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?"
"I can't believe you're really going," Gregory commented, trying to hold back tears. I let out a small chuckle and hug him. "I'll send you messages every day," he confesses, squeezing me in his arms. "I promise to respond to all of them." I pull away from Gregory and go to hug Nathan. "As soon as I can, I'll visit you there," he comments and hugs me tightly too. "Behave yourself, okay?" I joke. "Both of you." I glance over at Gregory. "We'll be rooting for you, Ali," Gregory says with a cheerful smile. I see some tears streaming down his face, but he quickly wipes them away with the back of his hand. "Don't miss us too much!" I say playfully. I head towards the apartment's exit with my sisters, followed by Nathan and Gregory. "It feels like yesterday that we met. And today... She's leaving. I feel like a mother watching her child grow up and leave. Although... 'Grow up' is a strong word for Alice," I hear Gregory whisper behind me. "Hey! I'm listening!" I glance back at him and ma
I lean my head against the external wall of the hospital that connected to the parking lot. I gaze at the sun for a few moments, then close my eyes and take a deep breath. I couldn't digest my mother's new behavior at all. She seemed like a completely different person. It was impossible not to feel frustrated with the situation."Have you been waiting long?" Benjamin's voice sounded in my ears. "I was stuck with my father who was spewing beautiful words about integrity. But I don't think he even knows what it means," he said ironically.Benjamin had made giving me rides to the hospital almost a daily routine. He didn't mind accompanying me on all the morning visits I made to my mother. In fact, he seemed to love doing it, even though I told him not to waste his time with me."Is everything okay?" he asked, seeing that I hadn't responded to his arrival."To be honest?" I sigh. "I don't know." I open my eyes and look lost in the parking lot."What happened?" he approached, leaning again
There were three things in my life that I never imagined would happen when I returned home. First of all, taking care of my mother because of a terrifying illness that could easily take her life, when I always imagined needing to take care of her when she was no longer able to care for herself, that is, in old age, the phase that every child hopes their parents will reach, and which should be a decisive moment for the onset of some diseases, not during the peak of her youth.Second, discovering that my mother had a new type of behavior and thoughts and principles totally different from those she preached years ago.And third... dealing with a possible "stepfather," who, ironically, was my friend's father.And this last one seemed to be the most frustrating thing I could face.I sigh and stare at the ceiling of my room. My sisters were arguing about something that I had no idea about. My phone vibrates on the bed. I see a message from Joshua.Love, things r a little hectic lately.I'm
I approach slowly, staring in awe at the robust man in the middle of the doorway.“Father?”Looking past my aunt, Ian opens a huge smile upon seeing me.“Alice!”Completely ignoring Aunt Ana, my father enters our house, walking towards me and giving me a strong hug.“I was so worried. You left without saying anything!”“Uh...” I try to answer, but his strong embrace makes it a bit difficult.“Are you okay?” he puts his hands on my cheeks, making me look him in the eyes.“Yes, dad. I...”“Am I a joke to you?” he interrupts me, furrowing his brows.And suddenly, that joyful father for having found his daughter, turned into an indignant one. Confused by his quick mood change, I am at a loss for words to respond.“Why didn't you let me know you were coming back to Brazil?” he arches his eyebrows and crosses his arms.He was one of the people indignant about me not being able to say goodbye.“Mom was very sick. And... I couldn't let you know I was leaving.” I try to explain.My father shak