All Chapters of Love Rewritten: Chasing Her Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

♛ Aurora: The afternoon air hit me on the face the moment I stepped out of my car and stared outside the big expanse of land that was empty. The land for the charity project. The site was alive with activity, volunteers in neon vests unloading the supplies, and the framework of what would soon be the community center taking shape. My gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch, and I brushed my fingers through my hair, before looking up at the empty land which would be something more of buildings and facilities in the next couple of months. Hopefully everything would go smoothly. I took a slow breath, letting the warm air of the afternoon settle into me, calming my nerves. This project was supposed to be the beginning of something fresh, a purpose I could throw myself into without distractions. And I was happy about it, glad it's finally starting. But somehow, I could still feel a small empty feeling swirling my tummy. “Ms. Smith, the materials for the roofing will be a

Chapter 14 ♞ Adrian: I should have let her walk away. It would have been the smart thing to do. But when it came to her, I had never been smart. Before she could take another step, I shifted forward, blocking her path. Her assistant spared me a displeased look, but I simply ignored her. Turning back my attention to the stubborn woman before me. Her eyes were glaring daggers at me. Glares that could have worked well If looks could kill. “You can't keep walking away every time, Rory. Eventually you'll have to face me and talk.” My voice was low, but there was an edge to it. I just wanted her to listen to me. I wasn't asking for her to immediately forgive me. I just wanted to... A deep breath escaped my lips. She barely hesitated, her face was blank. “I'm not walking away. I’m going back to work.” I exhaled sharply, trying to tamp down my frustration. “Then tell me something—how long do you plan to keep avoiding me?” I wanted to know. I needed to. Her lips pressed to

♛ Aurora: “What did Liam do again?” I asked, already used to the continuous flop and flip of her boyfriend. For someone who wouldn't waste a time to tell me to stop sulking on someone who doesn't care about me, Trish didn't quite follow her rules. They’ve been together for almost five years, one would think the fluffy blonde boy had plans of proposing to her. But no, all he’s ever done was fumble. Again and again. Trish was in love with him, more than the usual. So, all his actions always had a way of breaking a part of her heart, and disappointing her all over again. I placed my food away, and turned my attention to her, waiting for answers. Trish sighed, leaning against the counter and staring at the ceiling like it might have answers. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore,” she muttered. I frowned, picking at the food she forced on me when her gaze dropped to it. “What happened?” She let out a dry laugh. “The usual, Rory.” She breathed, “The usual. He cheated.” My

♛ Aurora: I absentmindedly tapped my fingers on the office table, staring blankly at the screen of my laptop. My gaze dropped to my phone to check the time. It was still as early as 9. A.M I looked up and saw Bonnie scrolling through her work tab, and reviewing some emails we received earlier this morning. “What’s my schedule like?” I asked as I stood up from my swivel chair, walking over to the refrigerator. I opened it and picked a yoghurt. I turned back to the table and poured it in a glass cup, before walking back to my seat. “You have a meeting with one of our business partners in the next thirty minutes. A zoom call by 12 P.M. And lastly, visiting the site from 2 P.M to 5 P.M.” She listed off and I nodded. “Inform Edward about the meeting in the next thirty minutes.” I told Bonnie and she nodded before turning and heading to the door. Few minutes later, she stepped out, leaving me alone in the medium sized office. I turned my chair and my gaze trailed over the certificate

♛ Aurora: It was a normal Sunday morning. Trish and I had absolutely nothing to do, because it was a free work day. We were sitting in our apartment, munching on only popcorn 'cause we both felt terribly lazy to cook, then she suggested we go grocery shopping. Our fridge was empty. The only thing you'd find there is probably yoghurts and drinks. No fruits, veggies or even left over. So we were famished. “Oh My God! you disposed it off?” She exclaimed as I told her how my week went. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and turned to look at her, expecting to see a disappointed look that I threw a gift away. I bet if she was there she would have told me to keep the gift, throw the box, and throw the roses. And perhaps tell me to burn the letter and leave the ashes in an envelope by the waste. I hadn't even told her about the letter yet. “What exactly was in the gift box he sent?” Trish asked me as I stared down at the fresh fruits on the cart. I grabbed a bunch of banana