Jason and I are both seated in his car while he drives us to his home. My heart pounds in my chest just by thinking about how everything changes so fast, and my life took a drastic turn, changing everything. Dad had an accident and is now in a coma. And every time I think of him lying lifeless with his eyes closed, it breaks my heart, and my eyes get wet with tears. The man who used to be so full of life is now lifeless. He can’t even breathe without the aid of machines attached to him. My mind deviates from my thoughts when I feel like Jason puts his hand on top of my hand, squeezing lightly and giving me a small smile before continuing to drive. I smiled back at him for his compassion. Things change quickly. Jason, who once couldn’t even bother speaking to me, is now cheering me up in bad times. In only a couple of days, the person who couldn’t even stand the sight of me is now helping me and supporting me in my most vulnerable period of life. Things transform fast, but I am too
"Kiera." I heard somebody call my name with a hand on my shoulder, waking me up from my sleep. I moaned with distress as I felt the hands of someone on my shoulder, gently shaking my body. "What?" I replied, groaning loudly and clearly. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jason looking out the window of the car with his hands on the wheel, and the car was parked somewhere in an area I didn’t know about. “We’re here,” Jason said, looking out the car window with his eyes focused somewhere on the horizon. Jason sighed profoundly, his face serious. Jason sighed profoundly, and within moments, he got out of the car, walked beside me, and opened my door as he proposed to me in his “come.” I nodded my head at his words, placing my hands in his hand as he took us both inside the house that had mostly looked abandoned for many years. On entering, I scanned the structure of the house, which seemed mostly destructive. Thick layers of dirt line the floor of the house; the wall is all covered with spi
“Sorry, is that Mrs. Gray I’m talking to?" Someone on the phone asked Jason’s mother. “Yes, but who is speaking? “ Jason’s mother responded, urging a question of her own. The person on the phone, who is a police officer, introduced himself to her on the phone before telling her, “We are sorry to inform you; we are sorry to inform you, but your husband had a car accident.” Hearing this news made Jason’s mother’s legs jelly, her eyes streaming like a river, and her heart pounding rapidly into her chest. All her senses felt numb as she tried to talk. “How is he? “ She spoke, trying her best to deliver her words as clearly as she could. “It would be great if you could come here and see him for yourself,” the officer replied, giving her the address of the accident site. Jason’s mother, wasting a second of her time, held her son in her arms and went to the address given by the officer on the phone. Little Jason, who was sitting on the couch, watched his mother closely when she was talk
“Now you know why I hate your dad,” Jason said, staring at Kiera in his same rigid manner. Kiera shifted uncomfortably under Jason's intense gaze, her heart sinking at his words. The pain in his eyes revealed a deep-seated resentment that she had never fully understood until now. All kinds of thoughts are mumbling through her mind, reminding her of the incidents of the past. “This house where I brought you today is the house where I was born; it is where I used to live with mom and dad; it is the house where I snuggled in my father’s arms for the last time before his death on my birthday.” Jason continued with his voice filled with sentiments, his mind reliving all the happy times he spent here with his family. As he spoke, memories flooded back to him, each more vivid than the last. He couldn't help but feel a bittersweet nostalgia for the days when this house was filled with laughter and love. Jason turned his face towards Kiera, who was still stationary at her place, gaping at hi
Kiera couldn’t imagine, nor had she ever seen Jason this vulnerable. The once-powerful man is now weak, crying, and fighting from his past. His usual strength and resilience seem to have been replaced by a profound sense of helplessness as he confronts the demons that haunt him. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Jason that Kiera never knew existed, and it breaks her heart to witness his pain. Watching Jason like this, Kiera couldn’t stop herself but sat down near Jason, holding her hands out and touching his shoulders, trying to provide some support to him. As Kiera reaches out to comfort Jason, she can feel the weight of his burdens pressing heavily upon him. She realizes that his vulnerability is not a sign of weakness but rather a testament to the immense strength it takes to confront and heal from past traumas. Feeling the touch of Kiera’s hand, Jason glanced up, studying her. Kiera is the same girl whom he hated so much for his father's wrong deeds. the same
