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
Fate is trickish“Alright, since you are staying over, I need to make dinner for you. I am certain that you got enough of hospital food, I can say I did too.” He said as he led us to the kitchen.“You could have told me and I would have gotten the best spread from your favorite restaurant. I still have your black card with me.” I told him from behind. He was taking long strides unknowingly, leaving me with my short legs to pitter after him. I used to consider myself average height, until well, I met my boss. He towered over me by several inches that I had to look up to him. As I thought of it, I chuckled under my breath when I remembered me yelling at him at that fundraiser event we went for. I would have looked so funny as I yelled at him. He wouldn't have felt threatened as my little framed self yelled at him. I probably looked like a goat in front of an elephant.“That would just make me seem like a prima Donna that likes having his way. I already frightened you and caused you stre
I Can't Help How I Feel About Him“I really don't understand how a house this big can only have one room. What then are the remaining spaces in the house for? A big hall?" I asked him still shocked that he claimed that this house only had a room.“Well, technically, I don't literally mean that the house has just one room.” He replied.“Then, what do you mean?” I asked.“What I mean is, just one room is in use, mine that is. The rest of the rooms have not been used in months. At first the housekeepers were cleaning it every week, but I noticed it was tasking on them, so I told them not to bother and clean it every three months. The house is actually homogeneous and there are other things they can be focused on. So, the remaining rooms haven't been cleaned in weeks now. It would be clouded with dust and it'll make you ill.”“So, it's not something I can quickly clean out and sleep there?” I asked because when I said yes to sleeping over, I wanted to spend the night in the house, not spe
You Didn't Lock The Door?He deepened the kiss even further, like he has been starved of my lips. His hands rested inches away from her bum. I felt my nipples hardened again my pyjama shirt and because we were practically glued in each other's arms, I knew he felt them too. I tried to draw back, but he detected that and held me in place.He withdrew from the kiss without as much breathing heavily, but I on the other hand was panting. And fun fact, I was not tired of kissing him, instead I wanted more of him. If Kissing wasn't a sport, it should become one because tell me why I was so out of breath as if I did cardio exercises? Funny still, I wanted to still kiss him as much as when I hadn't kissed him before, even more than before. Now that I had tasted his lips when we were both lucid, I wanted him even more.“I want to feel every inch of you. Don't withdraw, okay?” He told me and pulled me to his body and rolled from his side, to me on top of him and him below. Hmmm, I think this m