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
GIULIA“Forgive you for what?” I blinked, tilting my head to the side as I watched him. “Did you sack him because he helped me?”“No, not that.” He shook his head, peering down at his feet before he glanced back up. He seemed reluctant to tell me what it was he needed forgiveness for. Seeing him like that made me knit my brows. He looked very cute when embarrassed. If only he would learn to shed his bad boy persona, which he always showed to me, and adopt this new look. However cute he looked, I needed him to tell me what happened to Kenzo. “What is it, Mark?” My voice was stern. I folded my arms, scowling, to let him know I wasn't ready to let it slide until he told me what he did to Kenzo. I felt bad, though. Recalling my best friend after weeks of not doing so made me feel like a sham. “We fought.”“You engaged in combat????!” I yelled out before I could stop myself, my eyes wide in shock. “Well, that was what happened.” He lowered his head again. “I—”“You guys fought or y
MARK"Kristen, I cannot thank you enough," I stated appreciatively, my palms clasped in front of me. "Thank you so much for accommodating us. And thank you for the stress," I joked. He smiled, reaching out and pulling me into a hug. He was definitely adding some weight. Talk about June's cooking. "Don't mention at all," he said. "The best part about all of these is that we get to see you and Giulia back together. Love wins after all." He turned his smile to June who stood beside him. I'd almost forgotten that June was standing beside us. Kristen was greatly beekeeping age. There were red streaks of hair in his ponytail and beautiful white stands decorating his jaw. "We will miss you," June said. Her eyes turned solemn. "Mark, I just want you to be happy. You have had to... endure a lot. Giulia loves you so much. Don't let her down.""I won't." I stole a glance at Giulia. She was with Mary, consoling the heartbroken lady who couldn't stand the thought of our departure. They did this
GIULIAI had just stepped down from the car when Kenzo stormed out of the house. “What the hell is going on? Why are you guys—Lia?” He blinked, dazed. “Nah, I must be making things up,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. My lips lifted in a grin as my eyes ran over him, starting from his head to his feet, which were slipped into comfortable slippers. Kenzo had changed. It was obvious. The dramatic change made me lift an eyebrow. My once goofy friend looked more hardened, just like Mark did when I met him for the first time. He had completely shaved his hair, like a monk. There was no strand of hair on his head, and his eyes, which once held admiration whenever they beheld me, seemed lifeless. “Kenzo?” I finally found my voice, stepping towards him as I reached out to him. Seeing him this way tugged on my heartstrings. I couldn't tell why, but I felt I was part of the reason for his indifferent look. The minute his name left my lips, his face transformed as his lips lifted into a grin.
MARK"Shut up and come here," I said, pulling him in for a hug. He wasted no time in hugging me back. Giulia was smiling at us, laughing when necessary. She was catching lots of fun out of this."Don't ever reject my calls. Ever again," I warned him. "I'll kill you the next time that happens.""Oh, we're using threats now?" Giulia asked from behind me, speaking up before Kenzo could. "Stop cuddling him!"I rolled my eyes and slumped on the couch beside her. I was hardly settled before she got up and pulled me with her."Kenzo, I am starving," she said, pulling me towards the stairs. She sounded urgent. "Anything spicy is welcomed." Kenzo flashed her a wink before we started up the stairs. "Lia, what's the rush?" I asked, stopping us in the middle of the stairs.She answered me in action, pushing me against the wall and smashing our lips into each other."Woah," I whistled incredulously, pulling away with my hands raised in surrender. "Why are you so feral?""Mark, fuck me," she pante
GIULIA “Rise and shine, darling. It's a new day!” Kenzo yelled, unceremoniously drawing the curtains to let in the morning sunlight. “Kenzo!” I groaned, turning my back when I felt the harshness of the sunlight on my face. I covered my body with the blanket and made to place another pillow under my head when he snatched it from me. “It's almost 8 O'clock, darling. Time to wake up, and make some cool cash,” he said in a singsong voice, tugging the blanket away from my torso. “Can't I sleep for an hour more?” I pleaded, dragging the blanket with him. My eyes were still drowsy, and I wanted nothing more but to fall back to the bed, and doze until my eyes hurt, but the damned devil was out to frustrate me. “That won't do.” He yanked the blanket out of my hold and stepped back. “I gave you enough time to sleep. It's time to wake up now. Rise and shine, Beauty. You have a long day ahead of you.” “Fuck you!” Growling at him, I turned, wincing sharply at the bright light coming from
GIULIAHe didn't react. Gaping at me for a few seconds, he burst into laughter. “God, Lia. Who knew you could tell such dark jokes with an expressionless face? I almost believed you, you know?” His gaze was searching, despite his mirth, like he was seeking something, a smile from me, words that concurred with him, but I remained motionless and silent.Instead, tears rolled down my cheeks like a dripping faucet. It started with a drop before it escalated to more. And that was when Kenzo realized I wasn't playing about it. Who does that??? Even if I wanted to joke, it wouldn't be that expensive. “I'm sorry,” he apologized, wrapping his right arm around me, consoling me as he said words he knew would make me stop sobbing. It didn't work. Ever since I woke up in the hospital bed and cried when I heard the doctor's pronouncement, I had ceased crying, thinking I was strong. I thought I had forgotten about it, and wouldn't be affected by the reminder, but it wasn't so. We remained there fo
MARKThe city streets hummed as I drove through them, the scent of anticipation mingling with the crisp air. My heart was racing, but not from the excitement of the date with Giulia; rather, it was the frantic rhythm of my errands. The suit, the flowers—each task had to be completed before I could relax and prepare for the evening. I had always enjoyed these small bursts of organized chaos, but today, they felt like they were stretching beyond my control.Kenzo should have been the one running these orders, but since what happened happened, it felt like he had broken out of a cage and now realized that he had the strength and will of his own. I manoeuvred through the grid of city blocks, keeping my eyes peeled for the upscale men’s store where I hoped to find the perfect suit. Kenzo was on speed dial, and I was barely able to concentrate on the road as I juggled conversations and errands.“Kenzo, I’m almost at the store. Just a few more minutes, okay?” I said, my voice cracking sligh