AMELIA "Amelia, are you sure you can take over the store?" Larry looks at me with a solemn expression on his face. "I would be gone the entire afternoon, and you know afternoons are the busiest times of the day." I nod. "Oh, no worries!" I give him a soft smile. "You can trust me. I'll look after everything." I'm not sure how earnestly I've made it sound to him. He's not entirely wrong. The busiest time starts when the afternoon ends and the early evening rolls in, and also that his newly hired substitute would be filling in, then it should be child's play. I have plans to make him accomplish all the work. Why will I not? Larry has made me responsible for doing all of his work while he loves to sit on his ass, complaining and ordering me around. Why can't I do the same? Be as bad as he is when it comes to people I work with and handle? There is a niggling voice in my head that I would never be as bad as he is to me and the others who work here. Sure, I might ask the new pers
NEVILLEShe is standing in front of me, dressed in a pale and simple yellow sundress with tulips on the soft cotton fabric. She looks out of place in this room. Like she sticks out of the crowd because the men come dressed in a black-tie followed by a tux, and the women are in white. And the one person wearing any colour in the room is her. The way she grips the hem of her dress and twists it between her forefinger and her thumb makes my heart throb for her. How can I help her?She sucks on her lower lip staring intently at the long passage curving into another long corridor in front and the people surrounding her. I watch her spellbind by her beauty and the sweet way she bows her head down when someone walks by her. Something hints that she has some inkling of a doubt about how she fits in the room and the part where she cannot belong here with the rest of these people.What was her name again?I run through the names I have learned this past week in my head. When I run a hand throu
AMELIA"Why do you care so much about what I do or don't?""I just do."I tilt my head to take a better look at his face."Why is that? Why would you go out of your way to help me?" I run a hand through my hair, wondering about the reason for his generosity. "I'm not sure if I have met you before, and I'm almost sure I have not, so why do you care so much about helping out a stranger?" I blow out a tired breath. "No one wants to help other people these days, so what makes you want to help me? It's eating at me.""You are so curious, aren't you?" He gives me a mischievous smile. "There are no hidden agendas about the way I live my life. The quality of helping other people has instilled in me by my dad, as it came naturally to him. Believe it or not, I saw you struggling, and I just felt like you needed help, and I couldn't hold myself back there watching you get mistreated and couldn't stop myself from helping you out." He gives me another smile, more confused this time. "There's somet
NEVILLEAmelia drives me crazy with those innocent eyes of hers. The big black doe eyes hold a particular bewitching mystery in themselves, but they also tell me things when I stare into them longer. She walks behind me as we move to the next room from where we were. I took her there on purpose, thinking nobody would bother us. I was hoping that they would leave us alone.Though the clerical staff here are persistent in their attention, following me around the church premises everywhere I go.What are they thinking would happen?Am I going to run away from my dad's funeral?Or are they genuinely concerned for me?That can't be, could it?Maybe Jean put them up to it. But why isn't he here when he should be?Amelia tugs on my shoulder again, making me pivot on my feet."Are you doing okay?"I lie with a small smile."Yeah, I am fine." I sigh. "I'm going to be okay."Who even says that?I lead the way and then stop right in front of the colossal corridor and the private room to enter a
AMELIAI can see that the day is affecting Neville greatly. He looks broken as he’s perching against the wall in the corridor. I watch his entire body shake with the intensity of his grief as he cries in his hands.The corridor is empty and is not brightly lit. Everything is abundantly dark, and the scarcity of lighting makes things difficult for a passerby to realise it's actually Nev down there, sitting on the floor, with his arms hugging his knees. When I happen upon him, I wait still in my steps, thinking if I want to overstep his boundaries.Maybe he needs this time to process his feelings. I can’t hurt him more when he’s already hurting. What if I say something wrong that sets him off? If I make this anymore worse for him?Some part of me wants to move towards him and hold him in my arms. The empathy I feel for him shocks me. I’m not the one who wants to try to make other people feel better. I’m far from that. I have always been an awkward wallflower staying as distant as I c
AMELIAHe just got up and left the room.The room is blazing with voices since some people find it hard to keep it down even amid someone's life falling apart.I was scared about the ticking inside Neville at first, and now it’s all gone. The ticking is far-removed from what I can see. And the explosion that I know is coming. I’m silently waiting for it.I got up and walked in the direction I saw him leaving.Where did he go?This situation must be so hard on him.This day is such a shit-show.My legs run to the back of the unlit corridor, but I don’t encounter him there. He might have left for home. I should have followed him wherever he wanted to go when he mentioned it. But I also knew nothing regarding what was about to unravel. The piece of news he got in the chapel must be so hard to process for him. He seems like a person who would want to take his dad's business forward and raise it to new heights. Otherwise, if he didn’t want to work in the family business, it wouldn't have
AMELIAThat was one hell of a wild evening. After Arnold drops me home, I walk around my house as I change out of my cotton dress and make my way to the washroom.As I turn the heating on for the hot water in my shower, I remove articles of clothing from my body and stand naked in front of the bathroom sink. My eyes fall at me in the mirror, and something catches my eye. It is a small crescent moon-like shape on the right of my collarbone, glowing with red on my porcelain skin. At first, my mind tells me it’s probably a freckle, but then again, when I study the mark on my skin closely with my fingers, I find it's something they call petechiae. The spot wasn't there on my skin as far as I can remember. Is it a birthmark?If it was a birthmark, how come I have never noticed it before? I should have seen it.As I splash some more cold water on my face, some water hits the red spot, and the sensation makes the outer skin covering the area uncomfortable. The splash of water on my skin fee
NEVILLE The minute I enter my bedroom, I lock it behind me and make a beeline for the bookcase. My mind is sceptical of anyone entering the room in my absence, and those of Margarethe's former apprehensions when she handed me the letter make sense to me now. Something weird is happening inside this house, and the never-ending anxiety of not knowing what flows through our family makes me wary of everyone.Are they even my family anymore?I feel like I know no one.A sordid feeling in my chest tells me I need not trust anyone unless I want to be disappointed.After I put my ear to the back of my locked door to do a second check if anyone has followed me home or if someone is present outside in the hallway quietly waiting for me, I check for anything out of its initial place or order of housekeeping. When my mind is satisfied that no one has entered the room except me, I move toward the washroom to take a quick shower.I need to wash off all the gunk from the long, harrowing day I have