Vivian set her travel bag in the trunk of her car, ready to drive down to the airport for her flight back to Britain. She was reluctant to go, finding it harder to separate from her brother a second time. She stood there longer, wishing she had another choice than leaving him behind so quickly.“I will miss you dearly,” she declared, leaning in for an embrace. Terrence held her tightly, blinking away the tears that dared to collect in his own eyes. They still had a lot to talk about, a lot more catching up to do, but he shelved all of it as he understood the reason she had to leave abruptly.He thought about what he could have been having he remained behind in Kent’s household – definitely not a writer – perhaps owning one of Kent’s magnificent businesses that were just a shell to cover his lucrative drugs business.Maybe he would have a posh car like Vivian’s red Bentley, tour different cities with Charlotte, and catch flights to countries like Charlotte wanted. Maybe, he wouldn’t be
It was the third day of our staycation in New York. This day was meant to be sunny and blue, a day for us to relax and enjoy the city with all its buzz. Instead, we were driving down the neighborhood searching for Terrence.He had stormed out of the house without saying a word, and now, three hours later, no one had gotten wind of his whereabouts. His phone was going automatically to voicemail, and the message box had blocked me from sending any more remorseful texts.I looked out of the window throughout the entire drive, my eyes red and swollen from the crying. I was past regret because making out with Lucas was something I had dreamed about for ages. Shame was also not the feeling I had because, despite the stares from the crowd afterward, nothing I had done was shameful to me.However, I felt remorseful. I had p
“Let’s go back home,” she spoke after lifting her eyes off her screen. I locked in the rage I felt inside of me and reversed the car back to where we came from. It pained me to see her this distraught about something that we both enjoyed, but the idea that she pinning the entire blame on me pained me the most. I drove back silently, not shooting even a glance her way. Once in the compound, she dashed into the house and went straight to her room. I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink, gulping it down my throat in one swerve. Jacque approached me to notify me that dinner was served but my stomach could not handle any more weight than it currently was. I followed Charlotte’s tracks, disappearing into my room with a bottle of Bruichladdich in my hand. I planned on forgetting the day’s events even though a part of me wanted to keep the memory of Charl
I stood in the doorway, my eyes still welling with tears. There was no response from the gate to let me through as I had left my access card behind when I left for New York. I stood at the gate for an hour, waiting patiently for someone to let me in. The security system at the apartment was tight, only granting access to the tenants with entry cards.Terrence was either not in the house or he did not want to let me in as I had pressed the bell intermittently but to no response. I had left multiple messages on his phone which were still automatically going to voicemail, and till now, I was yet to get a callback.I sat outside on the dusty pavement, ignoring the glares and hushed whispers of the passersby. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in the space between. The helplessness I felt mixed with the jetlag weighed on me heavily, but still, the only
I was in the office earlier than everyone, optimizing every chance I got to distract my mind from thinking about her, or anyone else for that matter. The clock hanging on the hallway wall indicated that it was half past six in the morning which was the earliest I had ever been at work.I opened my laptop and went through the tasks that I had failed to do because of my hangover yesterday. Luce had rescheduled all my meetings leaving me with only two for the day as the rest were spread out through the week.I downloaded some of the attachments she had sent over to my email for approval, signing them electronically before I sent them back. I was about to call Luce for confirmation of some of the business deal proposals that I saw on our dashboard but hesitated as I had not switched on my phone for fear of more ambush from Vivian.I sat still, waiting for Luce to come to the office instead. This did not take too long as she was the first to walk into the office before the clock ticked 7 a
It had been two days since Charlotte moved in with Rita, and still no word from Terrence. He had neither reported back to the office which left Charlotte feeling guilty for breaking his heart to the extent where he missed his job. She was in no hurry to return back to work, choosing to rather wallow in her misery on Rita’s couch. Charlotte had left a couple of voice messages to Terrence hoping to rewrite her wrongs, but he was yet to reach back to her. “So, hate to be the bearer of good news when you are mourning,” Rita began one evening from work, “But, I got the invitation letter to London!” she squealed, galloping in excitement towards Charlotte. she leaped on the couch with joy, making Charlotte bounce up and down, a faint smile on her face as she watched her best friend live her dreams. “Yay!” She sat up on the couch, joining her best friend in celebration. Her eyes had grown tired of shedding any more tears, forcing her to put the troubles of her love story aside, and selfles
It had been two weeks since Terrence and I parted our ways. I had reported back to work, even though things were still slow as we were working our way back to the top of the publishing sector pyramid.Kerrington had managed to recruit some of the old employees who worked in the company before, and with most of our journalists back on the streets, we remained hopeful that things were bound to start spiraling quicker in no time.I was all alone in Rita’s loft for the third day since her departure to London. We had face-timed seven times already as she shared every joyous moment with me since her arrival. I had not dived into the details of her job placement offer as I did not fashion savvy and hence, the details did not turn on a bulb in my head.My dark clouds were slowly fading away as I settled into the new p
