My Heart is Losing the Battle“What are you doing here? And also what's all these shenanigans?” I questioned him pointing to the huge flower arrangement behind him that said I am sorry with white roses in a bed of red roses. Then, the bouquet in his hands.“Please, just hear what I have to say. I feel like I haven't expressed how sorry I am.” He told me and was about getting down on his knees when I quickly rushed to him and put a hand on his shoulder.“Don't even think about it. This is madness and it's embarrassing,” I looked around and noticed people were still watching the exchange. I even heard some girls snickering in the background ‘I can't believe that she's not accepting the apology of such a nice man.’That was one thing I hated about grand gestures. Suddenly, everyone thinks that they know everything about your relationship because a man got down on his knees. If anything, his grand apology was embarrassing and doing nothing to soothe my anger. “Get rid of all these things
I Am No Pushover “You? So, it's because of a skunk like you that my carefully curated career came to an end? Who are you to do this to me?” She screeched. If you didn't guess right. It was Amy, the nasty ex-girlfriend that refused to let go. What was this? Season of the exes. I was getting frustrated at the whole thing and my patience was wearing thin.“Look at what the cat dragged in? Bravo!” I stood up slowly clapping my hands in mockery.“So, what was your plan? You waltz in here and threaten me after pouring me acid? You should be in jail, not here, if not that your dumb brain didn't know there are different types of acids.” I sneered. I could feel my anger bubbling over and threatening to erupt. What do people take me for? A door mat? Why does everyone suddenly think it's cool to come to where I work and threaten me? It's getting old and when a tale gets too old that retelling it no longer feels fun, one needs to switch it up.“What did you just call me? Who the fuck are you? A
He Now Messes With my Dreams“What?” He asked. If he was like every other person, he might have sputtered in shock at how I just said that out of the blues. Even I was shocked that I could be so audacious. It's just that I was sick of having such uncultured thoughts for a married person. I needed him to tell me he was married and put me out of the torment of liking someone that would never be mine.“I said are you married?” I repeated the question again.He rose me up slowly and stood up too. I stood there in confusion as he maneuvered past me and began pacing in the office. I knew it, he was married and avoiding the question. For my Boss that never over thinks and just says things as they come to his head, he was acting suspicious right now. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. But I was going to act like I was cool with it and just tell him why I asked.“I asked because when I saw Annalise, I thought ‘Yes, you might be married to her mother.’ See, you might not see it this way
Please, I can't afford to lose him.“I ask again. Why were you calling your Boss's name in your sleep?” She repeated the question while I still stared at her in shock.I blinked my eyes repeatedly and cleared my throat. I tried my best to convey an unbothered vibe, but when I spoke, my voice failed me because it shook, “When did I do that?” There was no way that while I was having that dream last night, I could have been shameless enough to call it out loudly from my dreams that she heard it from her room.“Yesternight, I was looking for floss in my room and didn't find any. So, I decided to come check your room and honestly, I was doubtful your room was going to be open because we always shut our room doors at night. But by sheer luck or I don't know, when I twisted your door knob, your door opened. It was supposed to be a quick in and out. I tiptoed to your bathroom, got the floss, and I was tiptoeing out of your room, when I cast a glance at you and noticed your face was twisted in
I Can't Trust My Heart Anymore.“I was called about someone admitted here." I said immediately I got to the counter. On the drive here, I think I can say I went through the five stage of grief, before arriving back at the first stage. There was no way I could actually afford to lose Ryan. I would never forgive myself for it.“What were you told happened to him?” The nurse questioned looking up from the computer. She was an older nurse that sat as composed as she could in a hospital where people arrive and die everyday. Made me wonder if with more years in service you become used to death or you become able to numb the pain that it came with. I couldn't tell which was which, but all I knew was her calm countenance calmed me a bit.I took a deep breath and replied, “I was told he was involved in an accident.” “Name of the patient?” She asked, looking down at her system.“Ryan Falcon." I told her and she looked up sharply.“Violet?” She looked at me sharply and I nodded my head. The medi
Why Did He Pretend Like He Didn't Remember Me?“Hello.” He croaked tiredly and I knew that he was just waking up but the fury in my chest threatened to erupt and I knew I wouldn't feel better until I got it all out.“Welcome to the land of the living you so desired to leave quickly.” I sneered not caring he was my Boss. How could he have been so reckless with a life that most people wanted? This was an avoidable incident and that was what irked me. How hard was it for him to have listened to me?“I'm fine now Violet. Seriously, there's no need for you to worry.” He tried to assure me, but it did otherwise for me. He infuriated me that cool tone of his. Did he know for the fact he couldn't feel fear or anxiousness, doesn't mean other people are as cool as he was. “Yeah, it's not a big deal because you were the one unconscious. You didn't have to feel her heart racing and stop so many times as you drove to the hospital. You didn't have to imagine the worse case scenario as you asked th
I Was Delusional For A Second“Violet, wake up.” A voice called out to me. It sounded so familiar like the voice that always woke me up anytime I overslept and was running late for the bus. That voice I got accustomed to until I had to face the harsh reality one evening that I was never going to hear it again. It was hard to come to terms with it. For weeks after she died, I heard it over and over again. Some nights I screamed when it became too loud in my head. Or when it becomes soothing in my ear. me yelling ‘You are Dead! Leave me alone!’ Annie's mother was just the sweetest and held my hands through it all. Even when people suggested that she gave me to the Child Care Services, she stood her ground and refused. It was from her strength, I drew mine and fought for the last strand of my sanity. So, to hear that voice again after so many years? I was having mixed feelings.“Leave me alone, you are not real.” I muttered, turning away from the direction of the voice.“Violet, it's Me
Let's Pretend There Are No Boundaries Just This NightMinutes after the Annie ripping up my resignation letter escapade, we were at the dining table with two cups of steaming cocoa in our front.“So, why did you suddenly decide that you want to leave his side? And why did you think resignation would be the best option?”“Haven't you heard of the statement ‘Out of sight, out of mind?' Since anytime I was with him, I saw more reasons to stick around. My resolve was weakening and I knew that staying by his side would not be to my favor.” I explained.She shook her head in disagreement and said, “I don't believe that is the major reason. What happened last night that triggered your decision?”I flashed back to the dream of my mom and I don't know if I should just fess up to her. After giving it thought for a while, I decided to just let her know. I couldn't be the only one caught up in this dilemma. Maybe Annie then would see solid reason behind my actions.“I dreamt of my Mom. She told m