DIANAHe leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. It's brief and subtle, but it still sends shivers right through me.“You... you look... Stunning.” He stutters few times before gathering his words.I take a few seconds to scrutinize him. His hair, still that same deep shade of brown matching his eyes, he's in a white, long sleeved, collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and the first four buttons left undone. All these seemingly little features, complimenting his build.“Thank you.” I say, smiling genuinely, at both his compliment and his looks, “You look... a lot.” I add in a chuckle.“A lot?” He asks, his face tilted to the right, an inquisitive smile forming on his face.“It's the good kind of a lot... A lot of handsome.” I clarify in a grin.He laughs, “Shall we?” He asks, his arms curved for me to put mine in.“We shall.” I respond in a bright smile.********The Mexican restaurant is amazing, right from what the view looks like from the outside, you could already tel
BRYANIt's 5:44am and the only glow in my room is from the screen of my phone, as it lights up from a text,_17th of next month, 2pm, Family house. Try to be there Bryan, Dad doesn't want excuses because of ‘work’. See you there._It's the text from Kel containing details for the meeting Dad has called for whatever god-damned reason.Once it's family, I hate to talk about it, don't get me wrong, it's not enmity or anything, but with them, my words never hold value. I like to think that ironic, considering I'm the first born, and first son, but I'm barely allowed to air my opinions.They consider me rebellious because I followed my dreams to becoming a Surgeon, instead of joining in the ‘Family business’. Which is why Kel's opinions are held in higher regard.I take a frustrated breath and pull the sheets back over my head, but my bladder forces me to the bathroom.An hour later, I take instant coffee and half a burrito left over from the takeaways I got from the Mexican restaurant and
DIANABryan's house is unlike anything I've ever seen, from the open door to the wide hallway, the walls of the hallway, filled with photographs of children, obviously not his. The hallway opens up to a living room by the left, and a kitchen, much bigger than my own living room, by the right. The living room has a beautiful fireplace, expensive drapes and furnitures, and a formal dining room by the corner. The house is beautifully decorated with some bright flowers, it smells amazing, and there are few scented candles here and there.“It's quite a place you've got here Bryan.” I say, slowly spinning to take in the view of the house.I never got to see a home like this, let alone live in it, it looks like one of those homes where the whole family stays in together and live happily together. This place could house an entire extended family. “Thanks, I got a few things for dinner, I'm cooking.” He says that smirking at me like he's trying to tell me he's very good at cooking. “Want
BRYANPressed against me, Diana smells like vanilla, her hair smells like fresh apples, just like my mum's hair used to smell, and they instantly remind me of everything my mother was. Then the urge to have her builds in me, but I don't know if it's something that she'd want. She seems so focused on the show, while I'm so focused on her, on her body, her hair, her laugh, how she smells and how she talks, how I want to have her, how I NEED to have her. She occasionally pushes her backside to the girth of me, I still can't tell if she's doing it purposefully, or if it's just the excitement from the show.I rest my hand on her thighs, stroking gently and casually, and even though I want so much more, I make my moves slowly. My strokes on her things causes her to push back into me even harder, arousing me and causing a swelling in my loins.“D” I moan out, softly, and unintendedly.She turns around to face me, fixing a hand on my hair, and the other on my arm, to steady her on the couc
DIANAResting against his chest, I feel a wave of warmth rush through me. It's comfort, It's peace, It's happiness, It's all the things I never thought I could experience, heck I never even knew could exist with a person. I want to blame it on my parents, and how I grew up, but I guess the circumstances choose you, you don't choose them. Maybe this is what love should feel like, maybe there is actually love, my mother might not have been so lucky with it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist... right?? RIGHT. I think I found my safe place, my happy place, I think I found my “one”. I think I found love.********The incessant ring from a phone pulls me out of sleep. I look around me briefly, and even though the blinds are shut, I can tell it's morning already, maybe a little past 6.The ringing continues and I'm self aware again, it's Bryan's phone, he's wide awake, his head resting on his arms, and his eyes staring at the ceiling, but he's not answering the phone.“Bryan” I call o
BRYANMaybe it's odd that a place like this is my favorite place to visit in the city, now that I think of how random it is. I used to come here after every major surgery or long shift in the hospital, especially if I didn't have sex already arranged for me after such hectic periods. If it wasn't the orphanage, it was this... place.I come here to look at the art and the happy people while I eat tacos, and it subconsciously became a resting space, and gradually, a favorite place, and I'm glad I gave that to Diana, so glad.“Tacos?” I ask her with my hand around her neck while she's still mesmerized by the view of this place.“How about Ice cream? I've been meaning to try a mint flavoured Ice cream.” She says with a wide smile and her hands jammed together.“You're trying to bribe me with your pretty face, D.” I say, taking little, tiny steps away from her. “Not. Gonna. Work.” “I'll go on my own then” She says and immediately, she walks right around me and then walks towards the Ice cr
