Ruby“Did you hear that Bryan was arrested? Even Mr. Grassi! I wonder what the deal is with this school.” My ears caught the loud whispering from one of the girls who were in front of me as I dragged my feet sadly out of the last class for the day.Well, it wasn’t exactly the last period in school, but for me, who was already tired of the talks about Mr. Klaus resigning and how they miss him, I was already done with school for the day, I just wanted to go stay in a lonely place.All I want to do now is stare into the air and pray fervently for Adonis’s return.I might seem hopeless for banking on the idea that Adonis is still alive. Given the fact that it has been almost two weeks since the incident and no traces of him being has been found, my prayers seem useless.But, at the same time, traces of him being dead were yet to be found. Unlike others, evidence in form of pieces of burnt body parts belonging to Adonis has not been found.Yes, they are yet to fully get rid of the rubble,
RubyThree years.I have been waiting for three years.Time flew past so fast while I was waiting for Adonis to show up in front of me again. While I managed to go on with my life, I always paused for some seconds to see if he was anywhere around me.He never was neither were there traces of him in his two homes.I graduated high school, took a year break before heading to the university to find out what appeals to me the most in life and now, that I am finally in the university, I am still waiting for him.At first, all I wanted was just to see if he was alive. I placed my hopes on the numerous searches embarked on by the police but, after a while, everything was futile. I watched the cops pack their bags and give up on searching for the man whose existence had become a mystery. Occasionally, I felt anger towards Adonis Klaus, but I always managed to cloud that anger with my need to see him alive.But, as three years passed, I felt anger and many more emotions. Some days I hate him,
RubyStepping out of the airport, my bag rolling with me as I walked towards the taxi I had flagged down, it hit me more that I was back in Manhattan on my way to see my parents and… him. And my mind became more confused.Thankfully, it was the mid-semester period and we have a one-week break which I will extend to a three-week holiday because I seriously need the break.Soon, the taxi moved and began the long journey that would lead me home.And towards Adonis Klaus.Two weeks after our unexpected reunion, I finally contacted Adonis, telling him I had an answer for him.I sounded so determined that I already had an answer but as the moving car sped and allowed some cool breeze to come my way, as I rested in the seat some more, I realised that my heart was still confused.Of course, I want to be with Adonis, I wish for nothing more. But thinking about the present only is such a short-sighted and risky thing. There is a strong need to think about how any decision I take would affect m
AdonisI resisted the urge to smile as I studied her face the moment she closed her eyes. My arms crossed and I let out a shuddering breath. I was slowly being pulled into some kind of trance, I needed to remind myself that I was not dreaming.I needed to remind myself that I should be alert, and waiting to hear her response, but I couldn’t help myself.Apart from a few times when I managed to send one of the men to check up on her, I had no particular idea of what she looked like in person. Definitely, the pictures sent did no justice to how beautifully grown she was.My head tilted as I observed her entire face. Her lips kept twitching as she delved into her thoughts. Her forehead wore some kind of frown and I realized once again how selfish it was of me to suddenly show up and ask her to choose from painful options. Options that make my heart ache as well.But I have no choice. I had to do it that way. Hopefully, she chooses to…“I have an answer,” I heard her blurt out, her soft v
RubyThe warm air that enveloped the day snuck into the room as another customer walked in with a small girl in his arms. A little smile came to my lips as I noticed the excitement on the girl's face when he asked which kind of cake she would like."Argh, I can't believe school starts next week. I have not made enough money," a shrill voice complained behind me and I twirled my seat to face my friend, Abby whose company I have enjoyed for about eight years, and not once have I regretted having her around."It's our last year though," I pointed out. "When we graduate, you can always take a break to earn more money."The tall brunette wore a pout as she leaned onto the marble counter. Her job at the confectionery store slash café was one of the many she got during summer break because she hated the idea of having to ask her parents for money."Can't we switch lives, Ruby?" Her huge eyes pleaded as though I was some magical godmother who would make her wish come true. As I chuckled at th
Ruby"When is our next movie night?" Abby asked just as I was about to get out of the car.Just staring at my house was making me yearn for the comfort of its walls but her question was quite important. "Uh... This Friday?""Your place or Jake's?" she asked further.We never use her house because her father is a strong believer in a human being not needing nobody else but himself. So... he almost forbade her from having friends if not for some amazing intervention."Mine. My Mom is making popcorn for us.""Yes!" Jake celebrated as his eyes met mine. "I love it when your Mom makes food."My grin was large. "I know it is a compliment. But..." My smile dropped and I wore a dark look. "My Dad mustn't hear you say that or else he will use you as our house rug."His green eyes danced away in discomfort, causing Abby and I to share an evil laughter."Bye guys," I finally said and I walked towards our house.Our family used to stay in a hotel before- I grew up in a penthouse there. But short
Ruby"M-my real mother?""Don't you remember me, Ruby?"Of course, I remember that I have a real mother somewhere. How could I forget the woman who didn't for once treat me like a daughter during the few times she managed to be around my dad and me? That was a memory among others I hate recalling. I could blame my brain for being so vivid when it comes to memories, but it is still a part of me. A vital part.But I still had to deal with the woman in front of me who was staring hard at me as if trying to drill thoughts and ideas into me.Walking out of her hold, I said, "You are not my mother. My mother is most probably at her office working.""Yes," she snorted. "That babysitter." The look of disgust on her face made me want to kick some sense into her. "I am sure she has bad-mouthed me. You know nothing about how vile she is." My mind could only imagine what bad thing she was about to say about my mother. And my curiosity got the best of me."What do you mean?"The tall woman wore a
RubyHeat enveloped me and my heart clenched as my eyes swung open after a too-familiar scene just played in my supposed-to-be peaceful sleep.I stared into the darkness ahead, and I wondered why my real mother bothered to show up.I might not be so sure how, but her sudden presence affected me. And... just a few seconds ago, I saw the scene where she slapped four-year-old me- a thing that hurt not just physically, but emotionally.She made me feel unwanted as a child. Her actions back then made me feel insecure about myself sometimes and that was a tough thing for a small version of me. What am I saying?It still is. The way my heart squeezed as I dreamt about that terrible day made me want to ask someone to scientifically or magically erase that memory and some others from my brain. But I doubt such a thing could happen except I get hit in the head or something.As I sat up, my now widened eyes checked the time on the small analogue clock seated on the small drawer beside my bed. I