Nathalie's POVI could not even count how long I had been walking. It's dark, stuffy, and suffocating... it is as if the air is dense; it chokes me and makes it hard to breathe. Where am I? When is this darkness going to end? For how much longer do I have to walk?I can't remember how I started walking here, where I came from, and why I am even walking... where is my brother? Harries? Where is Johannes... I was stopped by my feet when I remembered him.Johannes... why am I even looking for a man who never believed me? How could I continue yearning for someone who deliberately degraded my being?I know... I know he did not mean to tell me those harsh words. I know he's just being blinded by his rage. I understand, and yet... my heart aches with every word that comes out of his mouth.Where the hell am I?I heard a cry from behind, so I turned, but there was no one there. There was no one around, or should I say I could not see anyone around because it was pitch black everywhere. The c
Another day came, and Johannes had the same routine he had for the last month. He would wake up early and go to work, then finish it before so he could visit Nathalie in the hospital.It should be like that until he received a text message from Harries this afternoon. He stared at the news for a while before he rushed outside of his office. He did not even hear Clinton shouting his name from behind. His head is too preoccupied with the text he received.New Message:From: HarriesNathalie woke up.Johannes could not contain the emotion inside his chest. He feels like his heart will burst out of his chest any minute now. How? How could he feel happy and anxious at the same time? She’s awake. Finally, after a long time, she opened her eyes at last.But why is it that Johannes could feel heaviness weighing in his chest?He brushed off the anxiety and forced himself to only look forward to seeing Nathalie. He had been waiting for this day. Johannes should only feel relieved that his praye
Johannes's POV I am not a man of faith. I do not really believe that a Being above us exists. I only attend church because or family are believers in such things. I complied to avoid the annoying nagging of my grandfather. I am not a man of faith, but I can feel how grateful I am at the moment. As if my prayers had been heard. As if the One above heard me despite being someone who only calls to Him when in need... I teared up and needed to turn my back to Nathalie. This is embarrassing. How could I cry in front of her? To let her see this side of me is such an embarrassment on my part. "Nathalie," I am surprised that I did not stutter as I called her name. She smiled at me. Her eyes were soft as they gazed in my direction. My heart melted. "I heard you," her voice is hoarse, as if her throat is all dried up. Despite that, it was still a piece of music in my ears as I had been longing to hear her speak again. I can't believe she woke up. "What?" I asked, what does she mean by t
Nathalie's POV I thought escaping that endless darkness would be the end of my misery. I felt that if I were able to run away from those chains that locked me, I could finally be happy. As I expected, I really ran into an accident. I could feel my body sore all over, my head felt heavy, and... I cannot even feel almost half of my senses. I am sure that I turned the car to my side, so Nathan should be fine... he must be fine, right? If so, then why is Johannes avoiding my gaze? The air around us changed in an instant the moment I mentioned Nathan's name... why? He... he is okay, right? He should be okay. I was able to call an emergency hotline before things went out of hand. "Johannes, where is my brother?" I asked again though it was becoming harder and harder to even open my mouth and keep my eyelids from closing. Johannes pursed his lips and looked away. My heart started beating like crazy as if it was not enough that I already felt weak. Johannes avoided my question and insis
Nathalie felt her whole world collapsing as she realized what those words meant. She did expect something like this to occur one day as her brother's health was not good in the first place but to hear it after feeling a sense of relief that her brother is fine... it completely destroyed Nathalie. She would wake up so early to go and stay by her brother's side... and she would eventually fall asleep beside him as she waited for him to wake up even so late at night. Every day felt like torture for Nathalie, who could hardly walk because of the same injury. It was painful to watch, even for the nurses who knew nothing about the two of them. "She's there again?" Johannes asked as he put the files on the table. He was too busy with company matters that he could not visit Nathalie until late at night when she was already asleep. Clinton nodded and sighed, "At this rate, she would fall into more despair, Johannes," "Leave her alone," "What? Are you seriously telling me that? I do not r
"Why is life so miserable? Why is it that only bad things kept happening to my brother and me? Why? Why? Why!?" Nathalie asked as she shed tears. Johannes furrowed his brows and held her hands which she kept on hitting on her chest. "Stop it, Nathalie. You are only going to hurt yourself!" He shouted as he was too tired of seeing her do the same thing for the past week. He let her do what she wanted, but if she would resort to hurting herself, he could not stand idly. "There is no point in living in this world without my brother, Johannes," He stared at her as if the ice had been thrown all over his body. Johannes stepped back and kept his distance as he gazed at the woman he longed to love. "Are you really saying that in front of me? Hah. Are you really gonna do it like this, Nathalie?" "What are we, Johannes? You broke up with me," Johannes pursed his lips. It was as if this scenario had played for too much that he could not help but feel tired as he stared at the woman. Why is
