If only Elise wasn't there, Diaz somehow calmed her pounding heart when she heard those words. Diaz's disbelieving look after receiving Elise's sad expression was returned by the woman bitterly which means "please understand". It was as if this sentence wasn't the first time Elise had heard it. Even with all the responses he received, Diaz still didn't understand how such a sentence could come out of their mouths. Even though it was clear that their nephew was not in good condition, how could they utter such horrible words?
Diaz had been missing from Claire's life for more than ten years and didn't know what happened to his middle school friend. But even for ordinary people, hearing such a curse would not make them understand, what happened and what bad things made Claire worthy of such a curse.
Elise gestured to Diaz who was still stunned in his place, asking the man to follow her to stay away from those who were still discussing things not much different there. The woman in an office suit that was still neat for the size of someone who sounded panicked on the phone earlier stopped her steps after she felt that she was a bit far from Claire's room. She stood slightly aside, not wanting to hinder the passers-by with their own needs
"As dr. Gorge explained earlier. Ms. Claire's mental state is not in good condition. It's not only happened recently but Ms. Claire has been hospitalized for the past few years."
Yes, that's Diaz already heard it. What Diaz wants to know is more than that. "But what? What made Claire like this?” After holding it in for quite a while—even when dr. Gorge explained Claire's condition in his room, Diaz was silent and listened—finally the man regained his voice. It feels like he's had enough of being a listener today, more than enough even because even though he doesn't want to--Diaz still has to hear the words he didn't want some time ago. The words made him angry at the husband and wife who were there, even though he wasn't sure what basis he was so angry about.
Elise once again flashed her smile, not the kind of pleasant smile that Diaz had expected to see since he arrived at the hospital a few dozen minutes ago, “For that one, Mr. Diaz seems to have to ask Ms. Claire directly. I have no right to talk about the problem.”
Diaz exhaled in a huff, brushed his hair back, and was at a loss for words. He never expected the problem to be not as simple as he had previously thought. Diaz thought that Claire had just fainted, then of the many people who could be contacted, only he might be able to be reached. Diaz thought that his business was only to be responsible for Claire's admission to the hospital, then when he was done he could go home and say goodbye to Claire, exchange gratitude and usual pleasantries, and then forget about it for a while as if nothing had happened. Just like when Claire contacted him last week. But the more you dig, the less visible the root of the problem becomes, and that makes him even more confused.
“I apologize for involving you in a matter that may still confuse you. But when I received a call that Ms. Claire was in the hospital again, and saw her in the treatment room earlier, I felt that Ms. Claire needed someone else to take care of her. And Mr. Diaz's name is the only thing I remember because Ms. Claire mentioned it a few days ago, so without thinking I took Ms. Claire's cell phone and—”
"And why does that person have to be me?" cut Diaz before Elise finished her sentence.
"Because you were the last outsider that Ms. Claire contacted...?" This statement is a question, which means that even Elise is not one hundred percent sure of her choice to contact Diaz.
And of course, that reason didn't sound reasonable to Diaz. “No way, Claire contacted me last week! How can I be the last person she contacted?!"
But as Elise said earlier. When she got the news that Claire had passed out and made her have to finish the meeting twice as fast as the time she usually spent, the woman's feelings were even more awkward when she found that her boss was unconscious with a bandage wrapped around his wrist and lying on a hospital bed, Elise was made to wake up. weak, it felt like screaming and crying aloud why the woman whom he respected so much with all her kindness and humility must always suffer and end up the same as now.
Amid his confusion and her scattered thoughts, she searched for the words "possibility" and "if" that could make her superiors free from this condition, and the name Diaz came up. Her memory then replayed her conversation with Claire a few days ago, after lunch, with a bitter tone and a modest smile, Claire said, "Maybe I really won't be able to get married, Elise."
