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160. Hungry
LeemaNot Azriel running hot and cold on her sister.
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Till Time Do Us Part 161. Uneasy
Zia Scott kept the rim of the glass on her lips to cover the fact that they were trembling from uneasiness. “And the things you know about Azriel,” Edward added. “It’s like you know him the way I know him.” “W-what,” stuttered Zia with her hands tightly clutching the glass covering her lips. “Sophia d-don’t understand.” Just then, the microwave dinged which stole his attention. “For a minute there,” he continued as he opened the microwave and took out the bowl of butter noodles. “I thought I was talking to Zia.” SHATTER! The shattering sound immensely echoed throughout the apartment. “A-are you alright, Sophia?!” prompted Edward as the glass Zia was holding fell on the floor. “I–uh,” she stuttered with quivering eyes, flabbergasted. The scattered broken pieces were surrounding her feet. “Don’t move, okay?” He gestured his palm forward. “You might step on a broken piece and hurt yourself.” He took a kitchen towel and squatted down. He started picking up the shards of glasses m
Till Time Do Us Part 162. It's Back
The bottle of aspirin rattled as Gray Stewart shook one pill out. When she brought one to her mouth, Zia approached her on the kitchen counter. “Are you still having those nightmares?” she whispered. “I thought they stopped while you were in the hospital?” Gray finished downing a glass of water and looked down at her. “It did.” She closed the lid of the pill bottle and put it back on a drawer. “Now, it’s back.” She turned and went to the dining table and saw Azriel sitting at the head of it. She pulled back a chair farthest from him and took a seat. Zia also pulled back a chair, the one beside Gray, making herself the center between the two siblings. On the other hand, Edward was already seated on the other side of Azriel, right across from Zia. “Dig in, you guys,” initiated Edward. Zia reached for the mashed potatoes, and seeing this, Edward stood and took it. “Here, let me help you, Sophia.” He scooped a spoonful into her plate and added another one. “Is this enough?” He looke
Till Time Do Us Part 163. Missing Zia
“So, how was it? Did you like the food?” uttered Edward Bartlett as he poured water on a glass and put it on the table near Zia. “Thank you,” she said as she grabbed the glass and took a sip. “Yes, I enjoyed the food. It was so delicious.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it.” He piled up the dirty plates and utensils, then made his way to the sink. “You must be feeling sleepy already. Want me to make you a warm cup of milk?” Zia hopped down from her seat and brought her finished glass to the sink. “I want to help.” “Oh, okay,” said Edward as he took the glass from her because she was too little to put it on the sink herself. “But afterwards, you’re getting your milk, okay?” “Okay~” Zia beamed a smile and then grabbed a stool for her to stand on. “I’ll do the washing and you do the wiping,” he noted. “Is that alright for you?” “Yes!” she replied enthusiastically. She started to climb the stool but as she seemed to struggle with it, he lifted her by the waist and set her foot a
Till Time Do Us Part 164. Unfocused
Zia Scott fiddled with her chubby little fingers as she stared unfocused at Edward Bartlett, dreading the time he would finish washing the dishes and commence the call that he previously mentioned he would do. “...a…ia…phia…sophia…Sophia?” Her attention was brought back to reality with his call. “Y-yes?” Apparently, he had been holding a glass he had finished rinsing and waited for her to receive it. She promptly took the glass from him and started wiping it with the dish towel. “Are you all right, Sophia?” he asked. “Is something bothering you?” “Y-yes, yes, I’m all right.” She coerced her lips into a smile to reassure him. “I was just thinking about…something.” He turned off the faucet. “May I know what it is?” He turned to her. “Maybe I can help.” “Okay, I got his attention now,” she thought to herself. She wandered her eyes around, mostly the ceiling, hoping an idea would knock itself into her mind. “Something,” she thought. “Something that would take your mind off of your
Till Time Do Us Part 165. Question
"Wait, how do you even know about her? I don’t remember her ever mentioning you, though.” Zia gulped nervously at his sharp question. "It's...uhh," she uttered, hoping to find an escape sooner before the situation gets any worse. And just then, a eureka sparked in her mind. "You told me stories about her~" she said, all the while swaying her small body from left to right in an attempt to appear cute and innocent to him. "I did?" he asked with bemusement flitting across his features. "Yes~" she responded enthusiastically, beaming up a smile. "At the school! Where you first met me!" "Ohh," he gasped. "Right, I remember now. I first met you at the school where I work." "Yes! Yes!" she responded ardently. "You told me stories of an angel!" she added. "The one with sapphire eyes and golden hair~" "Yes," he agreed. Then, he softly chuckled. "I did say that. You remembered so clearly." “Because I’m a bright kid,” she replied. “That’s what you said I was.” “Indeed.” He reached his han
Till Time Do Us Part 166. Sling Bag
“Why is her phone in your bag, Sophia? Why do you have it?” said Edward Bartlett as his eyes swiveled between the little girls and Zia’s phone he found in the pink sling bag. “I-i-i-i,” stuttered Zia as the orbs in her eyes were shaking, and her trembling lips had dried up. She could feel cold beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her little chubby hands had gone sweaty from all the tension and nervousness she was feeling. “Sophia?” he called him. She looked at him full of anxiousness. “E-e-ed…” And just then, a thought struck her. “Why don’t I just tell him?” she thought to herself. “He will surely believe me the same way Gray did, right? He will accept me, right?” She was faced with a predicament. However, in that situation, she could only use one option; to come clean with him. “E-ed,” she uttered, her voice still shaking against her will. “T-the…the t-truth i-is—” “What’s going on? Why are you guys being all weird and tense?” Edward and Zia both had their attention shif
Till Time Do Us Part 167. Dumpster
“Gray!” beckoned Zia Scott; however, Gray didn’t do as much as look back at her. “Gray!” Zia ran toward her and pulled on her hand until she stopped walking. Gray looked down at her with half open eyes. “What?” “What do you mean ‘what’?!” ranted Zia. “Go get Edward, he went to the dumpster because of your stupid excuse!” Gray shot a glance at the clock on the wall above the TV. “In the middle of the night?” she said as she yawned. “It’s your fault anyway,” noted Zia. “You’re the one who messed up in the first place, though,” countered Gray along with another yawn. “We can’t keep arguing about what’s already happened.” Zia started pulling her hand toward the door. “Just go make something up and take him back here.” “Just pointing out a fact,” said Gray as she used her other free hand to push herself from the door, refusing to go out. Zia strenuously opened the door and pushed her out. “Just go,” she said and closed the door shut. With Zia alone in the apartment, she could not
Till Time Do Us Part 168. Sigh
With Gray Stewart gone to her bedroom, only Zia and Edward are left standing in the hall. She shot a glance at him who still had bemusement plastered on his face. He then looked at her which utterly surprised her, but it was already too late for her to look away. She took a deep sigh. “Aunt Gray calls me Zee the same way she calls Aunt Zia because she said I look like Zia when she was little so I reminded Gray of her,” she said in a fast-paced manner. Then she looked back without checking his reaction. “Good night, Edward.” She waved her hand above her head and made her way toward Gray’s bedroom. When she entered the bedroom and locked the door behind her, she saw Gray sitting on the side of the bed, staring down at her phone. “You really just left me after you made that mistake,” bellyached Zia as she stood by the door. “Why didn’t you help me clear it up?” Gray shot her a cold, uninterested glance and stared back at her phone. “You said my excuse was stupid,” she said lethargic
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