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
Achilles’ Point of View:I left her room after she was lying on the bed. As I came out, I saw Carlos pacing around in the living room.“What happened?” He asked.“Well…”He raised his eyebrows.“I… kissed her and I don’t know, she—she fainted.” I added as I moved toward him.He exhaled. “So you think her memory came back because of it?”“I don’t know, but maybe.”“Well, we can only wait and see.” He shrugged.“Right. You, wait and see. I’ll be in my room.”“What? No, you can’t—”“If she remembers everything, she wouldn’t wanna see me, Carlos,” I justified as I threw my hands in my pocket. “I’m in my room, okay? You stay in the room next to hers. If there’s any sound, check on her.”He took a moment before agreeing.“I’ll call you when she wakes up.”“No, call me when she leaves,” I concurred. He shared a glance with me before heading off to her room.I took a deep breath as my eyes lingered over her room door for a few moments. The last kiss, even though it was on borrowed time—was th
Achilles’ Point of View:‘How long could we be a sad song?Till we were too far gone to bring back to life,I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathyand all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldierFighting in—’The song was interrupted by the knock on my door. I groaned as I hit pause on my phone and walked over to open the door. Carlos looked at me with a sad expression, enough for me to know she woke up, remembered everything, left and probably wants nothing to do with me.I stepped aside as he walked in and sat down on a chair.“She’s gone,” He said slowly after a brief moment.I exhaled as I walked past him, over to my bed. “Yeah, I figured.”“She was worried if you were okay.” He looked up at me as if that was supposed to change my mind about her feelings.“She’s hu
Achilles’ Point of View:Since it was late night, I figured there was nothing I could do about any of it and just should wait for morning. I spent the better part of the night trying to process how to face dad after everything and how to mend things with Carlos. The thing about him was that he’d always forgive me if I did something wrong, but he had little empathy for himself. So even when I knew it wasn’t his fault at all, I had to make sure he thought the same.The morning came after a very long time, and a lot of turning around. It was 8 A.M. when I got the strength to get up and make some coffee—and that was also the time I heard some movements in the living room.I went downstairs and saw Carlos making some coffee in the kitchen. He looked over at me.“Didn’t think you’d stay.” I said as I walked over.“Yeah, well, I’m not letting you out of my sight till you agree with everything I ask you to do.” He turned to me and then picked up his coffee cup.“And what’s that?”“I haven’t d
Isabella’s Point of View:I sat down in my apartment and sighed. I guess it was indeed time to leave the past behind and look forward to making things work again. Although, it did seem like I’ll have to leave my job at Achilles’ company.Well, I didn’t work anyway. It was a joke in the name of a job. I needed to see through my college application and apply for one as soon as I could. But maybe first I needed to get my life together first, eh?I received a message so I picked my phone to check. It was from Stefan.“Hey. Heard you got discharged. How you feeling?”“Better, I think,” I texted back. “Kinda hard to tell when I don’t remember how I felt for the past month.”“You don’t remember?”“No,” I said.He took a while before texting again. “You wanna meet for lunch?”“Sure. You here?”“Yeah. How’s the coffee shop on 7th Avenue Street?”“Works for me.”“Cool, meet you at 2.”“Okay.”I shook my head and decided to manage my place for the rest of the time. I had so much to catch up on.
Carlos’ Point of View: “Yeah, yeah. I remember. The purple blinders for the room, got it.” I laughed and said to Jo, who was on the other side of the phone in her cabin, still at the company. “Yeah!” She laughed back. “I’ve missed you.” “I didn’t,” I replied and watched her nod in sarcasm. “Carlos, baby, you’ve been dying the past months.” I chuckled. “That’s overdoing it.”“So when are you gonna ask me to move in?” She smirked. A smile formed on my lips. “Well—”“I mean, I’d probably wait for you know, the formality of spending months together before booking a very special place and then, the whole shenanigans, and then you’d give me the key, but we really don’t have that kind of time.” I exhaled, putting up a fake smile. It was now… kind of easy for her to talk about her condition. She’d bring it up, laugh it off. Maybe she had time to adjust—adjust? How can someone adjust to the news of them dying? — but she had. She really didn’t feel pity for herself, or got sad, at least n