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Twenty One: Sofia’s 23rd.

Our minds make the most of themselves when we want to be with someone but for whatever reason, cannot. It can torturous, having your mind poisoned by this one person or one thing that doesn’t seem to want to leave.Perhaps, you might not even want it to leave.Constantly thinking about someone can often be a comforting escape, but it can also be a call to a building infatuation—giving rise to an instant gravitation towards someone. And for reasons known to ourselves, that someone is often always beyond our reach. Our thoughts can’t help themselves and in the case of Theo, it didn’t. He just sat there, the majority of the night, delving deep into Sofia’s history—an act that not only fueled whatever he felt, but also a distraction to the night they last spoke. He heaved a deep breath and slouched back into his bed.In his clean amber eyes reflected a particular photo he had stumbled on from her profile, take into note the fact that he still needed to find out what happened with her fa

Twenty Two: Soulmates.

“Have you ever just wandered about the world?” Sofia’s voice was calm and she’d rode the boat away from the chaotic shores of the lake and further across the waters where they’d lost everyone else. The whistling noises of washing waves serenading the vehicle and other than that, there was a silence.A silence that called her into her thoughts.“What is it?” Oscar then was a few inches away from her, clinging unto the right side of the boat whilst she was at the far left. “What is about the world?” She brought her eyes to gaze into his before Sofia smirked.“Eight billion of us” She whispered.“Eight billion of us with different complex lives. With stories that are unique to us and yet the one thing that binds us is the universe. How can we be so different and some of us, so alike?” Sofia asked sand she gave up rowing for a while and the boat went still, only rocking to each side by the winds. “I believe there’s a term for that” Oscar was relaxed beneath the setting sun and he folded

Twenty-Three: Dinner With An Ex.

The strobing lights of the restaurant were of a variety of colors and they bounced back and forth the corner of her eyes. For most of the night, Sofia had her eyes buried into her plate. Her hands struggled to hold unto the knife that then sliced into her piece of turkey.But she could still feel Damien's gaze burn into the back of her head.Besides the cutlery clinches, the table was an eerily quiet one. That was before the same old whiny voice of Emma pierced through her ears, a reminder that she was still very much present. "So tell me, how have you been?" She had a lot courage to ask that but that question was so Emma and it only made it hard to believe that there was once a time they were inseparable best friends.She lifted her eyes then but was met with Damien's.He was the one who cupped his chin now in an emotion close to embarrassment. "Can you not—" His hands reached to Emma's, holding them to the table and Oscar cleared his throat, counting the minutes till he left this aw

Twenty-Four: I Want You.

“I want you” Oscar let his husky voice slither through her ears and across her neck until his lips parted hers again. Sofia felt the hairs across her skin arise, blown ferociously by winds that gushed in from windows. The flickering crimson bulb created the perfect hue and ambience.The atmosphere was gentle, enclasping and warm—fueling their raving tensions and desire for one another. Oscar flicked his tongue over her lower lip, tasting her before fully pressing his mouth against Sofia’s. He was just as gentle as he was reckless, allowing his brittle fingers cage her hips to the bed.Her stomach tied in more knots as she felt his hands trail lower and lower and Sofia closed her eyes with her arms around his neck. “I want you” That same voice towered over her yet again. And he wasn’t seeking permission to take off her clothes, he was merely declaring his intentions.That he wanted her.And like the man he always was, Oscar was used to getting what he wanted. Sofia, by his burning touc

Twenty-Five: It Was A Mistake.

“Absolutely not!”Oscar dared to hold Mr Winters back and Ferdinand was faced with a glare as cold as his. He didn’t let go until he left Sofia and a chuckle left his lips—a jeering one.“Who are you?” Ferdinand asked.“That doesn’t matter but that is my wife and this is a caution not to treat her anyhow” Oscar gritted through his terth and a wave of shock went through the whole room, impaling both Damien and Emma’s face who had come across yesterday.“Wife?” Emma faced Theresa, who in that moment didn’t think of anything better to do than to embrace her daughter. The tears streamed down her face as she cried into Sofia’s arms. “Oh my daughter!” She exclaimed to the sights of both Oscar and Ferdinand.“You see what you’ve done!” Her father lashed out at her.“Your mother has been a wreck for the past few week. How selfish could you have been to not return one single phone call—to leave us worrying about where you were and even if you were still alive!” Ferdinand said and it was then S

Twenty-Six: Italian Rendezvous.