It was clear that Elise's forehead was wrinkled by the sudden remark—she had just entered her superior's room, placed the file Claire had asked for and was intending to return to her shirt when she heard that sentence, but her movements were stopped because of that sentence. He looked at Claire who was still looking at the cellphone screen, before looking up at Elise with a small smile.
"Sorry, Ma'am if I'm wrong. But Ma'am are discussing—?"
"I was rejected by the person I asked to marry," the brief explanation did not make Elise understand, it made the wrinkles on her forehead double, and the reaction made Claire laugh. "Tell me I'm crazy. I asked my middle school friend to marry me, and he rejected me indirectly. His name is Diaz."
"Miss..."
"It's understandable, I just suddenly asked him. After a dozen years of no contact, suddenly I sent the marriage invitation," Claire still smiled, this time more cheerful than before. The woman whom Elise respects took the file that Elise had put down, then began to read each row of letters there.
"You may return to your desk. Next time I will tell you the details," said Claire when she realized that her assistant was still standing in front of her desk.
Elise could only nod, although half still didn't understand at the time. But today, and with all the situations she faces, out of the many incidents she has experienced with Claire, it is this fragment of memory that dominates the most, so without thinking, Elise immediately took Claire's cell phone from the nightstand and called Diaz several tens of minutes ago.
"Elise...!"
In Elise's mind, replaying the memory might be short, but for Diaz, who was waiting for her answer, Elise's silence was too long. And because of that insistence, Elise finally without thinking said, "Because Mr. Diaz was the only person Ms. Claire asked to marry her consciously!" Elise unconsciously raised her voice, although after that the woman felt guilty and quickly muttered sorry.
Diaz was about to deny it when the voice of a man older than him could be heard from behind him. "Who did Claire ask to marry?"
The two people who were talking were silenced, finding Claire's uncle and aunt who were now not far from them.
Finally, for the first time, Diaz could see Claire up close. Observing the sleeping face of his junior high school friend whom he had not met for ten years. Not much had changed, the woman's facial features only looked more mature than the last time they met, but what he saw was still the Claire he knew, though when Claire opened her eyes, he don't know if the impression was still the same or not.But that's not the case, the existence of Claire's uncle and aunt who are now sitting opposite Diaz is the main axis now. The atmosphere around him clearly couldn't be said to be friendly, especially after what happened before the three of them ended up gathering in that infirmary.Diaz was still trying to avoid the question that seemed ready to be pointed at him in plain sight by busy observing Claire beside her bed. Before that baritone voice, he heard and couldn't help but draw his attention away from just focusing on Claire."So your name is—Diaz?"Clumsy. Or somehow, Diaz was confused a
"Are you awake?" were the first words that came out of Diaz's mouth as soon as he saw Claire blinking slowly, opening her eyes and trying to adjust the light entering her retinas.He moved the chair that he was sitting on to get closer to the bed Claire was in. Diaz didn't feel the need to overreact, seeing as Claire seemed to be fine in her consciousness, even if something felt Claire and made her body uncomfortable, Diaz would of course rush to call the doctor or nurse on duty."I'm okay," Claire muttered hoarsely, trying to energize every little movement she made. Her body was unbelievably limp, her throat was dry and her eyelids felt heavy until all the movements she was trying to make seemed to slow down. The presence of someone she hadn't seen in a long time didn't necessarily surprise Claire, even though she had just woken up from her subconscious, Claire's brain was used to quickly digesting the situation after what she had experienced before lying in this bed. And Claire coul
The place was quiet, only a few people were sitting in one or two chairs scattered in every corner of the room. Diaz was there, one of them, with a cup of coffee he had just bought five minutes ago at one of the drink counters. Diaz spends his afternoons in the hospital canteen with his cell phone to his ear. "Sorry, Ed, I left suddenly. But earlier I called HR for a half-day permit." "I heard from Sonia earlier, that your family has been admitted to the hospital. How are things?" Unbeknownst to Edwin—the person who is currently on the phone with him—Diaz grimaced at the statement as well as the question. The reason is that he did use the excuse of "relatives being hospitalized" to apply for permission to the HRD office, but hearing it from Edwin made him feel like someone who was being caught lying. That excuse sounded stupid now, even though Diaz wasn't lying about himself having to rush to the hospital, but describing Claire as an important family or relative was ridiculous. Jus
