Vincent ‘What the heck did I agree to?!’ I internally yelled at myself as I walked out of the airport with my luggage. My talk with Arya, in no way, ended the way I’d imagined. It, rather, took a whole new turn, spiraling me out of control. I made a freaking promise! Was I high? Did she inject me with a brain jumbling drug? No! but I still agreed to marry her. “He has just three months to live,” she’d said in bitter tears. I wasn’t expecting that at all. “I thought I could fool him by bringing any random guy and making him believe he was the one. I couldn’t fool the old man. He saw right through me, Vincent,” she’d said. “I pondered on how to fulfill my dad’s happiness, but I always came out short, not until I met you, Vincent.” I’d been shocked, transfixed, brain dead when she said all that. Her dad dying was huge enough. The implications were enormous. “Why is that? How many opinions has he gotten? How many doctors have confirmed this?” I asked, really concerned about her dad
Anne My heart made dangerous palpitations as I walked slowly towards Vincent’s porch. I’d been running earlier but as soon as I saw the door in view, I’d screeched to a stop when I realized I didn’t know what I’d say when I got there, nor who I’d introduce myself as. Andrew, from the studio, had called to inform me that Vincent’s plane had landed. “How, where, when?” I’d asked like a crazy person. “I don’t know. He said it was sort of an emergency,” he’d informed me. “I’m heading to the house now. I’ll meet you there, he’d said before hanging up.” I was excited, anxious, nervous, and every synonym that could describe my sweaty hands, rapid heartbeat, and gasping. I’d shuffled around the room, rummaging through my wardrobe for a pair of trousers and shoes to slip on, but with the way my body was reacting, I kept tripping and falling. It didn’t deter me. Eventually, I found the things I was looking for and sped out of the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” my mum had querie
Anne “Hi Anne,” she greeted, rather forced. “Hi, Arya,” I replied excitedly. I was glad to see a familiar face. Somehow, I felt her presence would create a less awkward ambiance for Vincent and me. “Is Rebecca here?” I asked, looking over her shoulder into the house. “No, Anne,” came her clipped reply. “Thank God! Umm… where is he?” I asked eagerly, smiling from ear to ear. Finally! “You can’t be here, Anne,” she stated, never returning my smile or my excitement. “Why not?” I asked with a small frown, oblivious to her foul mood that must have begun the minute she saw me. I thought the answer she would give would be that Rebecca could show up anytime and cause a scene. That was why I said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be quick. I know he still doesn’t remember me. If he did, he would have come straight to see me. But it’s not an issue. I just want to see him. I can introduce myself as your friend,” I rushed, gasping for air when I finished. “That won’t be possible,” she stated unsmilingl
Anne “Anne!” Dr. Arya called after me and then followed me. I don’t know what she was going to do when she walked up to me, but the look on my face must have stopped her. I looked around the whole living room in shock. The whole place had changed, more like redecorated. Everything was totally different than they were when I was an occupant. The walls were repainted and all the furniture changed. If you placed a picture of the house I was used to and the one I was seeing now, you’d think they were two different houses. It wasn’t only about Vincent’s health, they wanted him to completely forget I ever existed. “Anne, you can’t be in here,” said Arya. I twirled on my feet to face her, a death glare on my face. “What’s wrong with you, Dr. Arya? I thought you were on my side. What have I done to you?” I asked bitterly. She didn’t respond. She just stared guiltily at her feet. “Anne, my dad is dying,” she said, raising her face to reveal water-filled eyes. I was confused. What has
Anne I knew I needed to fight, but I was so tired. Life was casually throwing mountain-sized obstacles my way without a care. It was getting really difficult to continue holding on. I was hurting terribly. I was slowly dying. The universe must be against Vincent and I. Maybe, in our past life, we had committed a lot of heinous crimes that earned us a curse. Whatever it may be, I was exhausted from fighting it. “What the hell are you doing, Anne? I’ve been calling you non-stop. See, your phone is right beside you,” Pamela admonished, coming over to my bed and picking up my phone. “Anne, 30 missed calls! Have you gone nuts?” she scolded. I was lying down, facing the ceiling, with my eyes wide open. I didn’t bother looking her way or giving her any response. When she realized I wasn’t planning on responding, she stopped talking and looked at me. Her next words were a bit slower and calmer. “Anne? What is it?” she asked, sitting on the bed and scooting closer to me. “Anne, talk to
Andrew “Hey bro,” I greeted and hugged Vincent. “Since the locks have been changed, I couldn’t get access to the house. That’s why you see me knocking like a stranger,” I said with a smile. “I’ve got the spare upstairs. I’ll go get it for you,” he said and was about to walk off, but I stopped him. “Where is mum?” I asked, taking a step into the house. “She left right after you did yesterday,” he replied, and continued walking. I’d come here yesterday after I called Anne and found Vincent, Arya, and my mum in the living room. I was scared mum must’ve rudely sent Anne away, that was why after I welcomed my brother and talked with him for a while, I left and called Anne. I had thought she’d met my mum, but after our discussion yesterday, I found out she only met Arya when she arrived. “Uh…Before you go get the keys, I’d like you to meet someone,” I said, making him stop again. He turned and looked straight at the door. I closely watched his every expression and demeanor. This woul
