I have read your comments, and I absolutely love them! One comment caught my attention of giving insight about what happened five years ago. Don't worry because we'll eventually get there. Let's take it a bit thrilling because I have prepared a surprise for y'all. Anyway, I really am shocked at how I am still able to write everyday even though it's literally our Finals week (We all called it Hell Week university) But I must be really motivated to write because of y'all's undying support. I regularly visit every comment section and I love reading them all! Thank you!
I stood there, the charged silence almost crackling with the weight of our unspoken thoughts. His brown eyes bore into mine, an unspoken question lingering between us. Why had he chosen to unravel the carefully crafted peace I had built around me for the last 5 years? His sudden appearance felt less like a twist of fate and more like a deliberate disruption, reopening old wounds.My glare seemed to have little impact; he remained unaffected, almost impervious to my confrontational gaze.He cleared his throat, a subtle movement that drew my attention. Fingers tracing across his hair, a gesture that held a sense of composure and deliberation. Leaning forward, he addressed me with a calm demeanor that contradicted the turmoil within me."Ms. Ivanov, my intention wasn't to stir any misinterpretations. It was perhaps inappropriate to initiate a casual conversation in this manner," he responded, his expression still devoid of any visible emotion, sidestepping my question once again.Ha. Go
Sitting quietly beside Khein, I gazed out the window, feeling torn as we headed toward the airport. Leaving without explaining properly to my parents felt like a tough call, but I needed to go and didn't want to burden them with my reasons. Maybe Dad saw through my excuse about a week-long meeting, but thankfully, he didn't protest my leaving.As I sat there beside Khein, my emotions were all jumbled up. I felt nervous, a bit happy, a little sad, and a whole lot of confusion. I couldn't make sense of it all, so I decided to just keep quiet.I had so many thoughts in my head, running around like a squirrel running through a spin without any specific destination to go to.I was just thinking...Some people may think that it is overacting of me to react such way for a mere cat. But they can never understand this pain in me.Joni, the cat that I adopted, helped me in so many ways I couldn't imagine. He was there during the darkest moments of my life. He was there when I felt the happiest
3RD POVRosette sat quietly in the plush seats of the private jet, her eyes fixed on the window. Khein was across the seat from her his expression as distant and indifferent as hers. But Amanda, on the other hand, seemed to find comfort in filling the air with chatter, her voice echoing in the confined space."Can you believe the traffic we avoided by flying?" Amanda exclaimed, her words peppering the air. She leaned towards Khein, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. "You're so lucky you have a private jet, Khein! It's like living the dream, right? I know because it took me 18 years before my father allowed me to have one!"She sounded like one of those typical spoiled rich kids. She's unconscious of the discomfort she brings to other people.Khein's reaction was minimal, a subtle nod accompanied by an uninterested hum. That made Amanda irritated that she started hitting on Rosette in order to gain a reaction from them."Anyway! Do you remember during college when we used to hang o
After the long 13-hour flight, they stopped at a restaurant in the country. Rosette stayed mostly quiet, feeling tired, while Khein tried talking now and then. But Amanda was like a snob, constantly complaining and making mean comments about Rosette.Khein didn't really show any care for Rosette. He acted like he didn't want to talk or be around her. He made sure to keep his distance and acted all cold, like he didn't care about anything. It hurts to admit it, but Rosette felt humiliated by his treatment towards her. She felt like she's the most unlikable person in the world because he shows no interest talking to her. Not that she want to engage in a conversation with him. No, not like that.Amanda kept going on and on about how things should be done and how Rosette was doing things all wrong. How bothersome she was for inserting herself in between them.Khein didn't say much, just nodded along with Amanda's words. Rosette felt hurt and tired but chose to stay quiet and let them talk.
A sigh escaped Rosette's lips as she entered Joni's room, finding the cat curled up on a soft cushion. Joni approached, purring contentedly and nuzzling against her. Overwhelmed with guilt, Rosette found herself apologizing to Joni, regretting leaving him behind for five years and neglecting to visit.She asked Joni how he had been during those years, wondering if his new owner had taken good care of him, if he'd been fed well, and if Khein had shown him love. Despite the cat's inability to respond, Joni meowed softly, offering reassurance that he was alright and that Rosette needn't worry about him anymore.Unbeknownst to Rosette, Khein stood silently in the doorway, observing her tender exchange with Joni.As they sat down for dinner that evening, the atmosphere seemed weighed down by the impending discussion about Joni's treatment.Khein's eyes held a mix of concern and determination as he delicately broached the subject. He meticulously outlined the intricacies of the treatment,
Rosette's POVI found myself sitting in the passenger seat of his car once again. The eerie silence that envelope us was enough to suffocate someone, yet it did the opposite for me. I found the silence around us eerily calming. Perhaps, it's because I didn't want to talk to him.On the other hand, I felt like it was beginning to disturb him. The silence and tension was just so thick, and I can't blame him if he finds it awkward.But I don't care. At all.When we reached his house, I made my way upstairs to the regal-like room. It was as if it was specifically designed for a certain someone. It was built in this way for an important person.I suddenly felt like I was invading a personal space. Surely, Khein built this room for his woman. He probably wanted the best for her and wants to treat her like a queen.Bitterness seeped through me as I let out a scoff. So, what? I can also provide myself with a wonderful room like this. My father even gifted my mother a real castle. We can liter
The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension, an unspoken battle brewing between us as I hastily stuffed clothes into my suitcase. Each movement was a testament to the growing void between Khein and me, an unsettling reminder of our unsettled relationship with each other.I have decided. I don't want to live here no more. No matter what I do, I was always be reminded of my position in this house. I am nothing but a mere visitor. Nothing more, nothing less.Perhaps, I've already crossed the line. I was being too much of a hassle from him. I was invading too much. Perhaps, I was beginning to annoy him.My existence is needn't here, and that's the harsh truth I should gracefully accept. Although it hurts, I need to.Khein's typically composed demeanor shattered, replaced by a tempest of suppressed emotions barely contained beneath the surface. "You think you can just walk away?" he barked, his voice tinged with a raw intensity that reverberated in the room.I continued packing, refusi
It's been over a week since that confrontation with him. I haven't seen him since then.Lost in the room he'd offered, I found solace within its four walls, hesitant to disturb anything. The allure of the items within was undeniable, yet my hands trembled, refraining from daring to touch any of them. I dreaded his potential reaction, anticipating his disapproval should I even graze a possession that wasn't mine.What he said that day still confuses me. He said he'd get me everything I want if I ask him, but at the same time, forbid me from having them. He was so unpredictable and indecisive. I can't honestly read through him. His actions have a different meaning to his words, and it's giving me a huge headache.As I gazed up at my reflection through the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to this room. Its ambiance, its very essence, seemed to align so perfectly with the vision I once held for my ideal bedroom. The mirror overhead reflected back a softened