So comfortable. Nora switched her position to the left side, snuggling her body a little deeper into the lavender-scented sheets. Could she be in paradise? If so, now she understood why her mum didn't want to take her. She wanted to enjoy it all alone. Suddenly, from somewhere, an incessant beeping sound resonated but stopped abruptly. Too late the alarm had already shattered a reasonable portion of her world leaving her with just the comfort she laid on. Nora fought the blur out of her eyes to see before her nothing familiar beside the sun's rays bathing a luxurious room, the rest were expensive furniture littered in a spacious room: above her was a white elegant dream catcher-like crown molded ceiling donning a beautiful chandelier. On her very left was a fancy bedside lamp, inches away was a perfectly carved full-body mirror that reflected a rounded glass table with three fancy vanished chairs. Then a door too that probably led to the bathroom. On her very right was the double g
'I think this is the right time to cut it.' 'Not yet, he might wake up.''Look at him, you can drop him in the middle of the road like a bean bag, I swear he wouldn't bulge. It's now or never Eloïse.' 'You're right, it's about time for revenge.' "Bloody hell!" Ace jutted out of bed sweating profusely. He touched the first thing which came to his mind--his hair. Such a dream should never occur. He thought. "Nightmare?" he heard the velvety familiar voice behind him. Eloïse was standing before the full-length mirror in a pair of white shorts and a body cleaving pink tank top adjusting her curls. "Jesus, What the fu--" "Uh uh, no cursing. Mum's words." She twitched her index finger in a 'no' gesture. Ace rubbed his eyes in aghast, could he be double dreaming? "Where you from? How and when did you reach here?" His door flung open, "Is he finally awake? Oh, son, how I missed you so. How have you been? You look so pale." his mum rushed towards him with showers of kisses. "Mum, s
There was a knock on his bedroom door and Ace who was beginning to drive into his utopia groaned in annoyance as he ruffled out of bed to his intruder. "Must it always be you?" he left his guest and plunged back into bed. "Shut up. It's one pm and you're here slacking." "Is there something else I should be doing on a Saturday afternoon besides sleeping?" he muffled into his pillow. "You hurt my feelings, brother," Eloise feigned hurt, "as a sister you haven't seen in so long you ought to spend more time with me especially considering the fact that I'll be returning to the states in less than twelve hours." "Fuck off. Don't use your departure as an excuse." Eloise stomped to his bedside like a provoked honeybee, usurped the second pillow on the bed, and hit her brother on the head to consciousness. "What the fuck are you doing?" he coaxed, with his elbow curbing his face from physical pillow damage. "I am hitting some sense and attention into your dummy old head, isn't that obv
The night was dead of any human activities. Cold to the skin and wicket to the soul. Nora, as per her stepmother's new regulation, strode down to the tap as early as 1 a.m, when both good and evil spirits of the dead roamed. Her mother had always warned her not to lurk around from the late hours of eleven pm, for that was the hours of the spirits; they mingled amongst the living in search of slaves, expectant mothers to birth them once again, wives, husbands and so much more. However, Nora never did believe in those myths even as the little girl she was. Nora settled her bucket below the flowing tap and did nothing but wait, watch, and feel. The latter which she struggled to escape from by rubbing her exposed arms, fighting to generate the tiniest heat possible from the cold bites. Inquisitiveness getting a fraction of her, she lifted her eyes to the balcony of the hotel as she had been doing for the past two days and as thought, the result was still the same. For God's sake, what
'Is her condition critical?' Young man, it's not in my place to tell you that,' The doctor, who was busy documenting some lab results presumably, retorted.Ace sighed in devastation. 'At least you can tell me how I can help, can't you?''Love and attention,' he refrained from his duty. As a doctor, he wasn't limited to health attention, he saw beyond that and if he wasn't mistaken, the girl who captured his inquisition was an unfortunate. 'But as we speak, she needs to eat healthily. I don't really know who you are to this young lady but y--' 'A friend. A good friend.' 'Then you should definitely open up her field of communication, in fact, that is the only thing that can cure her right now.' Ace incessantly sighted Nora from his peripheral view. She hadn't stitched her vision away from the side window since the start of the drive. She looked extremely sad...as always, since he had known her, that is. Why he was getting worried about her all of a sudden? He couldn't tell. Two n
"I don't know what will become of me the moment my parents set eyes on my GPA." "I know right," Ace responded to Mike whose head leaned on the side window in frustration. It wasn't the first time nor will it be the last to see Mike basking in a-matter-of-hours regrets. He hadn't set his eyes on his results yet and didn't wish to. He knew his fate already. The result tension that always existed in students was something he had never experienced before as he created the slightest thing to capture his body, mind, and soul. That explained why he was currently driving to the beach and decided to take Mike along. A relaxed spirit was what they needed. "No, you know nothing," he rubbed his temples. "For someone who always gets perfect results, you know nothing." "It's fine, bro. They're just gonna scold you for a day or two and that is that." He changed gear and took a turn. "That's what you think. If you do not see me enroll next year know your man's somewhere dragging a wheelbarrow a
After thinking about all that Ace had said, Nora finally believed she needed someone to pour out to. She had carried the burden for way too long that she couldn't think, walk, and talk properly and dawn wasn't the convenient time for that. That day she listened to him talk meticulously even though she never really found a reason to or why, she realized that it required a lot of trust to air out personal information to someone you barely knew, to someone who kept pushing you away and sometimes, even to one you knew so well. If he could do that to her, then she definitely could do so to him too. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. There were possibilities that he would use it against her. He was that type of person, but then, what did she fear if he ever did so or what would he gain for making a laughing stock out of her, for she already was one even without advertisement. "Akwara. It's 4 am and you're still sleeping? Come on, get—get up from that place before I do it myself
She had the perfect triangular figure. Even though his mouth was too thick to admit, his mind wasn't. 'She'd make a perfect model with that unique shape and pretty face.' He imagined his sister commenting. 'But then, Ace, you disappoint both me and the fashion industry by marrying that gruesome footwear to that great dress.' He shrugged. He wasn't to be blamed for he found the combination rather cool with the pink pair of leather sandals complementing the navy blue dress. Weren't pink and blue girl's favorite hues? Ace had spent the entire class hours admiring a rare beauty that once was hidden beneath filth and still hadn't stopped even though he knew how uncomfortable she felt. He loved the Chinese-eyes effect her afro bun inflicted, her thick eyelashes and tender baby lips. They probably would taste different from those he'd had. "Staring is rude." She paused her fork from picking a piece of meat. "Did you enjoy the lectures?" He diverted. She nodded her head with a mouth f