Elise closes the door slowly. She even held her breath to make sure that her movements didn't make any disturbing noises. Her lips pressed tightly together, holding her back against the door for a few seconds before deciding to leave without looking back. In her heart with a regretful look on her face, Elise mumbled the word sorry many times. Sorry to the two people who are now isolating themselves and decided to have a one-on-one conversation."Sorry, Mr. Diaz, for making you confused today. And sorry, Ms. Claire, for involving people without Ms. Claire's knowledge and permission..." Elise's lips mumbled as she recited the sentence along with her steps away from the now forbidden room, for her.***Inside, the two high school acquaintances exchanged glances. Neither one relented, nor felt intimidated even though the gazes they gave each other were too sharp for two people who were in an unplanned reunion. For some women who receive Diaz's gaze at this time, perhaps that kind of look
One of his hands touched the surface of the mattress, forcing a movement that was still relatively weak because his body consciousness was functioning less than fifty percent. Almost a minute without finding the object he was looking for by fingering, Diaz finally forced his eyes to open slightly, peeking through the sleepiness that was still attacking. The increasingly deafening sound of the alarm made Diaz move faster to find his cell phone, almost falling off the bed when he reached for the cell phone which turned out to be on the side of the nightstand. He pressed the button to deactivate the alarm, exhaling tiredly just from trying to find the phone in the early hours of the morning.Diaz glanced at the clock on the wall which just showed 6 am. There was still plenty of time for him to get ready for the office, and although he could have chosen to sleep again to fulfill his sleepy desire, Diaz still tried to keep his eyes awake. Rising from the sleeping position, the man pondered
The two people were frozen in place with each other. Just yesterday they had stressed to each other that they should never see each other again, not get involved with each other, and not meddle in personal matters more than they should. But now the two of them are reunited, without planning, without being taken into account by the two of them."Claire?" the sound of breaking broke the silence between both of them. Claire turned her gaze to the person who called out to her, smiling faintly trying to control herself from her surprise.Ryan invited Claire to sit in the space provided, while Diaz followed the figure of the woman who no longer exchanged glances with him at every step the woman took. Out of the corner of his eye, Diaz found Elise who was also surprised to see him in the same place. The girl followed behind Claire and took a seat beside her boss still with grimacing eyes staring at Diaz. Unexpected encounter, isn't it?The meeting started with the formal introduction of the
As soon as she got in, Claire laid her head against the car seat and found a secure spot for her to let go of whatever she had been holding back for a very long time. Emotion? Awkward? Flustered? Afraid? Worried? For roughly the last two hours, Claire had to struggle with her mind since everything was so dreadfully messed up in her head. Grateful that Claire made it through it today despite having struggled mightily to survive for the past two years since accepting the role she currently holds. Of course, there are days and times when Claire fails and loses, not just once or twice, but tens or even more than hundreds of times. Because of all the bad thoughts that she could not overcome at those times, Claire had to end up imprisoned in the hospital like yesterday. Specific time. Elise, who is seated in front of the steering wheel, has a worried expression on her face, indicating that she is aware of what her boss has been through. She must constantly be aware of her surroundings due t
