Jack and Bee sat down on the bench by the window, the sun was close to setting and the whole forest was dusted with the golden sunlight. The evening breeze swept away Bee's messy hairs as she sat across the assistant, anticipating for what he had to say. Clouds of nostalgia highlighted Jack's professional features; it was Bee's first time seeing him portraying something else than his usual coldness.
Jack and Ryan were both stunning people, it was just that Ryan possessed a demonic charm and aura while Jack looked more of a workaholic. If both were made to stand for an auction together, most women would go for Ryan as that man looked dangerous but was naturally more charming. It was the halo that distinguishes men from each other and the aristocratic one that the Boss had was one that was rare to be found.The man looked outside the window, gazing at the never ending beauty of life. He started, "Me, Ryan and Catherine were childhood friends; we got to know each other as ourRyan was squashed beneath the chair but he was strong enough to survive the crash without getting injured; he creaked before feeling someone helping him stand up. Jack held up the boy and started checking him for injuries, “Bro, are you okay. Are you hurt anywhere?”The survivor stumbled on his feet; his head was dizzy because of the impact. It took him few seconds to stabilize himself and mumble, “Fine...” The two lads were so consumed in checking each other that the two didn’t notice a little frail figure in white gown reaching out to timidly pull the corner of Ryan’s shirt.Feeling something disturbing him the boy dropped his eye down just to get himself stunned; it was a little girl much shorter than him. She had a round face with clear skin, her eyes were big and round with long curly eye lashes. A tiny nose and quivering pink lips like newly bloomed cherry blossom complimented her angelic face. Her hairs were long and were left
"What is your name?" Catherine's question rang in the room in her yet to ripe childish voice. Her star like eyes stared merrily at her two guests; Jack threw the candy wrapper on the bin nearby before quenching her curiosity, "I am Jack and this is Ryan."The girl replied, "Nice to meet you, big brothers."Ryan was a born introvert and didn't like interacting much, even though he was curious about this young girl who was sending tingles down his heart he chose to stay mum and scan her with his watchful gaze. While he was silent Jack couldn't hold back himself from talking to this sweet kid; it didn't take long before he started throwing questions at her."How old are you, little one."Catherine showed him her chubby palm with five fingers. Jack laughed, "You are really a kid..." She was just a five year old yet had more manners than many adults he knew. The boy couldn't help but adore her; since he was young he always wanted a baby sister but whenever he
His words were solemn and sounded serious as if he was making a sincere promise to her. The girl was still childish, she looked up at him with her worn out depressed eyes and showed him her pinky finger, "Do you pinky promise?"Ryan couldn't help but get his straight lips curl up into a smile, he hooked his pinky pinger with her before making his promise to her.This was illogical, as a grown up boy he never believed on this childish rituals and pinky promises but seeing that this filled the girl with rays of hope and happines he gladly put up with it.the tension between his furrowed eyebrows and the room started to ease out as the girl's sound of chuckling resounded in the room.Ryan got up and two boys left after saying goodbye to the little girl who even came down with Miss Lala to escort them out.Inside the car Ryan had his eyes hooked on the girl untill his car moved out making her disappear from his sight. Jack said, "She is a really good girl, isn
The lonely bungalow was echoing with the joyful laughter of the kids, especially the little girl who never had many visitors coming by. The Little initiative the two boys took really meant a lot to the girl. The three played in the mini playground that was specially made for her in the garden all day long. The Little girl was awfully cheerful today, she tugged onto Ryan's hands and kept on running here and there trying all the swings with him that she had been playing with all these years alone. While Jack and Ryan managed to go and pull stunts with the swings as they were professionally trained Catherine, with her small frail body, would fall clumsily while trying to keep up with them. Seeing her hurting herself when chasing them Ryan gave up in his play and accompanied her for the rest of the day. The du
Ryan could feel something piercing down his heart, he was never an apathetic person yet for this little girl all he felt was an endless pity. She was really young, childhood was said to be the golden age of a person's entire life- while he was drained off in learning how to survive alone this girl's life too wasn't much better than him. She too was learning to live alone but sadly, this left a deep scar in her.Catherine wiped her nose with her palm before looking around the room, casting a smile weaker than her she said, "You asked, right, why I have so many stuff toys in my room. They are here... To make me feel a little less lonely. At night, when they are around... I feel a little less by myself. I... During nightmares, I couldn't call anyone to accompany me; all I can do was..." Catherine hugged her Fiona doll and closed her beautiful round eyes drowned in sorrow, "hug them and try to find... Warmth in them which makes me feel... Not alone and... Insecure."A sing
The abrupt question sent Jack into a daze; he was unable to guess why his friend was asking him about the age difference. The boy who was currently feeling the cold breeze on his face was more unpredictable than the weather itself so trying to guess his wild thoughts would be a sheer waste of time. He asked, "What do you need that for?" Ryan looked at him and said in a serious manner, "Catherine is five years younger than me." Jack's face was still for a while as he tried to puzzle up the latter's words but it didn't take more than two minutes for him to realize what he was up to. He sprung up on his seat and having no control over his tone he voiced out, "Ryan, are you crazy?" Ryan sat unmoved on his seat but someone did give a response to his sudden yelling. The driver turned back and asked, "Is there a problem, Master Jack." Seeing that his words had grabbed the attention of the chauffeur the boy could estimate just how loud he was a while ago. Assuring th
The following day when he met her again he couldn't resist her; when she touched him he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen which was both pleasant and peculiar for him. He couldn't take his eyes off her; the more he saw her the more he feared that his emotions for her were not normal and the comments were rather true. Was he... Really in love with her? When he was with her he felt like forgetting everything and just being with her, nuzzled in her company. His young heart was blossoming with a beautiful emotion. It was hard for him to accept this and till lunch, all of these worries were churning in his heart; the worst kind of feeling in the world was the one that is left unknown. Ryan finally gave up denying everything; he liked her, he did like being with her and wanted to protect her all his love. He started to accept this fact and even if he had some doubts about it everything vanished into thin air when they had a heart-to-heart in her room. When h
The couple watched the little boy walk upstairs, the man was furious but his wife knew how to calm him down. Giving him a hug like a spoilt kid she looked up at him, "Hubby, please forgive him. You know your son... He is just like you. He will be safe and even if he is not my mighty hubby is there to protect him, right."The man loved his wife more than anything and seeing her acting spoilt and calling him mighty was enough to melt his iced heart. He huffed off his anger and wrapped an arm around her; pulling her closer he looked up at the young boy's disappearing image, "I better keep an eye on this lad, he is up to something."He was his father and has lived twenty years more than the boy did; even though the boy didn't say anything clearly at the end of the day he was his son and it was not that hard for him to guess what was going on in his mind. He too has crossed this stage and age; developing friendship and engaging in peer activities was really common at this a