DIANAThe ride home is quiet, it's a silence that screams volumes_ pain, sadness, remorse... if Bryan even feels that at all. I reckon he is, considering the look in his eyes and how many times he has stolen looks from my side. I keep a straight face, even though I want answers, even though I'm hurt, I act like I don't, I act like I'm unbothered.And sadly, this is life. It should be a bed of roses right?, but it isn't. Life can be sad, it can be beautiful. The people in our lives get to choose how they make you feel about life. they either make life beautiful or ugly to you. Less than 48 hours ago, Bryan made my life beautiful, now, he has me wondering how life could even be so sad. It might seem a little matter to make a big deal of, but he was going to leave, without telling me, just like that. I can't even imagine what I'd have done, the thoughts that would have run through my mind, he could have at least let me know, we could have talked about it.“Thank you for the lift.” I say
BRYAN It's 6:30pm, and I'm in my car, outside my apartment, thinking of what explanation I could possibly give to Diana that would nullify my actions. To be honest, I don't know why I didn't tell her, maybe I was living in denial that I was going to go, maybe I didn't want what we had to change. And now I feel like my father, doing things for my selfish reasons without the thoughts of how I could be affecting the other person.I start the car and drive to Diana's apartment, Once I get there, I text her to come out, and she's out in five minutes.“Hey”, I'm stunned when I see Diana, she looks tired, like she hasn't gotten any sleep since yesterday.“Hey” She replies in a flat voice. She gets in the car and shuts the door, looking away from me.“You look like you haven't gotten any proper sleep D.” She turns her head to me and watches me with a frown for a few seconds and then looks back out the window without giving me a reply.“I guess we're still not talking then.” I look back at h
BRYAN“Take a test D. This could be anything, let's not jump into conclusions. I'm very certain you are not pregnant, I played safe Diana.”These are the words that find way out of my mouth in the very state I found myself in. Standing there, and not a single clue of what I would do, thoughts flying into my mind, and a single sentence bringing back tough memories I've tried hard to forget over a long period of time.I hate feeling this way, but I'm sure, there's no reason, she just can't be pregnant.Fuck me!“How are you just so sure that I'm not pregnant Bryan? I want to know. Because we had unprotected sex a number of times, I'm don't know how you're so sure.” Diana asks in a brittle voice.“I know what I'm capable of Diana, I_ I just_ Look, I took my precautionary measures. I'm sure you aren't.” I take in a deep breath, moving closer towards her and taking her hands into mine. “I don't want us to let this escalate Diana, it's as simple as taking a test and confirming before jumpin
DIANARemember how I said my life wasn't a bed of roses or lilies but after Bryan they started to line up? Yh, he probably just lined two or three up the past few hours.He not only said that he loves me, he helped me get over my past trauma, and he gave me the best sex I've ever had in my life. Who knew car sex could be that fun? After everything, we go inside for proper rest. I stare at the beauty of the house once again and become curious about the pictures on the wall.“Who are the children in the pictures on the wall?” I ask as I touch one of them. “This one looks like me, I like her. Who are they?”Bryan chuckles.“They are the children from the orphanage, funny you should point out that young girl you know, she has hair like yours and has a shockingly similar name to yours. Dane.”“Dane and Diana aren't alike, they just have the same first letters.” I say in a chuckle.Bryan smile at me as I move around, admiring every picture, each not even as beautiful as his smile to me. “
BRYANI pull myself gently into Diana for a kiss, gentle not to take in the whole of her while we're directly outside her workplace. “Let's take this to mine.” I whisper in her ears as I nibble on them.“I concur.” She replies in a chuckle.The drive on the way to my house is unarguably the best ride I've had in my whole life. The car was almost never silent, it was filled with our laughter, or Diana's beautiful voice, or mine. And when the car was silent, it was filled with stolen gazes from both of us. When we finally get to my place, I turn off the car engine and drop my head back, tired. “Let's go.” I say as I turn to face Diana, who is looking at me adamantly. “Don't you want to get out?” I ask in a chuckle.“We're at your place.” She says, stating the obvious.“Yes Diana, we are.” I laugh and try to exit the car, but she pulls my arms back.“Diana, what the hell.” I'm really laughing now, but without clue of why I am. “You said: ‘Let's take this to mine.’ We're are your plac