Diaz gulped down saliva again. Breathe in deeply and slowly let it out. Because he didn't know where to gaze for the remainder of the time, his head was occupied staring down or sideways out the window.Claire was in front of him, and Cheryl was on the other side, occasionally catching her eye on him even though she didn't seem to care. Despite not constantly watching it, Diaz was able to comprehend his ex-actions. Diaz knows Cheryl much better than her present lover, who just happens to be his employer, thanks to the five years spent together in a relationship that was on the verge of leading to the altar.They are currently seated at a huge table in a family restaurant with seven other people. The atmosphere at their table seemed fine in the eyes of the sighted layperson. Everything appeared to be going as usual, especially with Edwin and Liana making the most noise out of all of them. Elise would occasionally join in when Liana forced her into the discussion. Due to their shared j
Claire has been tough to reach lately. When Diaz wanted to pick her up or leave her off, Claire would first send a brief message to let Diaz know she wasn't there. Diaz initially assumed that was normal because perhaps the woman actually had a ton of stuff to do and a hectic schedule. But it's already the ninth day, and he hasn't heard anything from Claire in three whole days because of how little they communicate.It's not that Diaz didn't do anything. Additionally, the man repeatedly contacted Elise to inquire about how busy her fiance was. Every time Diaz called, Elise would barely say a few words before hanging up under the pretense that she had an urgent task to complete."I guess you stop working as a nice fiancé now, huh? Recently, I haven't seen you pick up your fiancée or go home early." That sarcastic remark was made by Edwin, who repeatedly displayed a persistent annoyance against Diaz for holding off on revealing more of his backstory up to this point to pursue a committed
"It's been two days, how come your face is like that?" Diaz turned to look at Claire's face as he buckled up in the seat next to him.Claire questioned, "So how?"Diaz shrugged, "Yeah, like that, it's like you simply had a bad experience today," adding tentatively, "maybe."Claire had met a coworker who was quite annoying and wanted to complain—something she had never done before. Claire never voiced complaints to anybody, but today that urge surfaced due to Diaz's abrupt comment as if the man could see what was going on behind her mask. Among all the identical bland expressions that people see. Why could Diaz perceive that secret look when she had only been with him for a few weeks?"Don't want to talk?"His attention was diverted by Claire's blink. Never, Claire. Don't grumble now because Diaz must also be worn out from work. "I'm all right,"Claire was grumbling because she still had no idea how to begin progressively learning to open up. She simply didn't know when it was appropri
All eyes in the room were on the man who had just announced his intention to visit the Wildblood family's home; regrettably, Claire did can't use her father's last name because after the accident she can't keep her father's although she wanted to keep using it that much. She now enters and uses Wildblood as her surname—the family of her late mother—instead of Rubins which she used from birth to her teens. "Really, you dare to come, huh?" After a minute of stillness, Diaz's first answer was a light-hearted chuckle. "I think it's just bullshit," he said. The actual cause was Claire's uncle—Uncle Alex, who had been looking at him with skepticism since Diaz's arrival. It seems the two genuinely don't like Claire at all, which is extremely different from when they begged Diaz to marry Claire at the hospital. Not sure if this still has anything to do with the situation the other day when they met at Claire's house. "Well, what? Why did you decide to live with our niece so quickly? Didn't
As soon as Diaz was able to leave the car in Claire's yard, the engine was turned off. They left Claire's workplace at six this afternoon, around two hours later. Even if the car wasn't the same one that was parked there the other day, Diaz could at least guess that the car must have belonged to Claire's relatives as well when he noticed someone opening the gate of the house he had never seen before. Despite not knowing who had opened the gate or who was inside.When the person who had earlier opened the gate approached and welcomed Diaz politely, he postponed his mission of waking Claire. To order to return the greeting, the driver popped open the car door and exited.The woman in her thirties looked at Claire's car that Diaz was behind and remarked, "Miss Claire...""Still asleep, I'll wake her later. If I may, who are you?"Sir, I'm Julie. The housekeeper for Ma'am Claire.""Nice to meet you, Julie. I'm Diaz. Claire's buddy—for now." Diaz smile a little bit, before turning to walk
