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
Achilles’ Point of View:I looked at the two of them kissing and suddenly, I felt anger building up inside me. My heart was beating against my chest loudly as I realised what was happening. I couldn’t believe she could move on already—she didn’t even remember the last month, and she was already kissing someone new? And Stefan? How the fuck is he even a sane choice? He left her all alone when she needed him!The more I looked at them, the more my blood boiled. It felt like someone stabbed me with a knife and twisted it ruthlessly and I couldn’t move at all, no matter how hard I tried. It’s like there’s nothing more that I wanted to do than look away, but I couldn’t because I liked the way it hurt.After a little while, I finally looked away. I had to get out of here before I lost my temper and did something that’d probably just hurt me instead of them. I couldn’t let them win, right?As soon as I reached home, I called Carlos because I needed to talk to someone about this. He picked it
Isabella’s Point of View:After having the coffee “date” with Stefan, I went back to my place. I needed some time to process everything that happened—I still wasn’t sure if I made the right move, but letting him down without thinking wasn’t the right thing either. I didn’t want him to hurt, not after everything he had done for me.I went inside and sat down in the living room, and it was just a few minutes before I heard my doorbell ring. I groaned before getting up and dragging my ass to the door. I was tired of facing people who claim to have done several things which I don’t remember, leaving me with no choice but to believe them.I opened the door and saw Carlos—well, this was unexpected. With all the talk of us never talking again, you know.“Hey Carlos,” I said as I stepped aside. “I didn’t… expect you.”“I know,” He said as he entered inside.I followed him inside the living room where we sat down and I looked at him, curious. He looked back at me with a judgy gaze.“You, uh, y
Isabella’s Point of View:I reached Hawaii on time, but it felt as if it took a hundred extra years. Time moved so slow sometimes and it was excruciating to wait through it. As soon as I got off the plane, I rushed to find a cab and then headed to the hotel he was staying in—I knew because I asked Carlos on my way here.Earlier, he had asked me to stay back and wait for him to come back and let him have peace for the week, but I knew that none of us would be at more peace than the peace we’ll be in when I tell him everything.I owed it to him with everything in my life.I hurried inside the hotel and found the receptionist.“Hey. Do you—uh, can you tell me which room is, uh, Achilles Roman is staying in?” I asked as she looked up at me.“I’m sorry but we can not disclose such information without the person’s permission. Do you want me to call him?”“Yeah… yeah call him,” I agreed and exhaled. If he knew I were here, he’d atleast see me, right? Right?Well, it was worth a try.“I’m sor
Isabella’s Point of View:The ambulance stopped in front of a hospital. They took the stretcher out and carried him inside, taking him to the ER. I was asked to stay outside while they administer some drugs and medicine to neutralise the toxins and help him with the continuous throwing up.I was out of my mind. Seeing him in so much pain was so hard—I could feel like my breath was sucked right out of me, the way he looked like he had given up on everything. Was it because of me? I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if it was. I hadn’t imagined that the greatest pain I’d ever feel would be when I see him in pain. But the way my heart was sinking in my stomach and the lump was building up in my throat—I had never felt so scared in my life. Not even when anybody assaulted me. Not even when I drove in front of that truck. I was always scared when those things happened, but right now, I was terrified. I was paralysed.After calming myself down for a few minutes, I took out my phone and called Ca