Achilles’ Point of View:I went inside her ward after the conversation with Carlos, and looked at Isabelle—who seemed to be more confused as ever. She looked at me with caution, her eyes wandering off in conflict as to whether to trust me or not. Maybe walking out like I did without even telling her anything wasn’t the best idea. Although, it was time to make this right.“Uh,” I said as I took a seat beside her—a little away, but close enough to speak slowly and still be audible: “I am Achilles, your—your friend.”“Oh,” She whispered. “And that—that guy earlier?”“He’s Carlos, also your friend. Well, actually, he’s my best friend, but you two get along.”She nodded, understanding. There was little understanding on my part though—because everything that I knew about memory loss after a brain trauma screamed that she’d probably be agitated, confused, furious, or aggressive. Although, she was relatively very calm and collected.“Um, so…” She exhaled. “Well, awkward, but who am I?”I let
Achilles’ Point of View:I went to the bar with Carlos. It was a little far from the hospital, but still a decent place to sit down and have a conversation. The smell of cigarettes, stale beer and whiskey hit my nose as soon as I entered, sending me into an instant state of relief.“Two beers, please,” Carlos said to the bartender as we sat down in front of the counter.Apparently, Carlos had also made sure that no paparazzi could spot us as this place was a little secluded. If he wasn’t here, I probably would make headlines everyday—and not for good things.The man nodded, and started mixing drinks. I looked over at Carlos who exhaled as he pushed one of the glasses toward me.“You must be tired.”“Yeah, well,” I picked it up. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do.”“Hmm,” He agreed as we took a sip.“Well, I couldn’t help but notice,” I said as the conversations replayed in my mind, “You were talking to me as if you knew the situation really personally. Did something happen in
Achilles’ Point of View:The next morning, I woke up earlier than I wanted to. It was still 5:46 AM, but I knew better than to sleep for another hour. Instead, I went to take a shower and then check on Carlos.I knocked on his door but apparently, he was still asleep. So, I decided to go to Isabella instead, writing a text that he should come over whenever he could.The ride to the hospital in the early morning of 6:24 AM was really quiet and peaceful. I parked in the parking lot, heading inside and to Bella’s cabin.To my surprise, she was awake and staring at the ceiling when I entered.“Hey Isabelle,” I said as I took a seat beside her.Her eyes shifted toward me. She looked at me from top to bottom, as if analysing me for the first time—and a look of confusion washed over her face.“You’re…?”Oh, was this the case when she would forget stuff again and again? Well, here we go then.I exhaled. “Achilles. Uh, we’re friends.”“Oh,” She stole her eyes away again and drove herself in th
Achilles’ Point of View:As soon as Carlos left, I looked around the hallway. A lot of other people were here now—just bringing water, or food, or coffee for their loved ones. Their smiles were evident, some of them fake while others were happy to just have the opportunity to take care of their loved ones.A loud breath escaped my life. I had no one now, and it was no one’s fault. I was given the chance to have the best friend anyone could ask for—to have the best lover I didn’t really ever deserve, and I fucked it all up for no reason.I always thought I knew what I wanted in my life. Since the start, when I—when I saw the world through the black. It wasn’t grey to me like it is to most people, it was pure jet black. I saw first-hand what it was like to have a shitty family, what it was like to just destroy everyone who wanted nothing but to love you. I thought I had learned my lesson when I lost my mother because of how much she loved the monster who I swore to never become.I couldn
Achilles’ Point of View:“Mr. Roman, Ms. Isabelle’s mother is here. Because of your previous mention, I thought to inform you before she can meet her.”I exhaled. What the fuck? Why was she here? And why would she come here after all this time?After processing my reply, I spoke. “Uh, I’ll be there and have a conversation with her first. Thank you for informing me.”“That’s alright. Thank you.” The call ended and I looked at Carlos, who just looked back at me equally confused.“Well, I think we should go,” I said, “You coming?”“Uh, sure,” He grinned and I smiled, hurrying to the car and then driving back to the hospital.We reached inside and found mom standing in the reception hall. She looked at me confused before coming toward me with a smile.“Oh, Achilles, how have you been?” Her voice was filled with care—I didn’t know if it was fake or not.“What are you doing here, mom?” My face was serious as I ignored her question.“What do you mean? Isabella’s in there!” She exclaimed as i
Achilles’ Point of View:The last sentence of the diary left my heart beating like a drum. I breathed heavily as my eyes stared at the words.“I don’t know if it’s even possible, or if you’re even available… but I think I like you, and there’s nothing more I want than to be with you.”I let out a shuddered breath. This might just have been the longest I was speechless. There were no words, no thoughts in my head—a dead silence that went round and round as I processed it, but my mind was completely blank. I had planned for everything in my life, but there wasn’t a single second I thought this could happen.“Uh, Achilles?” I heard her voice after what felt like at least seven minutes. I looked up at
Carlos’ Point of View:I was working full time in Scarlet Industries. It was a developing company that rose to fame in the last three years and was looking to expand. Even though I had originally wanted to start my own, I knew it wasn’t easy, I didn’t have enough time and I loved working more than I loved bossing people around.My boss was a nice fellow. He had been kind enough to let me visit Isabelle on Fridays for hours—even though his work ethic was strong and he’d make all of us work six days a week. In return for his nice efforts, I worked my ass off on work days and made sure he was satisfied with my work.Everything was in order. Fridays were usually my favourites—I had to work less, I
Josephine’s Point of View:I kissed his lips and waited for him to reciprocate until he pulled me closer and dominated my mouth. He turned me around and pushed me against the wall, his hands tracing my body as his tongue tasted every part of my mouth.After kissing me for a while, he pulled back and then looked at me. “Are you sure?”“Yes.”As soon as I said that, he turned me around, opened my dress and let it fall to the ground. I turned back to face him and he pressed his mouth against mine, his hands touching my back and my waist simultaneously in passion.“Ah…” I moaned as he continued to trace my body with his hands. His lips left mine and he started leaving wet kisses from my mouth to my neck as I moaned. I arched my back as his lips made contact with my naked skin.“Shh,” He bit my earlobe, “It’s an office.”“I know…” I breathed out as he continued to kiss me all the way down to my cleavage and then remove my bra.I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes. He sucked on my nippl