" It was a great night!" She said as she sits on the bench in the park. Vincent looks at her, his eyes moistening with the scene of her being so beautiful in the moonlight. He is scared. What if she regains her memories and leaves him. What will he respond to her question? The fear and the agony of losing his own child because of himself has broken himself in the worst way. It would be less painful to get stabbed by his enemies. Taking a deep sigh, he walks towards her and holds a coffee can in front of her. " Thanks!" She said. However, a pang of heartache leads him to clench his own cup when she moves a bit away from him when he sits next to her. Like she did when they were having dinner. The distance between them, the way she talked to him was like talking to a stranger, his heart shattered into pieces each time. " Emma!" He calls her name in a soft tone as he presses his own palm. " Hmm?" she sips the coffee and looks at him. " Did that place feel famili
It was more than an hour, she hasn't come out of the study room. Vincent takes a guess that she is resting. After soaking the towel in the lukewarm water, he approaches the door. With a hint of hesitation, his hand reaches the door knob. He doesn't know how to approach the whole situation. She is calm and indifferent. But it scares him more. What if he loses her? The thought of losing her messes with his mind. He wants to be the best husband in the world. He wants to be there when she needs her and everything. His strong grip twists the knob to open. However, to his surprise, the door doesn't open. He grabs his keys to open the door. She needs to take her medication. And he doesn't want her to skip taking medicines. Without thinking twice about breaking any sort of privacy, he just walks in after opening the door. " Emma!" He whispers and looks at her study room. His eyebrows knit slightly, finding no-one in the room. " Emma?" He mutters again. She is inside since s
" I wish I had parents like yours. Isn't it fun to be around sweet parents?" Emma, 13, clutches the tie of her school uniform and looks at Keya who is waiting for her father to pick them. " Don't worry! Aunt will be alright." Keya assures while holding a chocolate box, " Happy friendship day! I hope we will grow older together. Let's go to the same nursing home for elders together, OK?" Keya grins, Emma nods with a bright smile. But her attention slowly goes to her mother who is standing on the opposite side of the road. " Mom!" Emma waves her hand and smiles. " Gotta go, Keya. See you tomorrow, then!" She waves her hand and runs towards the road to cross. She notices the light is still on. Without thinking such, she grabs her backpack and runs towards her mother until - " Emma! WATCH OUT!" Her mother's screaming from the opposite side doesn't reach her. She clutches her eyes shut when she hears a sharp sound of horn. Covering her ears, she gets on her knees. Howe
" Don't go!" She begs, grabbing his hand tightly... " At least not tonight! Give me this night... Only me!" She pleas, pulling him towards the dining room where she prepared a romantic dinner since it's their third marriage anniversary. " Emma! Let go!" His eyes darken, voice icy. " Today is our marriage anniversary! So please - Don't go." She cries heartbreakingly, wishing for once her husband will listen to her begging. " EMMA!!!!" He yells at her, " Come to your sense! She is all alone. Her father just got drunk and throwing tantrum. Do you want me to enjoy some meat and wine with you when she is in trouble?" He grits his teeth, unable to hold his anger back. " I am here alone too. And you promised that today you will be with me only! Why are you -?" She can't finish her words as he cuts off her sentence. " Stop being so selfish! Emma. You are disappointing me. I have told you thousands times, I can give my life for her. She is my family. My best friend, my sister. No m
Her eyes open with the sound of door opening. She knows who is home. But this time, she just relaxs herself with no more movement. Unlike other days, she isn't going to rush to prepare breakfast. She doesn't want to bother with anyone's presents. So, instead of looking at her husband who opens the door of the closet and puts his suit inside, she closes her eyes and decides to sleep for a while. However, she can feel him climbing onto bed and lies next to her. Soon his hand reaches her waist, face burying her back with a deep sigh. But unlike other days, when she would melt and turn towards him, she remains silent, clenching her fist. She can't trust him. She doesn't want to be manipulated and gaslighted by his lies. Who knows what he is thinking. The truth she has, the faith she has in him is long gone. So it holds no value anymore. " I am sorry for the last night." He whispers trying to hug her. " I know what I have done is wrong. What I said is wrong. But I really don't m
" Cry if you want to. Do need to act like a strong woman!" Ash Downey, 28, her cousin looks at her and holds his handkerchief before her with his one hand while driving. He recently communicated with her because of their grandparents who are sick and currently hospitalized. Emma left her family the day her father moved his mistress in and moved in her childhood friend's house until she graduated from high school. After that, she never returned to the city where her father is currently residing in. She has cut their relationship off entirely and moved on with her life until two days ago, she got a call from Ash who introduced himself as her cousin. Although she thought he was joking since for long time she hasn't met any set of her grandparents. she thought she was rejected by everyone in her family. After all, her father was so proud of his cheating on her mother and causing her taking her own life. However , After talking to Ash, she has realized that Her maternal grandparents
The scent of disinfectant gives her headache since she was a kid. The hospital is never been a place to give her any sort of willingness to go. The afternoon falls when they arrive at the hospital. She doesn't know much about her grandparents. She hasn't met them for a long time. So she doubts that she will recognise any of them. However, the moment she gets closer to the impatient ward, few faces appear in her sight who are looking at her with anticipation. Two of them same as hers but she doesn't remember any of their faces, two couples in their mid fifties. She looks at Ash whose feature turns gloom but as soon as he notices her attention to him, the usual smile appears on his face, " They're our family!" " Brother Ash!" One of the girls runs towards him and hugs, " I missed you." Emma scans her. Although she has no common features with her, but she is beautiful. Her dyed blonde hair looks good on her. While she is observing the girl who looks same age hers, her
The loud sound of music and people's chit chat isn't her cup of tea. Because of this she always stays away from bars. But what gotten her today is something she can't even understand herself. She wants to call Vincent but somehow she can't do it. She has stopped missing him for good but she feels empty inside. When she was like a wandering soul, he sheltered her with hope and a dream of the future. But now she is turning into that wandering star who has no destination to reach. " Hey! Emma. Let me take a picture of you!" Darla grins, holding her phone. " I don't like -!" Before she could say, Ash pulls her closer, " Let's do it. It's been decades since I took a picture with my sister. Do you have any complaints?" He raises his brow with question. Emma shrugs and laughs little, " I don't remember but shall we?" Ash and Darla laugh. They can see that she is opening up. " Let's take you two first." Emma places the phone near her on the couch before sitting next to As