Anne “Are you okay?” he asked with so much concern, making me shoot my eyes open and stare at him. Just like every other time when I couldn’t catch myself when I tripped, I always had my eyes shut while I waited for impact on the hard ground. “Uh… I’m fine,” I replied, watching his every expression. “Sorry about that,” he said with a smile, then slipped his hand away and moved past me. I just stood there for a while, rewinding the moment that had just happened. I recalled his facial expression when our hands touched. Nothing happened. There was no form of stalling or recognition. But I felt it all. I don’t know if it showed on my face, but inside me was on fire. All my receptive nerves felt every single contact his hands made on mine. Hot, electrifying waves shot from my hand to the pit of my stomach, sending the dormant butterflies up into the air. That was part of the reason I stood there. Pamela came over and placed her hand on the small of my back, urging me to move forward
Anne The next phase of our plan was to relive that time Vincent and I spent a night together on the couch. It was kinda a touchy topic because Andrew was into me at that time, but he assured me he was good. I told them what had transpired, so we made a plan to have me go over to Vincent’s. But before we did, Andrew had to pick a day Arya would be on call throughout the night. He had gotten this information from his buddy at his dad’s hospital. The day came, and I got ready to go at 6 pm. The only thing we couldn’t control was the rain, so we decided I wasn’t going to spend the night because that would be awkward. There wouldn’t be a good explanation for that. Miraculously, the rain did fall on that day, but not at the time we all desired. It happened that on my way, heaven let up, without so much as a single warning. The downpour was massive. Just the short distance from the taxi to his front door got me drenched right down to my panties. I felt our plan had flopped. The rain was
Anne I felt a hand slip into my PJs and began walking its magic there. A moan escaped my lips as sensual pressure built in my core. I was lying on our king-sized bed with white sheets and a duvet, in our large bedroom. I’m too sleepy or maybe lazy to describe it. Just take this though, the walls are white. The side tables holding up the bedside lamps are also white but with golden designs along the edges, matching that of the bed frame, which has extra huge golden spirals on the tall headrest just above my pillow. By the corner, a long wooden cabinet that holds several drawers is attached to the wall. On top of the cabinet are different figurines and sculptures, then close to it is a magnificent white dressing table that houses my very few beauty products, and an equally magnificent mirror with the same golden design on its edges. There are two walk-in closets on opposite sides of the room. One is for Vincent and the other, mine. A second door closer to my closet lead to the bathroo
Vincent The heavens grumbled like an old giant before I began feeling splatters of droplets on me. I glanced up at the skies and smiled. It was as if it knew how I felt inside. It was a thunderous feeling. I sped past cars on Andrew’s bike, squinting to see clearly as the rain had begun pouring with reckless abandon. How didn’t I see it? How could one be so close, yet so far away?! I felt what I felt, but I just couldn’t see what I was supposed to see, simply because of amnesia. Now it’s all coming back to me! Like a waterfall crashing against the oceans, my memories came flooding in. “I’m coming, Anne. Just wait, okay? I’m coming,” I breathed, maneuvering through the impending hold-up that the rain caused. ‘Slow down you dumb-a**’ my mind warned. I listened to it and went slower till I was off the traffic and onto the small road leading to Anny’s. My heart pounded against my chest as I neared her apartment. The gate that’d had been there when I rented the place for her was un
Vincent Arya made it sound like I had the best of times with her. She may be right because the feelings I had for her couldn’t have been created by mere moments. We must have gone through thick and thin for me to have realized what I had and cherish it. Arya made me to almost desire to stay back and savage the little I could from all we had left. I couldn’t. Because I was hurt. I lost my memory. I couldn’t remember any of my time with her, or even her face, yet I couldn’t get myself to make love to any other woman. She had all the knowledge. She knew all the bits and pieces of our trials and tribulations, but the moment I step out of the picture, she finds solace in the arms of my brother. Now, she has a baby for him. I couldn’t live with that. Her love for me didn’t nearly match the way I felt for her. I couldn’t fight when she’d already given up a year ago. Why didn’t she come after me? Why didn’t she make plans to make me remember slowly? She only comfortably devised plans
