All Chapters of It Was, A Beautiful Breakup : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NARRATIVE "Gather around kids. Let’s see what you’ve painted." The middle-aged, brunette haired lady said as she tapped her ruler on her desk. Of course, it was to gain the giggling and chatty kids' attention. "Yes, Teacher!" The kids giggled as they all scampered back to their seats, each holding their canvas. Nine year old Cora, stared at her drawing proudly even though she’s done the opposite of what Madame Gary had asked them to paint. As far as she’s concerned, she’s done a good job and hopefully, the teacher would leave in a good word for her to her mom. She wanted to continue taking lessons under Madame Gary’s art class but her mom was skeptical about it as she thought Cora wasn’t that devoted to painting. "Not bad, Giselle. Hopefully, you’d be a great artist someday. Great job, Pamela! I like that you always put in maximum effort." Madame Gary went on as she examined the kids’ paintings from seat to seat, complimenting those who did really well and encouraging tho

CORA'S POV Is this some kind of joke? I mean, why's Oliver Hart sitting before me? Last time I checked, we never spoke a word to each other even though we took a course in the University together. Now, who's Oliver Hart? Oliver Hart and I schooled at the famous Oxford university. He was a random colleague I never had conversations with. I didn't know much about him other than him being a popular dude amongst the girls that year, well obviously because of his goodlooks. The girls did refer to him as a 'hunk' then and I also learned he was great with pencils and ink. Presently, I stared at him from underneath my lashes, my fingers caressing my wine glass. "So, to what do I owe this amazing surprise, Mr Hart?" I began. He smiled, his gray eyes liting up with his beautiful smile. "No, please. No need being so formal with me, we're old school colleagues afterall." He smiled again, tapping a finger on the table, probably out of habit. My eyes took in his every move as he c

CORA'S POV "Breathe, Cora." He whispered softly and immediately, my tension disappeared. I felt relaxed instantly and I began to inhale and exhale, shutting my eyes close. "Good girl." Oliver said after what seemed like a minute. "Now open your eyes." I did as he instructed. "Focus, Cora. Focus on the lady before you. Stare deep into the eyes of this beautiful woman, shut out every other thoughts and concentrate on her only. Open your heart, search her eyes and tell me what you see." He said and everything else became still that moment, his hands were no longer on my shoulders and I couldn't feel his breath on my ear anymore. I blinked severally, shutting out the million thoughts going on in my head and stared at the painting. Concentrating only on her eyes, I stared until I felt nothing within or without me. I stared immensely, searchingly at those eyes that were mine and in that moment, something unusual occurred. At this moment, I was looking into my own soul. I saw my bat

CORA'S POV Few days later, I was already a master of my own with Oliver's exceptional teachings. I've never met anyone as unique as him. Today was the last day of training but I don't think I was ready to let him go. I admit, I've fallen for him but there's no way I'm telling him. What if he doesn't feel same? I would end up humiliating myself. Our last training was scheduled for evening and I was in my office, organizing a few projects when Mira walked in. "Ms. Connor, you have a visitor." She announced. I raised my head from my laptop to her with a slight frown. "Mira, I remember telling you I wouldn't be seeing anyone today. No business meetings today so why..." "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but it's that guy from before, Mr Hart. Should I instruct him to return?" She innocently asked. "What? No!" I said quickly. "Let him in." My heart was hammering hard against my chest in excitement and anticipation of seeing him. What in the world is wrong with me? "Alright, M

NARRATIVE The smell of cotton, old wood and the scent of brewing herbs, made the way to Natalie's nostrils. She blinked severally when she opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light in the cabin. She frowned slightly on discovering she was lying in an unfamiliar cotton bed and environment. Slowly, she scanned around the wooden cabin and instantly sat up when she found an unfamiliar man, sitting on a stool in a corner, watching her. He was masculine and shirtless, he had long black silky hair that fell down his shoulders. He had an attractive face and a clean jawline, his thick lashes conceal his hazel eyes. He had a somewhat huge frame and one of his fingers stroke one of his full brows as he watched her. 'You're awake.' He said and Natalie easily picked up his accent. He didn't sound native american. 'Who are you? What is this place? How did I get here? Gabby...Where's Gabby? Where's my husband?' She queried as she struggled to get off the bed. 'Relax, lad