing into my comfortable pyjamas and t-shirt after taking shower, I was all ready for sleep. I looked at the clock for one last time and it was almost one in the morning. As I snuggled into my cosy bedsheets, it was warm and it felt good to relax my body after the tiring day. I stretched my body releasing the pain, blessing myself with a good sleep, as I closed my eyes.My eyes burnt when I closed them, I did like how cool it felt, but my relaxation came on a dramatic halt when I heard the noise of a glass shattering. The environment was calm, so hearing the breaking of it was very obvious.
Gareth's POVI was looking at the girls angrily, because even if I had already saved them all, they still need to understand and realise their mistake and moreover, I was curious about Briar’s state. I wanted to know how did she get so drunk. They were also scared, standing with their heads down. I sighed and seeing them like that, I got more upset than angry."Why did you all sneak out?" I said, in a low, upset voice. "You know, it's not safe outside, right?""You'll have your whole life for doing things like these. These restrictions are only imposed on you, till you're in school. Once you move out, you'll be free. No one will stop you." I said with a sad voice and they all looked guilty as well."Sit down." I said, when I saw them wearing heels and they all sat down on the sofa.I then, dragging a chair, sat down right in front of them crossing my arms. I looked at them with my head slightly tilted, as I wanted to know how and when did they sneak out."Tell me your names.""I'm, Bi
Briar's POVI looked up at the sky thinking to myself, how I would miss this soft fragrance of the freshness of this place. Sounds cliché as it is, but I can't possibly forget the memories of this neighbourhood. But the daylight was slowly dominating the ambience all across darkness I encountered.It's interesting to feel a strange harmony with this environment as if I'm deeply connected to it. I felt a huge load on my shoulders but at the same time I was relieved. My head was almost digging in the hand rest of the couch in the front yard, near our fireplace. The pain on the temple of my head felt nice as I waited for mom. Aurora invited my entire existence to start something new it seemed.We were leaving for the airport."Briar, is this your charger?" Mom asked, with a white adapter in her hand."Nah, mine is in my bag." I said pointing to my handbag on the table in front of me."Alright. Well, go to the car, dad is there. I'll be there in a minute." She said and went back inside.I
Briar's POVI held her tightly, burying my head further in her neck. I tried pouring out all that I had inside in the form of tears, but unexpectedly lamenting didn't change the dense feeling. I felt my chest filled, and the feeling of guilt was still the dominant one. Mom made me sit on the bed, taking a seat in front of me. The environment was a bit better now. Her soft hands touched mine as she made slight circles with her thumb on the top of my skin. I was calm and collected, definitely better than what I was a few hours ago."Since when do you him?" mom asked looking at me curiously.I gulped to make my dead dry throat a little soft. But even after trying to come up with an answer to her question, nothing but air came out of my mouth. I looked away, slightly biting my lip trying to gather some courage to answer."Uhm a f-few months." I said in a low voice."I see." Her usage of minimal words made my nervousness build up even more. I tried to hide it but who can possibly shield th
Briar's POVI could feel warm sunlight hitting my face as I walked in my neighbourhood. A place I loved hanging out at whenever I came back home in vacations. But today that road looked like a curse to walk on. Dad didn't utter a word to me the entire plane ride. Although he was completely silent, his words rang in my ears constantly. ‘I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you.’The more I considered it, the more I wanted to cry. I was being consumed internally by this guilt. Just because I followed my heart's desire, why have I had to endure so much sorrow and suffering?We arrived at the front gate after I dragged my feet around the driveway. I recall how this location had a distinct atmosphere only a few months ago. I was incredibly drawn to the slight scent of grass and the freshness. But right now, everything was excruciating, to even just sit there.I took a deep breath as mom quietly gestured me to come inside. I followed both of them inside, only to make the b
Briar's POVMy mind was occupied, I couldn't think about anything. I felt like my inner self was becoming numb as even the smallest sound in the room was ringing in my ears. It was an odd sensation. The fear was too strong. But I was also worried for him at the same time. Yes, it was illogical of me to worry about anyone other than myself at that time, yet I was unable to stop thinking about it. My hands kept shaking as though my body had lost all of its vigour.I could hear heels stomping on the wooden floor and the room felt chilly. Because of the deathly silence, I was sure of what the rumours were about and could hear every word in the area. Everyone was at leisure and had a current ‘hot’ issue to discuss. But I couldn't possibly care less. I had something more important to think about. My parents.I have no idea how I will respond to their questions. It would be an understatement to say that I was frightened because the thought of not being able to look them in the eyes while we