Nathalie woke up with the same ceiling she had been seeing every time she opened her eyes. "Ugh," she groaned when she felt her head splitting in half. Why is it that she feels her whole body aching as if a ton of weight is put on her head? "You are awake," Nathalie glanced at the man and was a little stunned to see who that voice belonged to, "Ch-Chairman," she said. The old man sat on the couch beside her bed and smiled at Nathalie. She could not go and greet him properly in her state. "You need not move, hija," he said and even held her hand with his wrinkled ones. The chairman's hand is rough and yet warm... Nathalie stared at his eyes that had been looking at her with such interest and care. "Can I ask why you're here? Where is Johannes?" She asked, remembering the incident that happened before she lost consciousness. Nathalie felt a pang of embarrassment and shame about how she presented herself in front of all those individuals. Her eyes widened, and she stared at the chair
It had been over one year since Nathan died. It created a lot of changes for the few people that know Nathan. Some were sad... happy since he would no longer feel the painful life on earth... some were mad, especially when they learned how unfair things went for the young man. "Still no news about Nathalie?" Johannes asked. When Nathan died, Nathalie went missing. Some say that she gave up her life for not overcome what happened to her brother. Johannes could not look for her since he promised that he would give her the space that she needed. After all, he failed to protect her. *** One year ago... "Will you really be okay?" Johannes was concerned since Nathalie had just finished her rehabilitation, it was a complex and painful treatment, but she managed to overcome it in a shorter length of time. "I will," Nathalie replied. She stared at the tomb where her brother rested. "Will he be happy now?" Johannes pursed his lips. "I... I don't know," he honestly replied. They caught th
“Where are we going, Dad?” Julian asked his father while still yawning. He had just woken up from his afternoon nap when his father picked him up from his grandparent’s mansion. Julian Nathaniel Alejandro, Johannes felt proud while staring at his son’s ocean-blue eyes. “We’re going to the cemetery,” “Is Mom there?” Johannes looked at him with sad eyes and smiled, “Yes, Julian. We’re going to see Mom there,” Johannes fixed his son’s seatbelt and started the car’s engine. It had been seven years since Nathalie birthed Julian. He’s a big boy now who hates it when Johannes kisses him on the cheek. He used to giggle when his father did it, but now that he turned seven, he would glare at Johannes whenever he did that, especially when they were in a public place. Julian looked like Johannes, but his eyes took after Nathalie. Those deep blues of ocean that always enchanted Johannes. He could not help but stare at them whenever he had the chance. “Are we going to visit Abuelo too?” the
“Uncle Ken,” Yohan sat beside him. Johannes was still staring at the door where the woman had left. The harsh sound of the rain was worrying him. ‘Nathalie hates the rain,’ he thought to himself. He furrowed his brows and realized that the fact that the woman hated the rain popped up out of his head out of nowhere. Was it a memory? Did he remember that from the past? “Uncle Ken?” Yohan called him again since Johannes did not respond the first time. Johannes then looked at him and messed up his hair. “Come here, bud,” Yohan sat on Johannes’s lap and lowered his face. Yohan rubbed his hands against each other and then looked at Johannes with teary eyes. “Did Mama make a mistake to Uncle Ken?” he asked, crying now. “Yohan is the bad boy because I lied,” “What?” Johannes asked, furrowing his brows now since he could not understand him all too well. Yohan jumped from his seat and took something from his pocket. “Yohan was mad when he learned that you were getting married. I thought
One week had passed since Nathalie and Johannes had a check-up. Nathalie is fine now, but the latter seemed different. Johannes stared at her sleeping figure. He had been doing this for almost a week now. After what he witnessed last time, Johannes always found himself inside her bedroom. Staying beside her while Nathalie cries in her sleep. Johannes could not understand what it was that pulled him to the woman he had lost memories of. Should he open himself for her, or should he cut every string connected to her? Johannes could not decide. "Nathalie... Nathalie Taylor," he muttered *** The chairman handed over the folder to General Smith. He’s a companion he had when he was just starting out, thus, confirming the trust between them. “We had been trying to figure out these cases before... I can’t believe such a young woman could do all these evil things,” “She’s crazy, Smith,” “Are you sure you want to hand it over to us?” General Smith asked the chairman. Miraflores Alej
"You're here again," Yael tried to get up but gave up when she felt an exhausting pain inside her stomach. It was so painful that her eyes teared up. Johannes panicked and ran to her. Worrying, he told Yael, "This is why I always come here. I told you you don't have to get up when I come here. How could you be so stubborn!?" He shouted to the poor woman. Yarl stared at his enraged face and then averted her gaze, "I told you you don't have to come here... you... you found your home, Johannes," "Ken. You gave me that name. Use that," "Johannes—" "Are you really trying to make me mad? Johannes here, Johannes that! I fucking cannot remember anything related to that name, so damn it, just treat me as that penniless Ken before!" Johannes frustratedly told her. Yael had realized her mistake. She stared into his eyes and tried to read his confused emotion. Yael had met Johannes when he was still in the hospital. She assisted Johannes back then, and he had felt indebted to her kindness.