Weeks had passed since where we last left Oscar and Sofia, redeeming the terms of their contract marriage after what seemed to be a mistaken and drunken one night stand on her twenty third birthday. Not much had happened since then besides working her ass off at Coffees 'n Cream and barely ever seeing him amidst busy schedules at the office.These past few weeks, it was safe to say that Sofia had fully settled in the Salem residence and the Baron household. If there was one person she had said the most words to, then perhaps it was Cynthia. She wished to meet Ronald from the things she'd heard but it was more unlikely and honestly, she wished more to meet Annie again.She seemed to be the one person she had really clicked with——for someone that wasn't big on friendship and alliances, Sofia felt Oscar's cousin was the only one who truly understood after their conversation that night. She thought at some point that it was Theodore but because of the events that came to light, Sofia dec

Twenty-Seven: The Wrath Of Mr Henderson.

The paintings that hung across the lustrous walls were bright and vibrant—enough to catch a passerby's attention. There were many of them, cramped up in the corner of the famous Boston museum. The scintillating scent of art and design and the freshness it brought filled the air and it was then Damien heaved in a deep breath of it.He opened his eyes to see his favorite work on exhibition right in front of him but alas, he looked to it felt nothing. He felt nothing because he thought about what he'd done to get this that it seemed almost meaningless. The fact that having this one day was a lifelong dream of both Sofia and himself and now, she was not by his side when it finally happened. She was not there as he sauntered to the many designers present that night. She was not there at all, and although Damien knew quite alright how much of his fault this all was, it was still somewhat difficult to admit it."Hey" Someone tugged the back of his arms, catching him in his breath and he tur

Twenty-Eight: Sicilian Beauty.

Never had Sofia Winters come in contact with as many buildings with so many albeit similar intricate designs. The air of Sicily, Italy was as gentle as a warm hug, serenading the curtains of the window she looked through.The sheer fabric danced across her face and she realized if she heaved in so much of a deeper breath, the dust would hover into the entrance of her nose. The back of her throat itched but her eyes were full. The Barons were staying in a tall villa, from where she could see the rest of Italy—the beautiful structures, the narrowest streets and even the ocean.She wondered why Paris was the city of love in a world where was Sicily. “Hey” A sharp voice instantly drifted her out her thoughts and out of surprise, Sofia was faced with Francesca. She’d already changed into a leopard skin bikini but she retained her heart. Across her face was an inviting smile which forced a crinkle between Sofia’s brows.“Come on” Her hands stretched out.“We said we were going to explore?”

Twenty-Nine: A Far L’Amore Comincia Tu.

“This way” An arm struck out to her as they headed towards the exit of the beach. “The Cefalù isn’t a far off from here” The guide echoed in a very distinctive Italian accent. Sofia had excitement bulge her eyes and it was truly a mesmerizing experience yet to come.The cefalù was very picturesque place, surrounded by a deep blue sea and even more colorful boats which led them to the other end of town. Theodore was thrilled to fish and Sofia was just captivated by the endless sights and attractions she was able to catch on her new phone. Sat by the ledge of the boat, she was able to take a few pictures of herself and then Theodore.They headed down the sandy shores and medieval alleys after an hour and a half to a place known as the Pearl of Sicily. A tricycle away was the magnificent town of Taormina whose legends were as enticing as they were absolutely terrifying. From a distance they could see Isola Bella and the Greek Theatre. Several medieval churches and even mount Etna.The c

Thirty: A Friend To A Nemesis.

The walk up the stairs was excruciatingly awkward but perhaps it was because of the tensive silence between Theodore and Sofia. Upon reaching the very doors she was to pass through, she halted and allowed her head to lean into the wooden frame."Sofia" Theodore's shoulders gnashed against the callous walls and a sharp breath escaped her lips. "Don't." She muttered before throwing her head upon her shoulders to look back at him. But only for a second did her mustered courage last."I'm sorry" She whispered."I never should have—it was a complicated scenario and we never should have" She stuttered, only for him to inch closer to her. Sofia avoided him like a plague, running her hands through her hair. Her lipstick was rubbed off and her hair seemed like it had electricity run through it. It was because of how harshly he'd groped unto it in the dark alleyway. She was taunted with the repulsive flashbacks as his hands met hers."Theodore" Sofia called."It was in the intensity of the mome

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