"Kiera..." Jason’s voice echoed through the house as he walked through the hallways to find two of the dearest girls in his life. He just returned from his work and was running, learning the news of Aria uttering something other than ‘Daddy or Mommy,’ which she vocalizes. "Kiera..." Jason called again, trying to find them. And for the first time, he wished he owned a smaller house, so it might be easy to spot each other in times like these. Jason finds Mrs. Clinton is on his way, so he stops thinking of asking her the whereabouts of his girls, but before he can ask anything, he sees Aria running cheerfully as Kiera chases her. “Gotcha,” said Kiera, holding Aria in her arms as both of them chuckled with all their hearts. “Well... Hello guys, I hope I didn’t disrupt you both." Jason said, slightly out of breath. "I've been looking all over for you two." He smiled, relieved to have finally found them. "Daddy,” Aria called out upon seeing Jason as she spread out her hands, wanting Jas
Kiera’s face suddenly turned stern as her eyes were doubtful, staring at Jason. Jason, regarding the change of atmosphere in Kiera’s mood. He cursed himself in his mind for saying something so foolish. Jason already lost Kiera once, and he didn’t want to lose the bond between them with the slip of his tongue. Not this time. He doesn’t have the strength nor the heart to lose one more person he loved and cared so much about to leave him. He desperately searched for the right words to mend the situation, hoping to reassure Kiera of his sincerity. As he opened his mouth to speak, he could feel the weight of their history and the fear of losing her weighing heavily on his tongue. “I mean, we would both be lonely without you." Jason tried his best to clarify before Kiera could misinterpret his words. Kiera nodded her head at his words. “Jason, but I can’t always stay with you guys... Someday, I have to leave.” 'That's what I don't want,' Jason mumbled to himself before he became all silen
It’s been a week since Jason became Kiera’s teacher, helping her to learn practical skills in business and rebuild her father’s company, bringing it to the glory it was before. And now here she is standing in front of the building of Gray Enterprises, second-guessing her decision to work there. Not just that. She also regrets her decision to work like any other employee here, not as a friend or his ex-wife but as an ordinary employee. And for that reason, she is standing all alone here outside the building, scolding herself for making such a decision. “You know what? Let’s just go inside,” Kiera mumbled to herself. With some self-motivation, Kiera walked inside the building and was stunned for a moment, looking at all the people. Both men and women are running around working in crisp suits and sleek hair. I mean, the people here are so perfect; they look more like robots than human beings. Now, Kiera knows why Jason is like a bossy bastard with his black suits on, trying to dominat
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JASONWe drove home together, and the tension between us was palpable as we both anticipated what would happen next.“Do you think she will be angry?” Kiera asked, taking my hand in hers as we walked to the front door of the villa. I squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, “She’ll be fine. But about her anger, I can’t make any promises.” Kiera laughed, shaking her head.“I never wanted to leave without meeting her, but she was asleep, and I don’t want to wake her up,” she said as we walked towards the foyer to the living room.“She misses you so much,” I replied softly, touching her face gently. “I’m sure she’ll understand once she sees you.” Kiera smiled gratefully, leaning her head on my touch.“Daddy...” Aria’s voice chimes in from the living room, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Kiera. “Mommy?” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.Kiera knelt down, opening her arms wide as Aria ran into them. They finally reunited after so long. “I hate you,” Aria said softl
JASON “Work. Let’s work then,” I said, trying to hide my amusement at her playful scolding. She finally looked away from me and back at the papers, signaling that it was time to focus on the task at hand. “I have read all the documents and made the necessary changes,” she stated firmly, her eyes still fixed on the papers in front of her. “You just need to sign the bottom of the last page.” “Fine,” I said, holding the pen in my hand and signing my name at the bottom of the last page without even caring to read what I was signing. “You should read the documents before signing them,” she said with a stern look. “I trust you,” I said, smirking and brushing my finger on my lips, walking close to her and whispering, “But if there’s anything important, you’ll let me know, won’t you?” She nodded as I put my hand around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling a sense of control and power over the situation. “What are you doing, Mr. Grey?” She said she was putting her hand on my chest. “
JASONA year has passed, but the day still seems to be a traumatic memory for me. Her last words for me still echo in my mind. I can’t shake the feeling of regret that fills me every time I think about it. Kiera. I closed my eyes as an image of her lying on the hospital bed flashed through my mind. I could still hear her weak voice saying, “I promise.” Her voice, her words, the tears, the pain. It still feels raw and fresh, like an open wound that refuses to heal. It might never heal completely—a constant reminder of the impact she had on my life. My life has a void that can never be filled. Only Kiera can fill that void, and I am lost without her. I am now standing here in the warm sun as I stare at the grave that made a great impact on my life. It was because of her that I became the person I am today. Because of her, I can have the life I have always dreamed of. I can never forget the gift of love and wisdom she bestowed upon me. No matter how much I thank her, it will never b
