MARKThe fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor flickered sporadically, casting a sterile, almost cold glow on the polished floors. The antiseptic scent of disinfectant filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from a nearby vending machine. I walked with hurried steps, eager to reach Giulia's room. The rhythmic beeping of monitors and hushed conversations of nurses provided a constant backdrop to my thoughts.When I finally reached her room, I gently knocked and pushed the door open. Giulia lay in bed, her pale face turned towards the window. Her red hair cascaded over the pillow, and despite her illness, she looked serene, almost ethereal. I smiled, trying to mask my worry, but as her eyes met mine, they narrowed in concern."Mark?” I held my breath as she gave me a once-over. It was an inspection I didn't need because I knew how unkempt I looked.She whispered something about my appearance under her breath; something I heard. I glanced at my refle
MARK"Mary, that's okay," Giulia laughed. "Let's give him a break, shall we?""We shouldn't," the reply came back, firm, with a touch of disgust."Mark, you look... breathtaking," Giulia said, finally deciding to ignore her bodyguard. "I'd have kissed you, but... you know, Mary would have your head if you come three steps closer." To confirm what she said, two icy glaciers were shot at me by the guard.Shit. Could Mary just... I don't know, go home and take a nap.I sat on the chair facing the bed and blushed as Giulia dished out compliments to me. *~*~*~*~*~*I left the hospital moments later. Mary was already joining in on the conversations Giulia and I had, smiling softly when something funny was said. Guess I would just have to approach her later on to seal off the truce.Beneath the smiles was a wave of intense sadness. The grief was unbearable, and beneath it all, a burning rage simmered within me. Edith. The name alone ignited a fury that coursed through my veins like wildfir
GIULIA“You can't just forgive him, girl!” Mary hit her palm on the table, almost sending my heart on a hitchhike. “What happened to our plans to make him pay for all the things he did to you? Don't tell me you let that slide?” “No, that's not it.” Sighing, I got up from the bed and leaned on a pillow. “Can't you see how pitiful he looked? Didn't you notice how he ran to brush up on his appearance after I commented on how dishevelled he looked?”“That still doesn't mean he should be forgiven easily.” She folded her arms stubbornly, glaring at me. “You are making me look like the bad guy, you know?” “It wasn't my plan.” I felt it was time for me to let things slide. It doesn't mean I was ready to be with him. I just thought keeping malice wasn't the right way to go. He seemed genuinely repentant, which caused a change in my heart. “Not your intention? But I saw it as that.” Sighing, she leaned back in the chair. “Do you want to get back with him? Are you willing to forget all he did
MARK*trigger warning* The sound of her screams was like music to my ears. Basking in bliss, I left her there and walked outside, closing my eyes to feel the night air on my face. She would pay... tonight. The warehouse loomed in the night, a shadow against a canvas of stars. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rust, mingling with the faint tang of old oil and machinery. Those boys picked a good spot. Outside, the symphony of the night played its haunting tune: the distant hoot of an owl, the rustle of leaves, and the incessant chirping of crickets. Occasionally, the scurrying of small creatures echoed in the stillness, their presence a mere whisper against the oppressive silence.My senses were heightened. Maybe because of the adrenaline pumping through me, or because of the furious bloodthirst hanging painfully in my chest like a brick. Inside, the dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, flickering from a single, naked bulb that swung slightly, moved by an unse
GIULIAAfter a series of screaming from Edith, everything went quiet, and the phone went off. Mark seemed to have disconnected. “She's gone,” I whispered, peering up at Mary, who nodded. “Yes, she's no more. That bitch is gone," she agreed, reaching out to hug me.I couldn't tell what I felt at that time. It was a mixture of emotions, each swirling around until I felt nothing more but a numb sensation. I knew if this was under normal circumstances, Edith's screams of agony would have haunted me in my dreams. But I felt nothing. Not even pity. “She won't hurt me ever again?” I asked again, this time, my gaze went to June, who was silently staring at the screen. She had said no words since it went blank, but I recognized she had so many things going through her mind. Her eyes were red from unshed tears. I could see how much she was keeping in, the emotions she kept bottled away from everyone. “Yes, she won't.” She looked up with a smile as if she could feel my stare. “Though we did
MARKA setup?! Shit.My heart beat wildly in my chest, my palms immediately generating moisture that I quickly wiped on my shorts. June should have given me some sort of heads-up!"Giulia," I said, quickly clearing my voice after realizing I sounded funny. She was looking at me with those brown eyes that let you see into her soul.The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The scent of the stew on the stove lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a bouquet on the table. My mind was a tangled mess of guilt and longing. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail, with loose curls framing her delicate face. Was she always this stunning? She looked stunning, a vision of strength and fragility, and the sight of her was almost too much to bear.I wanted to just jump into her arms there and then, and let her warmth seep into me like morning dew on the soil until my innermost dark clouds were slowly lifted. "Mark,
GIULIAShit!How could I have forgotten the two peeping toms by the door? With my eyes wide in shock, I swivelled around to look towards the door, exhaling when I noticed there was no one there. They might have realized we needed some time alone. “What's wrong?” Mark turned, frowning as his gaze returned to my face. “Oh. It's nothing.” I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hands around his waist, inhaling the sweet scent of… Well, food. He smelt like curry and spice. “Can you give me a moment? I need to whisk something for you,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my hair. “No, I want to hug you.” I pouted, peering up at him. “There's no telling when I will see you again since you like disappearing on me.” I stubbornly hugged him tight, knowing this might be the last time. Mark had always been a hard nut to crack. There was no telling what goes on in that head of his. It took a lot of scheming to get him. Letting go wasn't an option. “I'm not going anywhere,” he mur
MARKWe were seated on the front porch, gazing at the stars, our fingers entwined. From time to time during our conversation, she would tighten her grip and try to force my hand to the marble floor, gritting her teeth and laughing. When I offered resistance, her grip would go slack, only for her to try again moments later when she felt I wasn't on alert.She failed miserably in all her attempts. There was something about the current state of my life that I loved dearly. It was something about the way Giulia made me feel like mashed potatoes and her smile which never ceased to make me nostalgic.Just one flash of her pearly-white dentition and I was back in Seattle fifteen-plus years ago, running around with June and not giving a fuck. We used to also gaze at the stars, but at that time, it used to always be an argument on who could remember the types of stars Ms. RollingStone taught us.The thought made me smile. Oh, teenage June was lit. She taught me the definition of fun. Going bac