Nathalie’s POV I was about to get inside the mansion when I saw a familiar figure, but I doubt it was him. It would be impossible to see him out of his cave. “Nathalie Taylor!” I turned around and saw Harries waving at me. It had been so long since we last saw each other. She even nagged me because I was behaving unlike myself these past few months. “Harries!” I hugged her, and she kissed me on the cheek. Harries still treats me like a child, really. I motioned her to sit on the chair and asked a waiter to serve us food. “How was your trip?” “Terrible,” I furrowed my brows; this woman loves traveling like how she loves medicine. To hear her condemn her last trio like this, something must have had occurred. She rolled her eyes when a man greeted her with a kiss. Now I get it. Harries must have felt upset with her husband, Loki. He’s a businessman like Johannes though he majored in the medicine industry, the reason why he eventually met my best friend through the same acquaintanc
Cohen’s POV I could swear I never intended to attend this fucking party. There were a lot of familiar faces though I am sure that they didn’t know who I was. Sebastian is doing his thing of introducing me to everyone he knows, which is practically everyone at this event. “Sebastian,” “Hmm? Wait. Mr. Alfredo! Hey! Long time no see. How is it going with the firm?” he chatted with yet another man in a suit. Sebastian seems friendlier than the last time I saw him. I distanced myself a little since it would be a nuisance if he asked me to talk to his acquaintances. I sat by the bar, and the bartender gave me a tequila. I smirked and greeted him with proud eyes. He dares challenge me? Well, I have a pretty high tolerance when it comes to these types of drinks. I was enjoying myself when the host announced that the party was about to start. I could vomit at the sight of the host of this event. What the hell? Is this party about them? Sebastian, you idiot. I should not have mentioned Nath
Cohen’s POV It felt strange waking up on a soft mattress. It had been a long since I last slept in one. I don’t know why it feels empty though this room is not even that big, to begin with. It’s cold, really. Winter is knocking on the corner of this house. I stood up after lazily staring at my ceiling for hours, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me today. It should be another day when I should visit the eatery and cook for them, but for some reason, I picked up my phone and told them I’d have to take a leave for today. When I went to the kitchen, Caleb was already there, cooking breakfast. He glanced at me and smirked, “Fancy seeing you wake up late,” I ignored him and went to make my coffee. He seemed to be in the mood today that he irritated me this early. “Where’s mom?” I sat on the edge of the table as I looked at him over my cup of coffee. Caleb turned around and shrugged his shoulders. I furrowed my brows with that. “You don’t know?” “No, I mean, she asked me
"A party?" Ken just reached home after visiting Yael in the hospital. He did not want to leave her, but his family insisted that he stays at home. Yohan was with a nanny since he wanted to stay beside his mother. Johannes stared at his parents with a confused expression, "What party? Do I have to participate in one?" he asked again, removing his coat. It was snowing outside. The first snow was last night, and the whole city was covered in white the following day. Joaquin and Beatrice smiled at Johannes, "This is to celebrate your return, son," Joaquin said. Ken furrowed his brows and sat on the couch. He stretched his neck. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his parents and shook his head. "I hate parties." "You don't even remember that," Clinton, who came from the entrance, interrupted his cousin's refusal. Clinton gave Beatrice a box of a new set of tea from China. The woman smiled at him and then turned to her son again. "Clinton is right, Johannes," "Ken. I told you to call
Nathalie visited the orphanage again when she felt well. She brought a lot of toys and food that she bought from the market. The kids were happy to see her, chanting the fairy song they had made to dedicate it to her. Nathalie was looking around, and Olivia noticed that she was looking for something, “Are you looking for something, Nathalie?” “Oh, ahm... I... I was just wondering where Yael and Johannes—I mean Ken are,” she shyly replied. She had heard from the nurse that Yael had been discharged, so she assumed that the woman was already feeling better. Nathalie thought they would be here since it seemed like Johannes liked being around the children, but afternoon came, and there was no shadow of him, Yael, or her son. “Yael? Oh dear, you haven’t heard the news yet? She was brought to the city to have medications, her illness relapsed, and she needed better treatment,” Olivia told her. Nathalie was shocked. She could not utter a reply and just forced herself to smile. Nathalie we