"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."
-Albert Einstein-
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Corentin had been sitting around on his office, spinning the chair and playing with a pen around his fingers, he had been smiling off the air for quite a while now. His mind was long gone from his body and joined fantasy land. Though mostly when he was busy he had no time to play around like that, it had been his life motto to not take everything in life too seriously and often it was important for him to have some break in between his work. This time he allowed himself to place his phone on his work desk, which was something he was not really used to doing.
Yet that day was different. He had been waiting for Clara to text him or give him a call, but she never did, so he used his connection to get her number and it was laid straight on his desk. The number seemed to be relatively unique, he guessed Raphael must have chosen it. He would not be surprised i
"I'm a little territorial and defensive." -Shia Labeouf- *** Raphael has just arrived at home after a long day at work, it was fair to say the day had been quite rough for him. A lot of people thought it was always sunshine and rainbow when you're on the top, but when you're on the top, you have more responsibility. Raphael was no exception. Though he never complained, the first thing he wanted to do at the moment was to see his love. Clara had been his biggest support lately whenever he was feeling a tad bit down. Everything he thought of her he found a new reason to do his best. Though in reality, she could be a bit difficult sometimes, what relationship could exist without problems? Still in his suit, he walked toward her room, he tried knocking but there was no response. Did she fall asleep already? He turned the knob to find it unlocked. Good, though careless. She should have locked it beforehand because
"Remember, the way you make love is the way God will be with you." -Rumi- *** Clara entered her room with a stomp. As she walked inside the room, she pondered why he would shout at her. He did not need to be so harsh on her. She was clueless why he would act that way. Maybe not entirely, but partially. Raphael acted as if he did not trust her, though she had assured him that between her and Corentin there was only friendship and nothing else. He did not seem to trust her. Corentin has been really kind to her, though the two were not exactly close, she could tell the man had no ill intention toward her. Raphael was definitely over reacting. Clara had no idea that a man's pride was his greatest flaw. By going out with Corentin, she automatically hurt his pride as a man. If a stranger, or any member of their family were to find out about it they would surely side with Raphael. She jumped on the bed and buried her face on
"The best way to get along is never to forgive an enemy or forget a friend." -Walter Winchell- *** Clara woke up beside Raphael once more, since what happened that night she was nearly confident that sleeping beside him would be part of her daily routine, although she would never admit it. The room was getting brighter as the sunlight made its way through the crack of the window. As she lightly stretched her body, she stole a glance at the alarm clock beside her. It was still 5 A.M in the morning. After a rough night of exploring each other's body, the both of them were equally as exhausted. Clara had never expected him to have that sort of stamina. The man was an actual beast on the bed. Though she had to admit. It was a pretty amazing experience. She turned her face to him, the man slowly fluttered his eyes open to look at her. Both were smiling at the sight of each other. He had looked handsome. She had no idea why
"The best defense is a good offense." -Jack Dempsey- *** "What do you want?" Clara's ears were turning a bright red shade from fury, if she had nomanner she would literally slammed Giselle on the floor. Giselle let out a victorious grin, she tried to take control over Clara's subconscious mind, making her feel small like she did back them, by giving Clara assertive gestures. She had no idea Clara had changed from the pain, she was no longer the most patient women in existence and facing the devil herself was a tough challenge to her restraint. "Why do you have to come here, Clara? Can't you just let me and Marcel live in peace? Could itbe you are following us here? You have no dignity, do you? Stop embarrassing yourself, he chose me already!" She made sure to emphasize the last phrase. That was the last straw. Clara raised her hand and slapped Giselle once again, this time even harder than the last t
"The only way to have a friend is to be one." -Ralph Waldo Emerson- *** The car stopped on the proper parking lot and as the gentleman he was, Corentin opened up the door for Clara. They were stopping near Seine river, which roused her curiosity since it was not exactly the place she had in mind when Corentin told her he was taking her somewhere, correction, Clara had no idea what they were doing there. It was all Corentin's ideas, she simply tagged along with it. In the man's mind, closed spaces were not the best thing for someone who is in a low mood, so Corentin decided to take Clara on a casual walk along the Seine river which was an open space with naturalist touch mixed with the city vibe. Besides, the view in the evening would be breathtaking. It was pleasant indeed, Clara needed some fresh air after what had just happened. Sometimes she thought all she really needed all along was just a bit of sunshine
