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LeemaGray being giddy in her room while Zia is having existential crisis in the living room hahahah
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Edward stared at his phone with an expression painted with yearning. That call seemed to be a short one. And he so wanted to talk more; however, he figured she was already exhausted from whatever schedule she was catching up on. “Here, I brought you pillows.” Felicity set the pillows down on the couch. “I’m giving you your last chance. Are you really set on sleeping on this hard couch? Because I can just sleep in my mom’s room and you can sleep in mine.” He gripped on his phone and turned to her. “You know…” He paused. “I think I’ll just go home after all.” “Oh,” said Felicity. “Will you be alright? It’s still a few miles to your home.” “I’ll be fine. Listen,” he approached her. “Thank you for dinner. I’m sorry I can’t stay with you tonight.” “Hey, I’m gonna be fine.” She softly chuckled. “I’m a big girl. I can handle the night. Thank you for helping me today.” She gestured her arms for a hug in which he accepted. *** “Hey, how come I’m walking with you?” said a red haired woman
Till Time Do Us Part 142. Persuasion
“Give me ten reasons why I should go with you,” said Gray who was sitting on the dining table with her cheek leaning on her palm as she listlessly yawned, staring at her empty plate. “One, you’re my guardian,” said Zia, cooking in the kitchen. “Two, you’re the only one who knows about my situation. Three, you’re my best friend. Four, you have nothing else to do---” “Excuse you but I have a jam-packed schedule today,” countered Gray. Zia sneered. “Really? Like what?” “I have a three to five hours schedule of resting after breakfast, five-hour nap after lunch and ten to fifteen hours of sleep after dinner.” Gray leaned back on the chair, still yawning. “How rude of you to assume I have nothing else to do.” Zia brought a cedar planked salmon on a wooden plate to the table with oven mitts over her hands. “Five, a child like me can’t go alone,” she continued, ignoring what Gray just said. “Six, you won’t be spending a penny because it’s my card.” She went back to the kitchen. “Seven, I
Till Time Do Us Part 143. Babysitter
“Why don’t we just give her to a staff member? For sure they’ll handle lost children better than us,” complained a visibly irritated Gray. “Yeah but what if a bad guy takes her? We should take her to her parents ourselves. She’s our responsibility now,” countered Zia. “Our responsibility? I believe it's her parents’ responsibility, Zi. We’re not heroes. You came here to have fun, right? Go take her to a lost and found center and let them announce about the parents over the speakers. That’s faster. Believe me.” Zia scoffed and turned to little girl, El, but she was gone. She looked up at Gray. “Where is she?” Gray looked around and noticed that the girl was actually gone. “Where is she?” repeated Zia with a raised voice. “I don’t know,” said Gray impassively. “We should look for her.” Zia started walking again. “She might be lost and scared somewhere.” Zia heard Gray clicking her tongue so she looked back. “If only you didn’t talk about being so unwilling in helping her maybe she
Till Time Do Us Part 144. Reunited
“Sarah?” uttered Gray Stewart as she saw Sarah Lewis hugging little girl El. Sarah turned to her. “Gray? You were the one who found her?” Gray stood up from having squatted down by the corner. “Y-yeah.” Sarah put both hands over her chest. “Oh, thank God you found her.” Then she squatted down to level with El’s height. “Elreese.” She put both hands on her shoulders. “I told you not to get out of the staff break room, right? But you disobeyed me. Why?” she said in a stern but calm tone. Elreese started to quietly sob. “S-sammy.” She sniffed, big drops of tears falling from her eyes. “It’s alright, El. Sammy’s not angry.” Sarah gently rubbed her frail shoulders. “Just tell Sammy why you went out.” “Be-because,” said Elreese in between her sobbing. “I…I heard people outside…I…I went out….then…then I…saw big robots…people…ride them…I want to too.” “Elreese,” said Sarah in a calm tone and looked her in the eye. “Didn’t Sammy promise she’ll let you ride them when she’s done working?”
Till Time Do Us Part 145. Not Her
“I’m not what?” asked Sarah Lewis, bemusement painted all over her face. Gray Stewart herself was startled by the words that came out of her mouth. She looked at Sarah who was visibly confused and insulted, then she calmed herself and sat back down. “N-nothing,” she quietly said. The rest of the ride, nobody dared to speak. And they were tortured by the deafening silence that ensued. When they got off the cart, the two little girls were already waiting for them. “Sopieeeee.” Elreese tightly hugged Zia who was slightly bigger than her. Her eyes were teary again. “Don’t cry, El.” Zia wiped her cheeks with her chubby hands. “Let’s play again next time, okay?” Elreese obediently nodded while sniffing her snot. “Okay.” Meanwhile, Gray and Sarah were silently standing at the side. While the little girls were having a dramatic moment bidding each other farewell, the two were engaged in a piercing awkward silence. As Gray and Zia finally went away, Elreese couldn’t stop waving her hands
Till Time Do Us Part 146. Homesick
In a highly respected suburb on the outskirts of the city stood the two-storey house of Theresa Scott. A vintage house in calming shades of wood with a spacious front lawn surrounded with waist-high wooden gates. In the early waking of the sun, Theresa was mowing her lawn. She was a woman in her late forties, medium size with an average height of 5 foot 4 inches. She had shoulder-length straight blonde hair and ocean eyes. She wore a vintage clothing style and stood like a mighty oak. And even as her age was evident in her facial features, it could be agreed that she was an attractive woman in her youth with oozing charisma. As she was pushing the lawn mower, a sedan pulled over at the gates. Her attention shifted to the person who climbed out of the car. “Sweetie!” exclaimed Theresa as she saw Gray approaching the gates. She walked toward her and opened the gate and pulled her in for a tight hug with a big smile across her face. “Hi, Theresa,” said Gray monotonously. Theresa pull
Till Time Do Us Part 147. Favorite Food
Zia and Theresa met each other’s eyes, and Theresa seemed to have noticed her weird expression upon seeing the pie. “Do you not like key lime pie, honey?” she said. “I can bake something else.” “N-no.” Zia faltered. “T-that’s actually my favorite.” “Really?” said Theresa gleefully and sat back on her chair. “How coincidental. This is my daughter’s favorite pie too. In fact, she always made me bake them when she was little, that's why she was just as plump as you.” She tittered. “That is coincidental.” Said Gray in a sarcastic tone. Zia picked up her spoon and took a sliver of the pie and tasted it. And as the food was melting in her mouth, only then did she realize how much she yearned for this sense of finally coming home. It was like finding the end of a tunnel, the rainbow after the rain or an oasis in a desert. That very nostalgic pie was her very own definition of catharsis—her purgation; a relief from everything bizarre that had happened to her. It was the familiarity she ha
Till Time Do Us Part 148. Mother and Child
Zia’s heart skipped a beat when she heard her mother calling her by her real name while looking at her. She must think of an excuse already or change the subject but she could not think of anything. Her mind went blank. Theresa slightly tilted her head while still eyeing her, then she said, “You’re…Zia…” She paused. Then she tucked the photo back in the pink album and abruptly tidied up and put the albums back in the box. “Oh, look at the time.” She looked at her wristwatch. “I better start preparing dinner.” She smiled uneasily at them. “I’ll be in the kitchen. You kids just stay here. You can watch tv if you want.” She rose with the box in hand and seemed to be in a hurry. When she left, Zia and Gray shared a bewildered glance. “Do you think she knows?” asked Zia. “I don’t know,” responded Gray, leaning back and tilted her head, staring at the chandelier above with her arms and legs crossed. “Is it bad, though?” said Zia looking down, fiddling with her fingers. “If she knows?”
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