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
Achilles’ Point of View:I walked inside Isabelle’s ward after I got a text that Carlos wouldn’t be able to make it. She was still awake—she had stopped falling asleep so much and has been generally better. Although that did mean that the chances of her memory returning were dimming every second. I didn't know if it was good or bad, to be honest. I obviously was happy that she was getting better because that meant she was genuinely happier and doesn't hate me at all, but that also kept me in this dull ocean of guilt that I was getting away with hurting her without a proper punishment or even any consequences at all.I put up a smile and walked inside. Her eyes shifted toward me as she sat up. “Hey.”“Hey.”She looked at me—from my eyes down to my body and her eyes stopped at my chest. I felt anxious as if she could see through it, so I looked down and my eyes widened at the small burnt part of my shirt. It might have happened because I put it down immediately after taking the flames a
Achilles’ Point of View:“You hurt yourself?” Her voice quivered as she uttered the words looking in my eyes.Those words from her made me shiver back in response and my heart rate elevated. No, she can not know, right? I can’t let her know about this. She had no proof anyway.“What?” I asked back and chuckled. “You hit your head?”“I might be bad at remembering stuff but I’m not stupid, Achilles,” She took a step toward me.“So just because I have a lighter laying around at my place, I hurt myself?” I laughed again. “That’s the circumstantial evidence that even a local court won’t accept.”“Then I might be lucky it’s not a court,” She came over to me. “Tell me the truth, please.”“I already did,” I exhaled. “That’s bullshit.”“Really? So let me state the very obvious reasons I am reaching this conclusion and if you can contradict them then I’ll believe you.”“Okay.”Obviously, it was gonna be easy. Even though I don’t particularly enjoy her being ill, she wouldn’t be able to put toge
Achilles’ Point of View:“I hope you count me as a good enough friend to share. I’m here, for you, Achilles. And I know you said no, but… I love you.” Isabelle said with sincere eyes as she looked at me.I looked back at her, taken aback by her sudden confession. It took a long moment for me to muster up a reply that wouldn’t complicate things further.“Isabe—”“No, shh,” She stopped me from saying anything as she picked up the cream and started applying it slowly and delicately. “Don’t say it.”“Uh…” I exhaled.“I know you do
Carlos’ Point of View:“Mr. Diaz? The boss is here.” My assistant said from the other side of the locked door.I gasped and looked over at Jo, as she pulled back, her eyes widened. She hurriedly rushed to pick up her dress as I put on my clothes too—all within a few seconds, returning some of the stuff that fell earlier, back to the table and taking our positions. We both shared a glance, took a breath and I nodded.“C-come in,” I said and coughed as Jenny walked in.“Hello, Mr. Diaz. The boss wants to see you in his office.” She looked at me with a small smile.I nodded. She looked over at Jo, who had a troubled expression on her face. “I see you’ve already met Ms. Josephine.”“Ah, yes,” I replied with a smile. “Quite a pleasur
Isabelle’s Point of View:I took a deep breath as I stared at Achilles. He looked so pretty in his messy hair which fell on his forehead as perfect as they could, his beautiful eyes so innocent and lovely, just the most beautiful thing I had ever seen—and his perfect lips. His expression was fragile, and delicate as he looked at me with calmness.“Achilles?” I asked as he didn’t say anything.“Damn it, Isabella, I…” He looked at my eyes and my lips simultaneously. The way he did that made me think he almost wanted to kiss me, but didn’t he say I couldn’t do that till everything came back to me? Why would he give me mixed signals when he knew that I was…I stepped back because I knew I couldn’t control myself if he kept staring at me like that. He looked away as soon as our distance increased. I turned around and moved back into the room.“What’s up, A–Achilles?” I asked to change the topic. “And what are you doing up already? I told you to rest for sometime.”“Yeah, you did…” he whispe