Anne The knock on the door made me jerk and involuntarily drop the scissors outside the bathtub. Andrew couldn’t have been back so early, and definitely won’t be knocking gently. Pamela wouldn’t too. Who could be knocking? My dead heart arose and, like a diver, dipped into the pit of my stomach as the thought of Vincent being the one at the door entered my head. It couldn’t be, could it? He should be in the airport now if he wasn’t on the plane already. I didn’t really care to check the time since Andrew left. Is It possible that Andrew had talked Vincent out of leaving? That’ll be if he saw him on time. I didn’t want to ignite my hope only to watch it explode in my face yet again. I’d wanted to wait a bit to see if the caller would go away, but then the knocking would wake Lucia, who’d begin crying and wake my mother. That thought made me hurriedly step out of the bathtub. My legs were wobbly from all the fear and trepidation of what I’d decided to do. I gingerly put one foot i
Anne I carefully carried sleeping Lucia and placed her on the duplicate cot in my mum’s room. I slowly and noiselessly stepped back and out of a room, throwing a glance at my mum, who was snoring lightly on her bed. I then switched off the light and shut the door behind me. Finally, the time has come. I made sure I locked all the doors for the night before heading to my room. Pamela had come earlier and suggested staying with me till Andrew comes or calls. Andrew must have called her to come. Well, I refused all her persistence and almost got angry at her stubbornness. She’d grudgingly accepted to leave. In my room, I took out a pen and scribbled down a few thoughts of mine. I hadn’t time to write a full epistle because I was hurting badly. If I did have the time, I would have written long notes to every one of the people I know who would be hurt by my actions. I’d wanted to live for Lucia, but seeing her face, eyes and long hair reminded me so much of him. One would think that wo
Vincent “We need to talk, Arya,” I said, watching her enter the parlor. She stretched her mouth into a thin line, nodding her head in agreement. “We’re finally having the talk,” she said, removing her jacket and dropping it on the couch alongside her bag. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, after sitting down on the couch opposite mine. Silence engulfed us for minutes. It was as if we both knew where all this was headed. “Arya, I’m sorry,” I began. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t. It would be a total mess marrying me in this state. You guys were right, I’ve not healed entirely, and I shouldn’t have come back here…” I had my eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reaction. She simply looked back at me without a flinch. “Arya, let’s call off the wedding,” I conferred. She didn’t respond or divulge any emotion that showed how she felt about what I said. After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then cleared her throat. “It’s sad. Honestly, I prayed it w
Andrew My brother has been ignoring me ever since I took him to see Anne a day ago. I don’t know what he was thinking, but for him to be acting this way, his thoughts weren’t in our favor. Anne had gone there to meet with him that same day while I’d gone straight to the studio. I was going to call Anne and ask how it transpired, but we finished so late at night and I was so exhausted that I passed out immediately my head touched my pillow back at our family house. The next day, I called Anne, but she didn’t answer. I called Vincent, but he, too, ignored my calls. So, after my recording session, I’d gone to Vincent’s but when I saw my mum’s car parked in front of the house, I made a U-turn and headed for Anne’s apartment instead. It was a sunny afternoon. I got there and met her coiled up on her bed, crying her eyes out once again. Racheal and Pam were there trying to make her eat her food. “You’ll make Rachael miss her doctor’s appointment, Anne,” Pam had warned. That was the only
Vincent Mum had threatened to take Anne’s baby away from her. She’d told me how she'd contacted her lawyers and had every paperwork done so that once Arya and I leave, the real work starts. “No, mum,” I’d refused. “Son, that our grandchild there. She cannot live in the slums,” she’d argued. “I’ve been there, mum. It’s not a slum, and Andrew is more than capable of caring for that child,” I countered. I was hurting real bad. I felt like I was drowning… it was overwhelming. Having these massive conflicting emotions, then having to stick up for what I believed was right, was slowly killing me. “Son, she has to pay for what she’d done to us! She cannot go scot-free. My husband and I, for over a year, have had no meaningful conversation because of her. He’d gone rigid around me,” she said in tears. “He’d not touched me for over a year because of that witch, Vincent,” she divulged bitterly. “She created a rift between your brother and yourself in the past, now, a much bigger one by hav
Vincent ‘Anne.’ I guess that’s her real name. It actually rang a bell. I remember pronouncing that name, and it must have meant so much to me because whenever I called it out, which I was doing often since that time with Arya in the kitchen, I felt a cacophony of emotions attack me. There was peace, followed by fear, then agitation, trepidation, fury, and what have you? It was strange. Her name held so much power, yet I couldn’t still remember. It was frustrating! “Have you booked the tickets, Vin?” mum asked from where she sat on the couch. She’d come around right after Arya left the house. Arya has been giving me the silent treatment ever since I mistakenly called her the name that tormented my subconscious, the day before. “Yes, mum,” I replied grudgingly from the dining table where I was getting some reading done. “Have you heard from dad?” I asked. “No, hun, but don’t you worry, he would be available for the wedding. I just received his clothes from his tailor. We’ll be tr