Christian
We're lying on the open meadow, still staring at the sky. At first, I didn't feel like watching the lanterns because I was more interested to watch her. But she literally scolded the hell out of me and forced me to look up there. According to her, I would eventually watch her anytime but she could never make me see the beauty around me all the time.
Later, it felt great and my eyes soothed with the bright view. I have never thought to spend my time idly looking at the sky. Even looking at myself in the mirror was a waste of time for me. But this girl!She didn't change at all. I remember the evenings when I used to study extra lessons even after finishing the homework. She used to yell from her balcony and call me at my balcony. Our homes were just a few feet apart. She used to make me feel the breeze of the night, watching the stars and fireflies. Those days were something I would never forget. She wasChristian"Alright, so—", I tuck the strands of her hair behind her ear as she places her chin on my chest, curiously waiting for my answer. "You don't like it when I call you Mrs Scott?""It's not the case. I just asked why you are so formal in this", she rolls her eyes.It cracks me up."I'm not formal. But whenever I call you Mrs Scott, it reminds me every time that you're mine", I smile.She folds her lips and breaks eye contact, playing with the button of my shirt again. I wonder what she finds so enjoyable to play with these buttons."So, you mean the last name i
IvannaI'm sore. My entire body feels so damn numb after this workout— almost five months later I have visited the gym. I think it was a wrong move for me to reach the campus directly from the gym. I still have an hour before the class starts. The campus is filling gradually."Hey, girl", Emily joins me from somewhere."Hey, good morning. You're so early today", I roll my eyes."Well, who can turn down handsome men?" She beams, looking somewhere— just like an idiot!"What?" I exclaim."Huh! Nothing", she mumbles.
Ivanna The morning starts with a warm touch on my lips. Even though it has been a morning routine, I'm still obsessed with this kind of beginning. I feel him stretching the kiss. It's always short in the morning. My eyelids part at him, just an inch apart with a handsome smile lingering on his face. It's enough to make me smile back. I slide my hand up to his neck and pull him into another deep kiss. I can recall the days I spent in Texas before. Mornings happened to be much different than this one— living alone, workout session, quick breakfast, leaving for college and working straight for six hours to pay my bills! It's not like my life wasn't better. It was. But I can feel what I lacked. Maybe
Christian "I don't know if I should call myself fortunate for having two fathers or unfortunate for losing both of them", I sigh, staring at the clean water of the lake; my favourite area of this foster care home when I met my second father. "I think you should choose the positive one", Ivanna looks at me with a smile. We're standing a few inches away, facing the lake and looking at the beautiful ducks floating. "Death is a slow poison", she says after a while. "Not to the person who dies— but to those whom the person leaves behind. The poison gradually sucks out happiness from a living one and makes them crave dying. If we start giving importance to death, mourning instead of celebrating their lives, death wins" Her deep words consume me, filling the voids inside and making me realise how badly I need to come out of the realm that has surrounded me.
Ivanna We spent the entire day in the foster home and it went pretty good. It was my first visit to such a place— peaceful and vibrant. I always strived to look for contentment in real things and undoubtedly, the smiles on the faces of those little souls seem to be the best way to contentment. The authority arranged a few games for the children and rewarded the winners— also the others. We joined too, clicked pictures, had lunch with them and also danced. I made Christian dance! That should be an achievement for me. However, he looked adorable. The day comes near the end and we have to leave before it's dark all around. I insist Rachel show me the last section and she takes me there.
IvannaWe have come back to the city again after a tiring day. Undoubtedly, I know why Christian chose the place to go on his father's death anniversary. I would never know so many layers of his life if we didn't go there. He would never tell what he had been through all his childhood.I feel bad; in fact worse. Even though he had a good life, later on, those two years of trauma as a child could never be forgotten.I just love the way he adores his second father. The way he described him melted my heart.I'm scrolling through the emails on my MacBook while thinking about Christian. This man is never off my head.I hear the sound of the washroom's door opening. Christian comes to me straight and holds the MacBook, sliding it down from my lap and placing it on my knee. Since there's a blan
Emily I smile at the phone, wiping my tears and I feel better now. My grouch boss can be so patient to explain things like this is something beyond my imagination. But he's good. Even though he talked about the work, I feel like it hits me hard with things I'm going through. I lie on the tiny bed of my one-room apartment and look at the ceiling. "Hide your weakness, Miss Benson", Kane's words echo inside my head. As I close my eyes, I can hear my own words. "I don't think I can survive without you, Ryan" Opening my eyes, I sigh. And with those open eyes, I can see the visual of my ex-boyfriend kissing his classmate!  
Ivanna Since I wasn't expecting him to be here, I was a bit shocked. He glances up at me and his eyes freeze again like the day in the gym. It makes me kinda uncomfortable how he just gazes without any reaction. Maybe, he does it to everyone. I'm overthinking. "Come inside and have a seat," he says and looks down at the documents scattered on his table. I take small steps towards the table and take a seat. "Good morning," I say with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Iv—" "It's Mrs.," I immediately interrupt him.