"You can be the moon and still jealous of the stars." -Gary Allan- *** Corentin drove her back home and to Clara's surprise, Raphael had been waiting for her on the front door. Something she never expected him to do. He had been home, though before he had previously told her he had to finish up work and might come home late. Turned out it was just Raphael's way of testing her, but Clara had no idea about this. Raphael had been home since 6 P.M, when he came home and found that Clara was yet to be there, he felt slightly annoyed. He had stood leaning on the pillar waiting for her anxiously for hours. If she was just hanging out with her female friends he would not be as worried, but it was Corentin she was with, and he trusted Clara, but not him. Corentin opened the door for Clara and right when she was outside Raphael walked toward her and snatched her hand, dragging her inside, but Corentin grabbed her other hand and
"Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt." -George Sewell- *** Giselle had been awfully silent during the diner. Everyone who had known her knew she was not the kind to remain sulky all day long, as someone who was somewhat of a gossip woman, she always had something to say. Yet that evening she appeared bothered. Resting her hand on the side of her cheek, she kept on pushing her fork into the meat with heavy pressure. It was already ripped by the time she picked up her knife to chop them. Marcel has cooked Coq au Vin for dinner, one of Giselle's favorite meal, but she barely had any appetite. Watching his lover's unusual attitude, Marcel was starting to get suspicious. Marcel could easily tell that something was definitely wrong from the way she had been acting since she got home from work. Usually when she was back she head straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before running toward him to give him a kiss.
"Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous."-Gene Wilder-***Clara woke up that day with a bouquet of flower at the end of her bed. Instead of the usual white floral, this time there was an arrangement of red carnations. She reached out to it, turned out there was an attachment around the base, it was a hard cover letter, embossed in gold lettering. What a silly thing to give informally. It was so Raphael. He was always a predictable romantic. She flipped open the letter, finding another attachment. It was a note of apology along with an invitation for breakfast at the balcony.Clara had no idea what else Raphael was planning, with gentle force, she pushed her leg out from bed, headed straight to the bathroom to freshen herself. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, put on her morning moisturizer followed by a quick hair brushing. Still in her comfy white satin pajamas she walked out from her room and saw a
"I don't care how hard being together is, nothing is worse than being apart." -Josephine Angelini- *** "Good morning, Mon Amour. I made breakfast for you" Clara was still sleepy when Raphael came over with a tray of food and drinks. She felt a bit dizzy when she tried to sit and straightened her bed. With her eyes still closed, Raphael kissed her which woke her up in an instant, mixed with the scent of a freshly brewed cup of coffee which managed to restore her vigor. She took the glass of water and gulped it down in one shot, then she picked up a cup filled with honey and herbal tea which supposedly could help her heal faster. Once she was done, she lifted up her face to meet his. Raphael had appeared exceptionally dashing that morning, he was nearly half naked if it was not for the robe that covered part of his abs but his muscular chest was exposed for her to enjoy. Clara had to admit, she would not mind waking up every da
"Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life." -Lisa Weed- *** Everybody was gathered at Desroches main manor, the place was crowded with family members of the Desroches, along with Clara and Dennis. It was new year already. Time had passed by so fast. Clara's recovery had been amazing. She was discharged from the hospital much faster than they had initially thought. The poison in her body had not completely gone yet and the doctor said they still needed to watch over her, in case she experienced any post medical issues. So far, she had been fine. Since they could not celebrate Christmas together, at least they could celebrate New Year together. Originally, they wanted to go outside together and celebrate New Year at a hotel, but they cancelled the plan for Clara, she was still unsteady to go outside at the moment, and it was also his family's
"Everything's a story. You are a story. I am a story." -Frances Hodgson Burnett- *** Dennis Bellavance had gone to Paris for the second time in a month, three days after she had woken up they had allowed her out from the hospital. Her body stabilized rather rapidly for someone who had gone unconscious for three weeks, and the rest of her system were functioning as normal, but they had given her a few prescriptions which had never been part of his plan, but as soon as he received the call from Raphael he had to come. He had prayed days and night for her to wake up, and it must have been a miracle for her to wake up right on Christmas day. Clara had lived inside Raphael's house again, he was a bit worried after he had heard what was going on between them, but judging from Clara's voice from over the phone she seemed to be doing just fine. He went through the whole process over and over again, but this time Raphael had spared so