JASON“Kiera...” I mumbled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. I whispered, “I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”I brushed her hair, hoping that she would find comfort and strength in my presence. “You have to fight through all these for me, for Aria, for Kevin, and for everyone who loves you,” I said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. “You’re not alone in this battle, Kiera.”I feel a gentle squeeze on my hand as she is listening to words, even if she is unconscious. I lean in closer, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and continue to speak softly. “You are strong, Kiera. You can do this.” I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm and composed for her sake. “You fought for so long; there are just a few more steps to go. After the transplant is complete, there won’t be anyone or anything that can stop you from living the life you deserve.” I pause, feeling a surge of hope and determination in my own heart. “Know that I love you and always will, no mat
JASON“How is she?” I said, upon seeing Kevin standing in the hallway outside Kiera’s hospital room.Kevin sighed and ran a hand through his hair before responding, “She’s stable for now, but the doctors aren’t sure how long she will stay that way.”“Don’t worry, Marie’s parents agreed to donate her the lungs she needs for a transplant,” I said, trying to offer a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty. “Hopefully, she can make a full recovery with the transplant.”“I don’t know, man; I’m not sure if she’s strong enough to survive the surgery.” Kevin’s words crashed over me like a wave of doubt.“What the fuck are you talking about, Kevin? Kiera is a fighter; she’s been through so much already. She can handle this; I believe in her,” I replied firmly, trying to bolster Kevin’s wavering confidence in Kiera’s strength and resilience.Kevin put a hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I want that too. I just can’t shake this feeling of uncertainty.”“Let’s just hope for th
JASON“Just a slap won’t be enough,” he said, his eyes gleaming with determination. “How about I give you a knife or a better gun?” he suggested, a dangerous glint in his eyes.“No….” The husband spoke firmly, shaking his head. “Maybe he’s a bad guy; maybe he’s the reason for our daughter’s suffering, but we can’t stoop to his level.” The husband spoke, holding his wife’s hand tightly.“You know that with his power and meddling, no law or justice system will be able to truly punish him,” Antonio said, his voice filled with frustration. “I am giving you a chance to do what needs to be done—to seek justice for our daughter in a way that the law cannot. Think about it,” Antonio urged, his tone pleading yet resolute.The husband and wife exchanged a meaningful glance, silently contemplating their next move. “Still, we can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment,” the wife finally said, her voice steady. “We are not bad people, nor will we stop at his level. Maria will never be happy if she
JASONI stepped inside the warehouse, following Antonio and the couple down the narrow hallway. It’s dark, with only a little light filtering in through the high windows, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is musty and filled with the smell of old machinery and metal, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned building.The wife whispered, barely audible over the creaking of the floorboards beneath us, “These places haven’t been touched in years.”The husband held her hands tightly, a look of concern etched on his face as we continued deeper into the warehouse, unsure of what we might find in the darkness ahead.Antonio chuckled and reassured, “Don’t be scared!” as he opened a giant door at the end of the hallway. Antonio chuckled, opening a giant door at the end of the hallway. “The place gives off a dangerous vibe. Best for torturing your enemies,” he said with a sinister grin, revealing a hidden room filled with chains and tools. The couple exchanged nervous g
JASONAntonia and I stare at the couple sitting across us in their tiny space; their faces show a mixture of curiosity and confusion.“Why are you here again?” the woman asked, holding her husband’s hand. “We already told her that we couldn’t donate our daughter’s organs,” she continued, her voice tinged with sadness. The husband squeezed her hand reassuringly and replied, “We understand that our wife needs the transplant, but we can’t bear the thought of parting with our daughter’s organs. We hope you can find another solution for her.”“She is on life support,” I replied, trying to convey the urgency of the situation. “We are running out of time,” I added, hoping they would reconsider their decision. “I know that for your daughter, it was a precious gift. It’s hard for any parent to make this decision.” I said it with empathy. “I am also the father of a girl, and I know how difficult this must be for you. But with your one yes, you can potentially save multiple lives and give others