I sat at the gutter, staring blankly at our burned house. I hadn't had a decent night's sleep since that night when I heard about the fire. My head was pounding, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. I had to take care of everything because there was no one else to help me. I wiped away the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up without much energy. I stared at it until it stopped vibrating, unable to muster the strength to check the message. I felt drained as I sat down on the curb in front of the house, unable to hold back the tears that had welled up inside me for days. I couldn't even begin to process my feelings because I was so consumed by all the things I needed to do to seek justice for what had happened. I had a strong suspicion that this was no accident. It couldn't be just a fire. I knew it was related to the gunshot I heard when Lucas called me. I felt nothing but guilt because I didn't call him during those hours. I'm guilty because
I jolted awake when I felt a gentle touch on my hair. My eyebrows furrowed as I woke up in our house. Lucas was sitting on the bed while I lay down. I smiled, relief washing over me. "Lucas," I said. I smiled wider, looking at him. "Lucas," I called to him again. I wanted to reach out to him, but I hesitated. "Stay with me," I pleaded. "Let's just argue again," I said desperately. "Aurora," he called out to me. "Wake up," he said with a smile. I sobbed as he disappeared from my sight. I cried as I searched for him around me, but he was nowhere to be found. "Aurora," he called out, but I couldn't find him anymore. "Where are you?" I sobbed. "I can't see you." "Wake up. How can you see me if you're bowing your head?" he weakly asked. I felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over me when I suddenly woke up and gasped for breath. The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of the engine humming in the background. I touched my cheeks, quickly wiping away the tears. I was
I blew on the food I was about to feed Lucas. He can be quite stubborn and insisted on leaving the hospital as soon as possible, so now we're in his condo unit. "I can feed myself. Just leave the food there," he ordered. He showed no reaction when I gave him a sideways glance. I sighed and ignored his comment. When the food on the spoon had cooled a bit, I brought it to his mouth. "Why don't you just leave my condo, Aurora? I have hands, and there's nothing lacking in me to feed myself or take care of myself." "I never said you didn't have hands. Just eat this," I calmly replied, cutting him off. "You need to take your medication after finishing this meal. Once you're done, you can rest again." As long as I can handle being with him without us getting into an argument, I'll do it. I understand the situation better, so I'll stay as long as I can. "Leave me alone," he firmly stated. He had been treating me this way for several days since he woke up. I let it slide because, so far,
I watched as he turned his back on me, still clearly upset by my decision. It seemed like he was on the verge of not letting me into his condo, especially after I had gone out with my father to inspect our burned house one time. What he didn't know was that I had the key to his condo. I just couldn't leave him alone, as he had wanted me to do, at least not for now—maybe after all of this had settled. "Aren't you going to take a shower? You're starting to smell bad," I complained. I wanted to laugh when I saw him reluctantly sniffing himself. He refused to acknowledge my presence. If he could teleport, he probably would have done it already. "You reek of sweat. It's even sticking to the bedsheet," I continued my rant. I fiddled with the key I held, feeling his gaze shift back to me. He gave me a stern look, but I chose to ignore it. "It's embarrassing, especially if there's a lady inside—" "Then leave!" he snapped and turned away from me again. I just sighed and stood up. "Peop
"I'm willing to help, Lucas. Why don't you want to accept help? Is it because of your pride?" I couldn't help but ask. I set down my second beer on the table and slouched in front of him. He had already downed two buckets of beer, while I had only consumed two bottles, and yet he still appeared sober. It was embarrassing, considering the low alcohol content of the drinks we were having, but here I was, feeling tipsy. "It's not that I don't want to accept your help. It's just better if you stay quiet and pretend not to know anything because it will only make things harder for me if you're involved and become part of the problem I have to think about, on top of the kids," he explained. I furrowed my brow and tilted my head slightly. "Kids?" I asked. "What kids, and what do they have to do with this?" He shook his head. "Just like I said, stay out of it. Do whatever you want, but please don't try to involve yourself in the problems I'm dealing with. As much as you can, stop being cur
Feeling weaker, I shifted my weight to Lucas and let my arms wrap around his neck. "Aurora, stop," he urged. "What? It's hot, Lucas," I complained after biting his lower lip. He let out a slow sigh and gently pushed me away. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol affecting me so strongly; this wasn't how I usually reacted to alcohol. "Get up, Aurora," he ordered, his voice strained. I groaned in pain and clutched my hip, which had taken the brunt of my fall. "Damn it, why did you roll down?!" he snapped. "I can't even stand up!" I protested. I didn't complain further as Lucas lifted me. I thought he would take me straight to bed, but instead, he sat me down on a high chair in the kitchen. "Here, drink this," he instructed, handing me a glass of water. I reached for it, but my throat refused to cooperate, and I ended up putting the glass on the table. The heat that I was feeling were unbearable, and I felt like I was sticking to my own skin. "It's so hot!" I complained. "I'm sw
I couldn't look at Lucas while we were having breakfast at his mini dining table in his condo kitchen. Even though I was drunk last night, I remembered everything. The memory of waking up in each other's arms added to the mix. I just hoped he didn't know about it because I woke up first. I tried to glance at him, but I was the first to avert my gaze when I met his eyes, which seemed to be waiting for me to look at him. "I'm full—full already," I stammered, lowering the utensils I was holding. I didn't know how to act now after what happened between us. "I'll be heading back to my condo later. Maybe I won't come here anymore—" "Is it because of what happened last night?" he interrupted. "Am I bad at sex?"I hesitated and then blurted out, "No—no," almost shouting, which surprised him. I swallowed hard and continued, "You're doing just fine. I mean, you don't need someone to take care of you anymore. I'll stop running the case like you want. I'll just be quiet—keep quiet," I adde
I felt déjà vu when I saw a man wearing a black hoodie who kept glancing at me. I vividly remembered that this had happened to me before. I put back the cabbage I was holding and waited for the group of five teenagers who were seems to be friends. When they passed by me, I joined them in walking. I was walking quickly away from there. I was starting to believe that Lucas had nothing to do with what was happening to me. I was beginning to doubt that he was behind the near-accidents I had experienced. I am now a hundred percent convinced that everything happening to me was intentional. From the time I was in the cinema, the one where I almost collided with someone. Now I realize that a series of unfortunate events had occurred in my life. Only now am I connecting all the dots. "What the hell!" I angrily shouted as I bumped into someone. I gave him a stern look. I felt a mix of fear and anger while almost running just to get away from there. But I stepped back when I saw the man in