Rachel's POV“You did what?” His all too familiar voice greeted my ears.I grimaced upon detecting the tone of his voice. This was precisely what I was worried about.“I’ve actually had lunch with her.” I winced further while uttering the words for I knew all too well how they were going to mess with his head.“Are you kidding me?” His voice was borderline angry. Hearing him, I slowly began to grow worried for myself. Shit, what have I done?I lauded my decision to have walked away from Emilia’s hearing range before I called him from the balcony in her flat because I didn’t know what I’d do if they had heard his shriek from the phone. It would have been very awkward and difficult to maintain my composure in our course of conversation.“Alan, please don’t be angry with me,” I muttered, feebly. “I didn’t have a choice.”I heard him sigh from the other end, and after a few seconds pause, he replied, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to use that tone. And I’m not angry with you.” After a
Rachel's POVAfter much contemplation, I decided that it was better if I waited until he restored his senses before I talked to him. Both of us were definitely incapable of handling the situation in an amicable manner so that seemed like the most logical step. Shaking my head off the thoughts, both figuratively and literally, I walked back inside to join Emilia and Mark.“What’s for Dinner?” I announced my presence as I walked into the room, where Emilia and Mark were preoccupied with something on Mark’s phone.“That’s what we’re trying to decide for the past twenty minutes,” Mark mumbled and frowned at the screen of his phone.Rolling my eyes, I said, “That is so typical of you both. What can you not decide on now? Whether to try Indian or Mexican?”“Or Chinese,” Emilia added. So I was right. “What would you pick?”“I think it’s expected of me to say Indian, since, you know, I am almost Indian in blood.” I uttered and reclined backwards on the sofa beside Emilia and grabbed hold of a
Alan's POVAfter getting off the call, I’d be a fool to even think of falling asleep.Groaning in frustration, I chugged off my clothes and walked into the shower to get some help with that. While I struggled to put a name or reason to my annoyance, the cold water easily slipped down my back.Reeling a deep breath in, I tried to focus all my attention on what was running through my body and less on my mind. That was a technique I had managed to master whenever I felt clueless. I was someone who proclaimed to have an idea about everything, but that, like many things in my life, had evidently changed in the past few weeks.Since I knew that my thoughts were in a very toxic place right now and that if I pondered on them, I would just end up thinking about the wrong things, and thereby react in a reckless manner, I thought it fit to temporarily seek a distraction.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Generally, the idea of her staying on my mind all day long was appeasing
Alan's POV“Hello?” Her voice sounded rushed, somewhat like a tired sigh.Worried she was busy, I asked, “You busy?”“No.” Came her quick reply. I couldn’t miss the eagerness in her voice. “No, no, not at all. Why would I be? I’m home. We just took a break, we’re not busy. I mean, Emilia and Mark are, but I’m not. I’m not busy.”“Right.,” I mumbled, silently wondering why she was acting so tensed. “Well,” I swallowed. “I didn’t like how we left things off earlier. How I left things off. I’m sorry for hanging up on you like that, it was not my intention to act like a dick. I’m really sorry.”I could hear her unsteady breath sounds from the other end, which motivated me further to add, “When you called, I was already worried about Sasha. I was suspecting Douglas. And when I heard that Marla met you, I was just... I panicked, you know. I was worried.”“I know,” She said in a low whisper. “I understand why you reacted that way. I’m not angry with you. I just, as I said, I didn’t know how
Rachel's POVWith an insuppressible grin on my face, I walked back into the flat. A hint of a smile was still dancing on my lips as I walked into the living room but it was fazed when confusion swarmed over my brain, "Where's Mark?"Emilia narrowed her eyes at me, studying me unusually whilst she replied. "Him? He's gone to bed."Tilting my head towards left, I frowned, slightly, "Already?""It's way past midnight so yes." Emilia shrugged and kept her lingering gaze on me nonetheless."Already?" I mumbled to myself as I stole a quick glance at the clock hung on the wall. True to her words, the time was almost 1 AM."What's the matter with you? Why are you so happy?"Shrugging, I avoided her gaze. "No reason.""Was that a sex call, then?""Of course, not!""Well, you do look awfully... pleased by the phone call so I'm guessing he did more than just apologizing."Heat climbed to my cheeks at the mention of him. For reasons previously unknown, just a mere thought of him was producing ver
Rachel's POVShaking my head, I tried to stop the ensuing tears that triggered to fall. Instead, I struggled out of Emilia's grasp and clasped her hands on my thighs."Enough about me though. Tell me about your date."Ever since she broke up with Caleb, Emilia had been particularly careful when it came to men and relationships. When Dylan Wright, a popular doctor from the dermatology department at the hospital we worked at, managed to take her out on a date after meeting her on Tinder, she had a very shy amount of hope that it could turn into something serious.I had seen him from afar only a few times but the gossip among the nurses say that he was quite a charming lad. Sweet and caring were the frequently used words by his patient when leaving a report about him. In many ways, he reminded me of Caleb, the man that broke my poor friend's heart, and in a few, he was completely in contrast to him.For instance, Caleb and Dylan were similar in that they were both very compassionate and
Alan’s POV“You’re in a very delightful mood this morning.” My mother gazed up from the brim of her tea-cup to pass on an amused smile. “Do you want to share the happy news?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shrugged in a nonchalance but smirked back at her nonetheless.“Oh, of course, you know what I’m talking about,” She set aside her cup and leaned in eagerly.“Truly, I don’t.”“Is it that girl then?” Busted.“She’s got a name, you know?”“Yeah, I know. So it is about her, isn’t it?”“Mom, leave me alone. Let me enjoy my tea in peace. I’ve had to deal with a terrible migraine last night.”“Quit lying to my face, Alan. You look more peaceful and healthy than I’ve ever seen you before.” She scoffed and leaned back to fold her arms across her chest. Narrowing her eyes at me, she gave me an accusing look, “Are you in love with her?”The sip of the hot tea I’d taken just milliseconds before she said those words had ultimately sent me into a round of choking and I was forced t
Alan’s POVMy mother shook my head, "Alan, I know that you think you can, but handling suppressed emotions is a lot more difficult than hiding acknowledged . The more you try to suppress them, the more obvious and clear they become. Before you know, they'll be all over the place.""So what do you suggest I do? I can't confess to her yet, that's completely off-limits. She asked for some space and time and that's what I'm giving her. I am willing to wait for as long as she needs. That's the only thing she had ever asked of me and that's the least I can do for her.""Well, I get where you're coming from, Alan, and I know that you won't like what I want to say so I'm going to refrain from it. But I will suggest this - go with your gut feeling. I appreciate that you're thinking logically about this because when you do that, you often avoid unnecessary damage. But please, there will be a time where the situation demands you to act in a way that pleases your heart. Listen to it."When the ri