Briar's POVNext morning, I woke up all refreshed, expecting that a new day would be better. Although my body hurt, my mind was renewed, giving away how lazy I felt. It appeared as though my weekend's fatigue was still with me. I still continued to push myself as the memory of the last weekend hit me. I missed our little date, just when I woke up.Gretchen tapped my shoulder from behind as I was combing my hair. I turned around and grinned at her in anticipation of her asking me to mend her shirt or inform her of whether or not her uniform was in good condition, but she gave out a different vibe with her expression.I arched my brows in an effort to decipher the meaning behind her look. She was horribly composed while also being shocked. I was frightened since I couldn't read her face. As my breath became uneasy, a sudden feeling of unease crept across my entire body."Gretchen, what is it?" I asked her and she looked at me as her breath became deeper.It felt as if she doesn't know h
Briar’s POVIt had been a few days to our argument and even now, whenever Gretchen finds me going to meet him, a sheer displeasure on her face sits like a crown. Obviously, she wasn’t satisfied with the conversation we had that day, but her situation was helpless, because I wouldn’t stop, and she couldn’t stop me either. Though, a huge part of me felt bad for not being able to talk to her nicely ever since, at least now my relationship wasn’t totally hidden.Gretchen managed to cover up for whenever I went missing and I was taking good advantage of it. I didn’t lie to myself and shamelessly admitted how this temporary arrangement in my head seemed like a beautiful fashion. I was succumbing Gretchen to my plan, and everything sat pretty in my brain and he was becoming a part of every word I had with Gretchen.Like a lost being in a dense forest following a sole energy in order to escape the chaos of life, I was floating in his addiction. Within a stretch of over a month and a half, Gar
Briar's POV"Are you crazy?!" Gretchen frowned at me. She clearly looked extremely annoyed.She was the one who knocked on the door and as assumed by my intuitions, she knew about me and Mr. Wilson's relationship. I wonder how? But if I ask her at the moment, she'd probably beat the shit out of me. Yes, she would, not even kidding. I had nothing to defend myself with, because no matter how much I try to normalize this, our relationship can never be accepted by people. At least not initially."Do you have any idea what you are doing?!" Gretchen asked angrily and my face was down in embarrassment. "Answer me, Briar! Your silence won't clear my confusion." Her voice reflected the motherly disappointment and sisterly concern.I struggled to find the right words to respond, but it was impossible. What was there left for me to say to her? Who is she to comment on my relationship, should I say? I would go ahead if I wanted her to scream and possibly murder me in the process. She was simmerin
Briar's POVSince it was the weekend, I was in the dorm. Never have I wanted a weekend to end so soon. However, this time was unique. I tried to meet him—but was unable to. I tried to see him—but was unable to. I kept checking my phone as I tried to get the will to text him but did not want to bother him. Why would he make time for me when he has so much else to do? Even though I know he cares for me, I do not want to bother him only because I missed him because he might be busy. A little too much.I sat on the desk, completing my history assignment because everyone had already submitted but Mrs. Jones had granted me two more days to submit my work because I was busy with other student council duties. Though I had time, I was determined to do my work before time as to maintain a good reputation in front of her.It had always been my utmost admiration for her that interests me in the subject even more. Perhaps my everlasting crush on her just never seems to stray me off my path. I stil
Briar’s POV“Do you like churros?”“Hm?” He looked up at me, while I was leaning on his desk in front of him. Almost ten o’clock late at night and he was still working in his office. He usually asks me to hang out with him, even when he has work, which makes my heart warm.“We can make them together.”“You want to?”“Hmm.” I smiled and he chuckled.“You need to stop being so cute.” I could not help but chuckle when he poked my nose. “Have you made them before?” He asked.“What if I say no?”“Then I’ll have to order a pizza as well.” He said making me chuckle and continued, “ugh, I love making you laugh.”“Do you?” I said and made my way over to him, while he just watched my movement and after reaching near him, I sat on his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck and noticing his arms circling around my waist like an automatic movement made me blush.“I actually love it more, when you do this.” He said and I kissed his cheek.“Oh, this is my favourite part.”“Really?” I said and kissed