"Quarrels are a natural part of relationships. Making up is always the best part." -Maureen Johnson- *** Clara slowly opened her eyes, her light green eyes had darkened slightly, perhaps due to the effect of the poison on her body, although her head was still pounding, she did not allow it to prevent her from coming back to reality. When she was unconscious, she could hear voices of people calling out for her. She did not know if she was dreaming or not, all she knew was she needed to wake up. It took her a couple of minutes to fully took a grasp of her surrounding, first when she opened her eyes completely, all she saw was a blank hospital ceiling mixed with white hazy fog which she assumed came from her eyes trying to adapt to light again after being closed for God knew how long. Then a few
"Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace and still lacking someone I need the most." -Anthony Liccione- *** Just like what Celine had told him, two hours before the party started somebody picked him up from the hospital, and Celine had arranged for a nurse to watch her for the night. He should have known his family was not going to give up on persuading him. His ties with them were quite strong after all although he was not feeling particularly excited about it. At first Raphael was still doubtful about his family's decision since his gut had told him that something just did not feel quite right, yet he did not wish to disappoint his family members. Thus he decided to go. It's just one night. He arrived at the Desroches family manor, the main house where his parents resided in. Once he stepped in he could already see the work of his sister that had decorated the pla
"Christmas is the one day of the year when it's most obvious someone's missing. It had to become less about the presents." -Jeff Brazier- *** "Tomorrow is Christmas's Eve, Raphael. You need to come, we could hire someone and pay them extra to look after Clara. Everyone in the family would be there, You don't want to miss our annual Christmas Eve's dinner party, please, just come." Celine was on the phone with Raphael. She was dressed in a casual black winter gown which she loved to wear during at home during the season. Meanwhile, Eduard was in the background trying his best to keep the children from interrupting their mother because he knew Celine hated to be distracted when she is talking to somebody. "I have told you I can't. I need to watch over Clara." He insisted. "No, you have to come. Someone will pick you up at the hospital two hours before the party start. We would be waiting for you. If you don't come, you
"Sacrifice, that's the thing we do for the people we love." -Gayle Forman- *** Raphael and Corentin had been waiting in a building on the rural area of Paris. For the first time they were seated beside each other eagerly waiting with the same goal. The building itself belonged to Corentin's family and it was used for emergency meetings. Because the location was far from the public's eyes. No one else would have cared to know more about it. It was a rare occasion for them, who have enjoyed a position of comfort their entire life to bother with the street work. But just this once, they were willing to get their hands dirty. Keep in mind, these two men were sophisticated members of society, who had an immaculate reputation, but each man have their own dark side, including them. When combined, it became even more deadly. The door slammed open and the men they have sent came inside the room with Renee with them. They pulle
"Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win." -Stephen King- *** "Where did you go last night?" Renee was sitting down on the porch of her house with Rainier beside her. It was a cloudy day in Paris, perhaps it would rain soon. Though they were outside, the whole atmosphere was dark and gloomy. She took a sip of her honey tea and turned to him. Her eyes were cold, empty, and interrogating. Renee always had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, it was her body's biological programming. Each time, she would come and check on her brother to see if he was truly asleep. She had the housekeeper that was assigned to him to give him a sleeping pill each night, that way she would always have him under control, for during the day, she always had someon
"Truth is rarely pure and never simple." -Oscar Wilde- *** Rainier stood in front of the hospital room. He squirmed his hands together, admittedly, he was nervous, anxiety filled every fiber of his being. He wondered if he made the right decision, but he had gone so far and he had no choice but to take a step forward. It was difficult heading out from his window without her sister knowing, he thought he was going to die, but there was a certainty in his mind, he needed to do it. He knocked on the door and after a moment, Raphael opened the door. He had known about Raphael, he was pretty famous after all, and his sister had shown him a picture of Clara with Raphael. But of course he was welcomed with a confused look from him. Behind them, on the couch, Corentin had also woken up from the noise, he had high sensitivity toward noises. Both men were now fully alert, Rainier knew they would be suspicious of him, first thing he did