Harry couldn't stop thinking about the way Robert had smiled at him, it made his body do a little weird thing that he couldn't place a finger on. The smile reached the corner of his eyes, it felt genuine and made him feel extra guilty. He hated this guilt that had formed a permanent home in him, it made him feel like he had to beg to get his previous body back - this wasn't his. He was growing more uncomfortable day by day.He couldn't stop thinking about why Robert had smiled at him. Was there something Bryan had told me that made him warm up to him? That was very unusual and slightly unsettling and startling. He would ask Bryan about it later but first he had to speak to Rina about the article, if it had been taken down. He was too scared to check by himself, it would make his anxiety spike up and he was exhausted of the tumultuous movement that went on in his chest each time he thought about it.Harry placed his phone to his ears as the phone rang, she picked up almost immediately.
"Hey, I'm at the smiths. Where are you sitting?""I'll meet you outside soon." She responded and just a few seconds later, he spotted a leaning figure coming out from the restaurant. She was dressed in leather pants and a leather jacket with high boots. "Hey." She greeted with a tight lipped smile."Hm hi." Harry replied.She stretched her hand for a handshake and he took her hands awkwardly and looked away."Seems like you're worst than the last time we met." Rina noted.It caused Harry to chuckle involuntarily. "What do you mean?""You already know." Truly Harry knew what she meant, he was more awkward than he was the last time they met. Then he was so eager and he tried to mask it awkwardness even though the masked slipped off from time to time but he managed to wear it back.The silence stretched for a few more minutes before she spoke again. "You sure you don't want come inside?" She asked."How about we stay outside?""That's fine by me. let me guess, your reason is that they'r
Aria stretched on the bed as her alarm beeped. Since she wasn't going to work, most times she spent longer time on her bed but today, she had to get out of her bed earlier than usual because Elanne was coming over. They had not seen each other in a while. She was getting tired of the few faces she saw each day. She needed a new face.She got out of her bed, realising that Robert must have gone to work. Aria picked up her phone, about to text him when his message came in: I left for work about a few minutes ago, I didn't want to wake you up. Have a great day and call me if you need anything. Love you.The text made Aria giggle a little. Robert truly had her heart, the things he said and did made her heart dance with joy.She replied: I will, take care of yourself.His reply came in immediately: I'm wondering why you didn't say the L word back.A: i just woke up and I wasn't thinking straight. I love you.Then she dropped her phone and made her way into the bathroom. She started by brus
When Robert came back, as he took off his office wear, all Aria could think about was how to tell him about her conversation with Elanne. Yes, she said she didn't care much about the investigation anymore she still wanted to share with him what she had found.Robert arched his brows at her after he cleared his throat. "Why does it feel like you're thinking about something? You wanna share?"Aria nodded. "Elanne came over today.""That's nice. You must be happy to have her company." Robert smirked and went ahead to sit. First took off his stockings then his shoes and went over to place them on the shoe rack. "So how was it?""Good, good. We talked about something." Aria told him, setting the tone for the conversation. "I want to tell you about it.""You know you can always talk to me about anything Princess. Haven't we established that?""Yeah," Aria nodded, silently hoping his interest wouldn't fade off when he figures out the subject."Go out, I'm waiting. I'm about to take a shower.
Elanne's last conversation with Aria continued to replay in her mind. She knew that even though Aria said she didn't care about it anymore, she was genuinely disturbed and she was still going to help her friend however the case maybe. She made up her mind to confront Queensley about it and hopefully she got something out of it. As she dressed for work that morning, that was all she could think about. Nothing that but that. The determination pumped more adrenaline into her system, making her feel she was unstoppable and she could achieve what she had put her mind into.That morning, as she stepped behind her receptionist desk, her eyes constantly darted towards the door waiting for Queensley to show up. And then finally, she saw walking through the door in a long plain black gown and her bag. A smile was not on her face as usual and for some reasons, Elanne thought that it's because Queensley knew she knew about it all."Morning,"Queensley greeted, avoiding her gaze.Elanne nodded. "Mo
She said she was sorry.The words rang in Elanne's ears as she thought about it. "So-so why did you do it?" Elanne asked her."Why did I do it?" Queensley repeated, staring downwards. "I needed the money and so I had to do it."This was deeper than Elanne thought, meaning someone paid Queensley to do it. Queensley pressed her two hands together and pleaded with her desperately. "Promise me you're not going to tell anyone whatever I tell you, please."Elanne didn't think those were the next words that would come out from her mouth. She stuttered. "I don't know what to say to you because you know of all people should know I'm doing all of this for Aria and there's no way I wouldn't tell her about this. If it weren't for Aria, the information would be useless to me.""But I'm your friend too, or am I not?" Queensley asked, her voice barely above a whisper."I'm not sure anymore, if you knew we were friends then you weren't supposed to do this to Aria since you know how much I care about
Robert received an unusual message from an unknown email address. Although he didn't know who sent him the mail, he felt instantly worried knowing that someone was feeling depressed and they told about telling him. Startled, he jumped from his bed and stared at his phone closely, rereading the text:"Dad's illness is getting worse so as my depression... I feel like dying, I need to talk to you pls." He squinted his eyes at the text again, trying to come up with possible options of people that could have sent the mail. If the person was Someone close to him, he was sure they could have reached out to him anywhere other than mail. His mail address was strictly for official purposes.He texted back. I'm sorry about that, may I know who's speaking please? Apologies, if you think I'm supposed to know but I don't.He waited for the person to respond as his heart raced. What if the person committed suicide before they could respond. He was bothered, why did the person reach out to him and n
It occurred to Robert that he was joking when he thought that would be the last conversation he would have with Becky. He had observed that anytime she wanted to find her way into his life, she was usually relentless unless he cleared off which is by blocking her. But the way he kept inserting how depression she was in every of their conversation made it difficult for him to end communication with her. He cautioned himself to observe strict boundaries while interacting with her because the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Aria. He would never be able to stand Aria being hurt, let alone be him being the cause of her pain.B: can we see please? I need to talk to someone in person plus I need someone to help me take Dad to the hospital.Robert contemplated going for a while. He just felt the compulsive need to be there for. They were ex-lovers but he still cared about. He grabbed bis carkeys as she stared at Aria who was sitting next to him on the couch. "I think I'll be heading ou