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JENSYNMy head throbbed where the cut met my skull as I dabbed ointment onto it. Night had fallen, but sleep refused to take me. My vision wavered and I contemplated using aspirin but that would mean I would go to the living room to get the first aid box.I groaned when I heard a tap somewhere. I thought it was my head until I heard it again. The door?My forehead creased in confusion as I stood straight and stared at it. I heard the tap again. Without warning, the door slammed open. Linden flew in like air, eyes wide, chest heaving. His voice cracked the silence: “Help me,” he whispered. “Help me, Jensyn. I… I will burn in hell. I am covered in blood. Too much of Mama's blood.”My heart slammed. I dropped the ointment.“What?”Linden was shaking violently, he could barely stand. I rushed to grab him and we both fell. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I held his body and brought him to my bed. His fingers grasped my nightgown, grazing my breast, digging into the skin and I winced.
LINDENThe silence in the room was deafening, but I loved it. It was the kind that seeped into your bloodstream to calm your nerves. I was focused on my laptop, my fingers moved fast across the keyboard, the sharp click of each keystroke echoed through the silence of my room. I didn't expect to be interrupted until I heard the soft, hesitant knocks that came to my door.I didn’t respond and the door creaked open anyway.From the corner of my eye, I caught Jensyn stepping in. She hovered beside the bed, not moving closer. Her palms were clasped in front of her, wringing slightly, shoulders tense beneath the cotton of her crepe blouse.She cleared her throat. “I need to talk to you, Linden.”I exhaled, lips curling faintly. “Let me guess. You want me to rent Santa Claus this time?” My tone danced on the edge of sarcasm. She shook her head, seriousness playing in her voice. It wasn't high, but it settled in the air uncomfortably. “I'm serious this time,” she replied. That made me pause
JENSYNLinden sat at the head of the table, a fork balanced between his fingers, barely touching the fish on his plate. He didn't speak. His presence was not even noticeable. Across from him, Willow leaned forward, her elbow grazing Andrea's as she smiled. She had been with us since last night. When she came, she looked ashen, almost as if she had not been sleeping. I asked her nothing, I just took her in.Willow turned to Andrea. “So, how is school, Andrea?” Her voice had that big-sister softness, the kind that wrapped around me like a warm sweater. Andrea's eyes stayed on her plate, poking on her mashed potatoes. “It’s fine.”Willow’s brows pulled together slightly. “Only fine? That's the simplest thing to say. Common, don't chicken out now, tell me what's actually happening in school.”Andrea gave a tiny, evasive smile, her shoulders inching up, but she said nothing. I nudged her with my knee under the table. “Didn’t you just win that reading badge last week?”That earned a small
JENSYN I pushed open the heavy door to Linden's room, the cold wave of air inside brushed my skin like a warning. The curtains were hung high, thick and dark, swallowing the last bit of sunlight trying to slip through. His room—God—the walls, the bed frame, even the wardrobe, were all ash or black. My pulse kicked up. I hated being in here, but I hated more what I'd come to do. He stood near the window, his back to me. That stance was rigid—like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and refused to let it fall. “Linden?” My voice was soft, “can I talk to you?” He didn't turn. “You are already in my room, aren't you? I took a deep breath, forcing my feet to move forward. “The money card, the one you gave me, it's running out.” “I told you I’d renew it next week.” His tone sliced through the stillness flatly. “I know you did.” My fingers curled at my sides, but I didn't let my nervousness reach my face. “I found this Christmas tree, it's so beautiful, and it's
JENSYN“We have two celebrations coming up in December, Andrea.”The words floated out of me with the hope that it would stir something in her. Andrea sat cross legged on the rug, the hem of her pink dress folded. Her English textbook lay forgotten beside her, the edges crumpled. The room smelled faintly of the coffee we had earlier. Sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm against the floor. Her lashes flickered, dark against her pale cheek. No reaction. My fingers drummed the arm of the couch as I waited.“Andrea?” My voice softened, coaxing. “Didn't you hear me?”Her head lifted slowly. Those blue eyes, always reminding me of Linden, met mine, cautious, like she didn’t want to hope for too much. “What celebrations?”“Christmas,” I said, leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees, “and my birthday.”She blinked, shoulders shifting, “Oh. November just started.”“Well, where I come from, we prepare ahead in case things get expensive.”Her gaze dropped again, tracing invisible
LINDENMy house had come alive tonight. Laughter echoed off the high ceilings, mingling with the scent of expensive cologne and baked pastries. I kept my glass steady, my smile easier.Jensyn floated through it all like she's been born into this world of wealth. The dress she wore fitted her just rightly. It was silk red and it caught the light as she walked. Her hair was loose, just as I liked it. It wasn't necessary for her to utter a word, people knew she belonged here.Two of my business associates from the Singapore branch cornered her near the terrace doors. Herbert and Kyle. They brought her to the table I sat in and the conversation began. “So,” Herbert leaned in, eyes bright behind his glass, “tell me how you tamed him. Linden's been a mystery since I knew him. And that his friend, Lev, is just as mysterious. And now, look who is married.”One look at Herbert and I shot him a glare. I detest the way his eyes skimmed over Jensyn's dress. It reminded me of the way River AKA. R