"Did you send flowers to Madelyn?" I asked, watching him place the dish on the counter."What?" He looked at me, surprised.I turned my phone towards him, showing the screen with a message from Madelyn."She's going through a tough time. I just wanted to show her that she has someone to count on," he shrugged, turning his attention back to the burnt chicken on the counter.I remembered the conversation I had with Benjamin, who had encouraged me to talk to Joshua about my doubts and fears."Do you still have feelings for her?" I asked, making him flinch."No, of course not."Joshua didn't look at me and walked over to the sink with the dish."Are you sure?" I insisted."Why do you want to know?""Because I want you to be honest!" I got off the counter. "Do you still have feelings for her?" I emphasized, but didn't get any answers. "Joshua?!""I already told you, no!" He replied like a stubborn child.I narrowed my eyes and licked my lips."Then look at me and say you don't feel anythin
Still intrigued by the fact that my father seemed to be one of the few people who didn't like Joshua, I started a kind of analysis process about him. Many would be interested in his money or the fact that he was an extremely sexy guy. He has several interesting points, so what would make him uninteresting? Gregory was right about my father perhaps thinking that I wasn't compatible with Joshua's busy life, but on the other hand, he would be a guy who could easily provide a good life for the girl he was with, which any father would want for his daughter. But what is it about Joshua that my father doesn't like? Besides, my father knows him well enough to guarantee that he's not good for me?"Alice? Are you listening to me?" Hannah interrupts my thoughts.I soon realize that I've been letting Hannah talk alone about the trip. I return to the cafeteria, listening to what Hannah was saying."What were you talking about?" I try to resume the conversation."I was thinking about inviting Benja
The world seemed to have frozen in that moment. Seeing him there, especially with Madelyn, was the last thing I expected and wanted to see."Why did you do this?" I asked Samantha, getting a little annoyed."Because it's your birthday. And... I thought it might be a way for you two to make up. But... I didn't imagine he would bring Madelyn. I-I'm sorry," Samantha murmurs, feeling guilty."I'll take her inside," Benjamin says and heads towards the cabin.I let out a heavy sigh. I run my hand through my hair, feeling restless. In that moment, I wished I was completely drunk. Thinking that I was hallucinating would be much better than facing Joshua for real, and the next day, I could easily forget everything.And that's exactly what I was going to do.I see Sarah and Nathan talking a little way off from where Joshua was. They both had a beer bottle in hand. Without hesitation, I walk over to them."Birthday girl!" Sarah says excitedly. "I saw that your boyfriend came to celebrate your bi
Nathan sits next to us, bringing one hand to his head. "Why won't my head stop hurting?" he lets out a small grunt. "Are you even asking?" Gregory furrows his brow and laughs. "You drank so much that you got tired of drinking." "But I didn't even drink that much. Not as much as you two," he pointed to Hannah and Gregory. "So why am I the only one whose head feels like it's going to explode?" he complained. "That's called alcohol tolerance, my friend. Something your body doesn't recognize," Gregory mocks. "That's unfair!" he complains and falls back, lying on the grass. I looked around, seeing all the people who came to the island outside the cabin. Except for one. "Did any of you see Samantha?" I asked intrigued. I hadn't seen her since last night. "She was still lying down when I left the room," Hannah replied. "Maybe she's feeling so guilty for what she did that she decided not to show her face," Gregory said ironically. "No, of course not! My sister isn't like that," Hann
I looked through the car window at the chubby clouds drifting aimlessly across the sky. Around a small sense of admiration, I allowed my thoughts to expand. The look Samantha gave me before my departure still bothered me. I understand her position in saying that I was putting obstacles where I shouldn't have, because I admit, I often avoided Joshua, just so I wouldn't have to face him for real, but that's because, to me, Joshua could easily be a synonym for confusion. Not because he causes arguments, intrigues, or the various things that can destroy relationships between friends, lovers, and so on, but because he inexplicably manages to be the perfect blend of good feelings and hesitations. I left conflicted. On one hand, a small fury commanded part of my body, on the other, the uninterrupted affirmation that I shouldn't be angry with Samantha. Because, despite saying words that I didn't want to hear, she tried to do a good deed, even if it had been unexpected, but as she herself ha
A few days ago... "You got it? I want you to watch them in every possible way," Emeraude says on the phone. "And to get your reward... You have to follow all my orders and make my plan come true, okay?" She briefly bites her lower lip. "Joshua Scott will be mine! And he will regret the day he chose someone else over me..." "You are unbelievable," Madelyn spits out the words as she enters her mother's house, overhearing Emeraude's conversation on the phone. "The fake sister has arrived. I need to hang up. Don't forget our deal," Emeraude ends the call. "Oh. Hi, Madelyn. Back so soon?" She gives a bitter smile. "Why didn't you think about jumping from the top floor of the hotel where Jack is staying, huh? That way, you would spare me from seeing your face... Rejected bitch." "I don't know what impresses me more. Your great talent for sarcasm or... The fact that you don't have an ounce of conscience about what you cause to other people," Madelyn sighs. "Don't you ever get tired of ac
He can't die. He can't die. I repeated the same sentence over and over in my head as I paced in circles around the hospital reception. My hands were covered in dried blood; I couldn't even wash them. I was so anxious and afraid of the worst happening that I only wished for good news about Joshua. "Alice!" Betty hurried towards me and hugged me. "I came as soon as I got your call. Joshua's parents are on their way," she said, breaking the embrace. "What happened?" I tried to calm myself to explain what had happened. "Joshua received a call from Madelyn's sister. She said she was going to take her own life. But it was just a way to lure us to her. And when we got there..." I felt a lump in my throat. "She wanted to kill me. But Joshua took the bullet for me." I broke down in tears again. "It's my fault." Betty hugged me again. "It's not your fault." "Of course it is. If I had stayed in the apartment, like he asked... He wouldn't have taken a bullet. So, it is my fault." Betty
Joshua wouldn't leave my mind. Was I doing the right thing? I zip up my suitcase. Agatha and Alex were also packing their bags. I hear the doorbell ring. I walk to the door and open it. Gregory and Nathan stare at me incredulously. "Can I know what's the story of miss leaving?" Gregory furrows his brows and walks past me into my apartment. "And had the courage to tell me by message?" He raises his phone, showing the screen with my message. "I thought I wouldn't have time to tell you in person." "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Gregory seems even more incredulous. I moisten my lips and feel my throat burn. "Susanna, Joshua's sister, told me to come back to Brazil." I explain. "And just because she told you to come back, you will?" He raises his eyebrows, stupefied. "It's my fault Joshua got shot. And the least I can do is let him live his own life. I just want the best for him." "Alice! You're underestimating yourself! What makes you think you're not the best for him?"