DIANAWe can't ever talk about life and how shitty it gets enough. For some people, the purpose of life could be to change the world. Some other people feel that the point of life is to set a goal, meet those goals, and achieve personal fulfillment. While some may even feel that life is just for the purpose of enjoyment.Life comes with a package of losses, you learn how to live with the losses and grow out of it, not accepting defeat. You face the future and throw your past away, avoiding the limitations that come with it. You take on responsibilities, a career, anything, to make your life as simple and comfortable as it can be for you.You even go as far as falling in love with someone. Like I did.Life is much more than all these, it's tiring and confusing, and it's hard, but it's only worth it when you do the right things to make yourself happy.There is a popular saying that says “Life is not a bed of roses”. And that's where I come in. I think life is absolutely pointless. I di
BRYAN“...and I love you.”Those are the words that leave the beautiful and enticing lips of Diana. I hear them, and then it's a second, then two seconds, then three seconds, then four seconds, and then five seconds, before Diana starts calling out my name, and I'm forced back to the consciousness of the environment around me.“Bryan?”“Bryan?”“Bryan?”“Yh?” I reply, almost still lost.“Are you okay? Did you even hear me?” She asks in a chuckle.“Yes D, Thank you.”Thank you? I must be a fool.There's silence for a hot five seconds, before she forces an awkward smile and says: “Okay.”There's so much pain in her voice when she says that, that it sends a sting to my eyes. Once again, those words that always fail me, I can't say anything, I don't know what to say.I take in a deep and frustrated breath, and I try to explain. I want to explain, but I'm not sure I know what exactly is wrong, or why exactly I froze. Why exactly I can't say those words “I love you” back to her, especiall
DIANA“Okay Diana, your turn.” Bryan says.“Why are you really back?” I ask again, curious.“I thought I just said ‘your turn?’ That means your turn to tell me how your stay here was while I was gone. Not your turn to ask me questions. Plus I already answered your question like 5 minutes ago, remember? When I said you were the reason, and a bunch of other things.”“Then why exactly are you back for me?” I ask turning away from him, waiting for whatever his answer may be.“I don't know? Because I miss you? Because I miss what we had? It's just you Diana.” He sighs, “We're past this Miss Walter. Tell me how your stay was, or I might be forced to make you talk.”“You can't make me talk Bryan.” I roll my eyes at him. But he wasn't joking. He puts his hands around my waist, pulls me closer to him and locks my legs in his. I gasp and then he looks me in the eye. “I'm going to tickle you. You have five seconds.”“Fine, I hate tickles, just let me go.” I plead in laughter. And it's all star
BRYANThey say you don't know what you have until you lose it. I never knew what LA was to me, until I lost it. I've been back here for almost a week, but I've been sorting things out at work and at home. So I never really had time to visit Mike in his apartment, or really, see Diana.Thankfully, management at work just thought I was off on some family issues, for two good months. I'm just glad they still appreciate my presence here.Once everything is properly sorted out, and I have free time, for the first time in over two months, I make my way to Mike's apartment, hoping even more to see Diana. Wishing to see Diana.Well, what do you know? Wishes do come true. The elevator to the top floor opens, and there's Diana. I stand for a hot few seconds staring at her, and trying to let out a few words. I don't know? Maybe a greeting? A hi? or an ‘It's good to see you’. But as always, the damn words fail me, they just don't come out. So I stare. I stare at Diana.I stare at everything I've
DIANAThe last time I contemplated calling Bryan was two months ago, Denise made me stop. And since then, there has been no communication between us. He never called, or texted. And I never did either.It's so sad how much so Bryan was part of my life, and now, he isn't. And the bigger shock is how he hasn't tried to reach out, or find out how I'm doing or if I'm okay. In as much as I'd like to believe he's in the same shoes as I am, contemplating calling me or not, my case is different because I have Denise and Lynn stopping me every time I want to, but I don't think there's any body stopping Bryan, Mike wouldn't. But I've learnt to live with the truth, that maybe Bryan just isn't for me.On returning to LA, alot of things shifted, which had me making new decisions. For starters, Mira was going to move in with Daniel, and that meant I had to move out. Even if I wasn't asked to leave, I would have. These people have no shame making out in every corner of the house. So I've been looki
BRYANIt's been two hectic months here in Maine, two months of heavy traffic, numerous work researches, tiring surgical procedures, different people, and two months of trying to adjust to the lifestyle here in Maine. Two months without communication with Diana, and very few conversations with Mike. Actually, Mike is the only person keeping me sane, in the sense that he gives me little information about Diana, like when she cut her hair a bit shorter and got it straightened, and he sneaked a picture in for me.Or when she looked absolutely stunning on make-up she put on for a colleagues house warming party. Which got me absolutely worked up, because I definitely believed it was a date, until Mike convinced me with pictures. Mike also keeps me going with encouragement of course, even though I keep lying to him that it's amazing over here.Sometimes I can't believe things feel like this, I probably should have made my research before coming here, but I was so engrossed in wanting to be