Mr. Manning had always insisted on his daughters practicing the rules of Ikigai throughout their lives. He would inspect the food they consumed, tally in the liters of water each of them drank, and even forcibly get them out of their beds at the crack of dawn to join him in his early morning exercise routine despite their loud lamenting.The fear of losing his daughters was evident in his eyes, but unlike their distant mother, he never looked at them through the lens of all the miscarriages they had experienced, but rather saw them as two brightly-faced girls who were a gift for all those who had died. His only hope was to live long to enjoy their company, and all that was going well until the doors of death began knocking at his door.The first time that Mr. Manning experienced fatal chest pain was three years ago at his house. He had witnessed the
“Did you all think that I was going to let you off so easily, huh?” Vivian shouted from behind. The crowd gaped in surprise as they watched her stagger to the front, knocking down some of the arrangements that had been placed symmetrically on the ground. She was clearly drunk. “You and your family came to ruin my life and you think you can escape that easily!” Vivian laughed out loud, devilishly. “No, honey! You got it all wrong! Vivian Kent never accepts defeat.” Lucas stomped over to meet her in the middle of the aisle and with all his strength, he pulled her back all the way to the end. She was screaming and wincing in pain, demanding him to get his hands off her. Lucas was not about to do that. “Let me go, Lucas! I will not tell you again!” she shouted loudly. Before she could utter another word, a louder roar was heard from the left side of the audience. It was Terrence. Jenny had invited him for the wedding, and as a form of respect, he had taken the first plane to Atlanta to
The wedding setup looked as beautiful as the Heavens were imagined to look. The aisle divided the white seats into half, leading up to the altar that overlooked the Chattahoochee River. The sun had just risen, covering the surface of the water with its orange rays, as if contributing to the wedding theme.At the front, the couple’s family had designated seats and the planner had even left a seat for Aunt May as per Jenny’s wishes. The peach and white flower arrangements were placed along the sides of the aisle creating a romantic and lush aisleway from the entrance all the way to the altar.White florals and pampas grass had been used to create a modern eclectic boho feeling that was highlighted by the rustic wedding arch at the altar. From the sight of the venue, it was clear to see Aunt May’s presence around them, and their influence on their lives. Rita had gone out to inspect the venue for the umpteenth time in a bid to calm Jenny’s anxiety down which left her running around and
Lucas had bottled up all his wrath until the moment he heard Charlotte’s voice, calling out for Noah. He turned his head swiftly towards her, stunned by her interference in their direct family matters. This was a thing that Lucas felt he had to do alone, and now that the control was off his hands, he was unsure of what to expect.“What is wrong with you, Charlotte?” Lucas asked her, pulling her down to her seat. She was reluctant to go back down.“Noah, wait, this can’t end like this,” Charlotte said, her focus directed entirely on Noah and not the man who was currently tugging at her arm. The guard was about to walk him back to the seat but Noah resisted. He remained rooted to the floor.“Noah! We came here to tell you that you didn’t have to die sad and guilty anymore. Lucas came here to let you know that as much as you hurt him, he did not want you to carry the weight of your sins to the grave. It’s the first reunion in decades, it was definitely meant to be difficult. But it was n
The two doors opened simultaneously and Noah Benjamin limped out into the hall. The orange jumpsuit he wore was baggy around his frame and his face was time-worn, cutting him out to be a man of the age. His grey-white hair was wizened and straw-like, and his beard was patched up around his face, almost covering his entire skin. From afar, his eyes appeared sad and worn, but I could tell they lit up when he saw eyes as he neared. He tried fastening his pace towards Lucas, but his unsteady feet could not let him hurry.“Lu- cas,” he called out as the guard behind him helped him to his chair. I was rooted to my seat, still holding Lucas’s hand for support. His eyes were lasered on Lucas whose face seemed totally disinterested in whatever the old man had to say.“Lucas, my son. Is that you?” he called out again. His voice was weak and rough, and he seemed to be using the remaining energy in his bones to call out for his son. Lucas still did not respond.“I never thought I would ever see
The prison area was fenced six feet high with electric barbed wire all around the huge parcel of land. There was pin drop silence all around the neighborhood which made me feel like we were entering the devil’s study room. My eyes were focused on the front gate which was past the field where many men stood outside, staring at us while murmuring to each other. I drove to the front gate where manned guards stood with huge firearms around their torsos, their fingers ready on the trigger. A tall slender man approached me on the driver’s side, requesting for our identification and purpose of visit. After a long process of security checks and document verification, we were let inside.The field was bigger from the inside than it seemed outside. We parked next to the main block. I had taken three days to assure myself that I needed to do this now, but as we parked outside, all I wanted was to turn around and go back home. I sat there silently; my mind froze from the world outside my body.