It feels strange. It seemed unusual to be picked up in this manner for the first time by someone other than Elise to go to the office. It has been unusual for someone who has always kept their distance from others to be able to do things like being scooped up by a loved person for a very long time. Can Diaz be referred to as a special person for her, then? Claire's ears itched weirdly, terribly weirdly just from picturing someone else saying it in her head. Oh, God, how many times did she use the word "strange" today?"Have you had breakfast?" As soon as Diaz meets Claire in front of her home, he says.The woman scratched her head and looked away instead of responding, seemingly hoping to get the typical response that most people would give."Do you normally eat in the office?" Although it was an answer, Claire's tone for some reason seemed more like a question.Diaz nodded in agreement, noting that he had no issue with that particular point since he frequently had breakfast at work
The sound of breathing fills the silence with its rhythm, the ticking of the clock, which is audible, and the three minutes' worth of tapping on the mobile screen. While tapping on the phone's keyboard pad to access a message that had been made five minutes earlier, Claire thought.The woman was in her bedroom, sitting on the bed and resting against the headboard. He has been simply staring at her phone's screen for the past five minutes, her thoughts drifting."Huh..." Claire sighed, threw her phone in a different direction, and shifted into a lying posture. She raised the blanket so that it almost completely covered her. Even though Claire typically goes to bed before one in the morning, it feels like she is already quite exhausted even though it is just ten minutes before nine.Not due to a backlog of work or other energy-intensive activities. Claire shouldn't be this exhausted because she didn't accomplish anything today besides visiting Ryan's office, and even then, it wasn't for
From where Claire was staring at him, the line of cars seemed to be pretty short. She was specifically on the 11th floor of one most prestigious office towers. When her buddy and business partner entered the room holding two coffee mugs, Claire was already there.Ryan smiled occasionally as he noticed the woman deep in thought, unresponsive to his presence. "What are you thinking about?" Ryan reprimanded Claire for placing the coffee mug on the coffee table and then gestured for her to approach him.Ryan couldn't tell what the woman was thinking because of her constant expression. Ryan watched Claire as she moved till she sat down next to him on the couch and slid her coffee mug closer to her.Claire spoke out a bland "Ryan," preferring to look down at her coffee cup rather than meet the man's eyes."Hmm?""What do you think about Diaz?"Ryan's eyebrows went up as he hadn't anticipated Claire's opening topic to be about Diaz. The reason is that since unexpectedly showing up in his off
Claire's breath puffs sharply as she observes the backs of Grandpa and Grandma moving out of her line of sight. Diaz, who was there, was notified of this. Grandpa had invited him to enter the house, but the person concerned, who is also known as the home's owner, stayed quiet. This stopped him from leaving the area because, in the end, he would only hear Claire's approval."If you don't want Grandpa to get upset with me, come in." Claire took the lead and Diaz followed behind.As soon as Diaz walked in, he noticed Grandpa waiting between the couches in the living room. Grandma then moved the nearest couch from where Grandpa was in his wheelchair, greeting Diaz with a kind smile."I'll change first," she said. Claire was going to turn her back or, better yet, run away to avoid hearing the topic of their talk. When Diaz spoke to Uncle the other day, Claire made the decision not to find out what they discussed because she realized that learning more would add to her cognitive burden, wh
He is clueless about who is chasing and catching whom. However, lately, Diaz has felt that while Claire is busy avoiding him, he is the one who is trying to convince her. Diaz's offer is no longer sufficient, as Claire is now openly avoiding him. Several times in different situations, whether by chance or of Diaz's own choice, Claire would just give him a passing glance before compelling him to do something.Could this be the feeling of being ignored, like what happened to Ryan when they were in college? It’s like all the positive words that Ryan said that day suddenly flew somewhere. Unlike what Ryan said, it felt like the opportunity that Ryan said didn't exist, or maybe Ryan misjudged, saw wrong, and misread the situation.Diaz asked over the phone, "So she's been in her room all day?"The man was spending the remainder of his lunch break alone in the corner of the coffee shop facing the main road, sipping on an Ice Americano."Yes, Sir. Because there was no scheduled meeting today