The dress that Rita had designed for Jenny fit her like a glove. Clearly, it had been tailored just for her. She stood in front of the mirror for a while, her eyes filling up with tears as she stared at her reflection in utter disbelief. It was still taking a while for her to come to terms with the fact that she was about to become Anthony’s wife.“You… you are so beautiful, my baby,” her mother cried out from her bed. Jenny watched her reflection in the mirror, forcing a smile on her face as she nodded. The beauty before her had left her dumbfounded. Jenny had never fancied a big white wedding like her sister Charlotte did when they were young, but she always hoped to find a good man to settle down for as long as life allowed. And here she was, getting what she prayed for and more.Charlotte stood up from the seat in the corner and walked over to her sister, standing bedazzled by her side. She put her arms on her shoulder and looked into the mirror. Her face was wet with tears of joy
But I just need to make sure that as we move forward, we won’t end up regretting anything from the past…Charlotte’s words kept ringing in my ears as I sat through a meeting with Korean investors in the afternoon. The three men all dressed in matte black suits were interested in investing in the petroleum company that Mark and I ran. As they discussed business and partnership matters, my mind revolved around my past which seemed to follow me everywhere I went.I knew Charlotte did not mean to force me to meet Noah, but deep down, I knew I needed to shed off the skin, and that meant meeting him even if it was for the last time.“Thank you, Mr. Benjamin. We look forward to our next meeting,” one of the investors said as he stretched out his hand to shake mine. They were all standing up, which stopped my train of thought and brought me back to the four-cornered office.“Yes, thank you all too. Let me show you out,” I said to them as I walked around my table and opened the door for them.
One week laterJenny, Rita, and I were all together in my apartment, surfing through the internet to find the best event planners for her upcoming wedding. Jenny seemed calmer than I imagined she would be. However, as her support system, we still insisted on being by her side just in case that changed abruptly. The anxiety of being both married and a mother was bound to spill out from her soon, and we did not want her to go through it all alone.“Do you think I should invite Terrence?” Jenny asked. I looked up stunned, noticing how all the eyes were fixated on me in wait for my response.“I don’t know, do you want to invite him?” I turned the focus around.“I don’t know. He was once a part of this family at some point, so I just thought it might be cordial to have him around,” Jenny said.“Mh,” I sighed and immediately returned my attention to the tablet screen in front of me. I did not want to dictate her audience, but I knew agreeing to her question meant that I was the one inviting
The rest of the time on the island went by smoothly, and before we could create enough memories to last us a lifetime, it was time for each one of us to go back to the real world. “Did you have a great time?” I asked Charlotte while we were still in bed. It was half past eight in the morning, and the ship captain was scheduled to come to pick us all up at noon. “I had the best time of my life, Lucas. Thank you for everything,” she responded. “You don’t need to keep thanking me for doing the minimal things for you. you deserve so much more,” I told her. I kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly under the sheets, not willing to let go of her anytime soon. She smiled warmly. “We did not discuss how this works from now on. Kerrington Publishers had just launched earlier this year, and hence we don’t have any branches in New York, or anywhere else for that matter. And it would be selfish of me to ask you to live with me in Atlanta since you are mostly based in New York. I don’t want