Dale Daniel’s POV
“How are you doing these past few years?” I asked, fixing my gaze on her. We are now sitting on the pavement at the university’s field. She is seated next to me but not that close.
She smiled. “I’m glad that I survived college life.”
From where I am, I could see how perfect her visuals were. She owns that not-so-red thin lips, her pinkish cheeks, her mushy gazes from her tantalizing eyes and her black hair fits her fair skin. She is more gorgeous than before.
“College journey made me realize a lot of things,” she uttered seriously then she looked at me. “It was exhausting. It's a good thing that I didn't lose my breath du
Clarriese Zyah's POVAfter my graduation, I decided to try my luck working at Dreammy Pen. I already passed my application form and was delighted when I heard the news that I got accepted for the job.Speaking of this, Dale told me that with just one talk with her grandmother, I could work at Dreammy Pen right away but I declined. I want to follow the process like a normal employee wants to be hired. I want to be fair. Yes, that way has less stress and pressure but still for me, I want to be accepted in my job because I deserve it. I am glad that Dale understood my point. He also agreed with me. According to him, if he were born as a normal man and not an heir to Dreammy Pen, he would do the same.After changing my clothes into a white tie blouse and black pintuc
Clarriese Zyah’s POVTwinkling stars above the night sky. The mesmerizing beauty of the moon. The cold breeze made me shiver. I am now sitting at our sala while holding a cup of warm milk. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was full of random thoughts. They were so loud that it made me wide awake.“Hey, baby, still awake?” I turned around when I heard my mom’s voice approaching.“Ma?” I asked her back as she took the seat next to me. She didn’t respond, rather she joined me watching the stars.“How’s your work?” she asked.I smiled while staring above. “It's going, well, ma. Th
Clarriese Zyah’s POVToday, I saw with my own eyes how Dale’s expression changed when I showed it to him by surprise. His eyes glimmered with an emotion that I have never seen before. The smiles he had on his face were the reflection of how happy his heart was. I could feel that everything I saw was genuine. My heart tells me so.“My girlfriend. . . ” he uttered. His voice was so soft that it felt like a piece of music to my ears. His hands were on my cheeks. His eyes were fixed on me. I could feel my face was burning red but I couldn’t bring myself to look away even though I wanted to. Seemed like I was mesmerized by the dark hazel eyes that stared at me intently.Who could resist such enchanting stares?
Dale Daniel’s POVSince my father passed away, I thought no one could change me ever again but Zyah proved me wrong. In the battle between me and myself, maybe it was her who was the one I was waiting for to win the war on my battlefield. She is like a ray of sunshine to my gloomy mornings. As her smiles reflected on my eyes, she gradually taught me to learn to wear my smile too.You were the glimpse of fantasy in my reality, Zyah.I was comfortably sitting on my office chair when my gaze caught the black notebook on my table. This simple notebook means a lot to me. This is where I wrote all of the messages that Zyah sent to me when I was in America. I reached it with my hand and opened it. I started reading some of the phrases I wrote.
Clarriese Zyah’s POVI felt a severe pain when I tried to move my body. I gently rubbed my forehead and slowly opened my eyes. What welcomed me is the solid misty gove colored ambiance. The fear subsided when I realized that I am at Dale's home. This place is familiar to me because I’ve been here before. He brought me here when I was sick. And now, I am here again, still sick.I slowly removed the blanket covering me and was about to move when I suddenly felt pain from my ankle. I pushed the blanket away from my body and checked on my ankle then. It already has a bandage. I wonder who made it. My eyes explored my body and I wasn't really dreaming. My clothes were changed into pink pajamas. How come I am wearing this? Where did this come from?When I rose from the
Clarriese Zyah’s POVA week after, I felt better now. Honestly, to rest for a week but Dale insisted and took a one week leave for me. I persuaded him but I never won. He was first with his decision. I didn’t argue with him because I know that he only wants the best for me.“Oh no, Ms. Zyah!” Fatty exclaimed when I told her what happened to me when I came back to work. “That’s not really the place you should go!”“Fatty, don’t blame yourself.” I tried to calm her down. I leave a gentle pat on her shoulder. “It was my fault. I didn’t read the paper you gave me first. I must have misplaced it and taken something else.”She was hesitant
Clarriese Zyah’s POV“Zy!” I heard Dwight call me when I reached Light Way Park. “Here!” she waved her hand to get my attention. She was seated on a bench under a huge tree. From here, we could have a full glimpse of the park.A lot of kids are wandering around the park. Some couples were also spotted. How sweet they are!It’s already 9 in the morning but the sun rays were not that strong. I love the weather, it's good.I went in her direction. I am holding a milk tea in both of my hands. When I was seated next to her, I passed her the other one. Today, we agreed to meet here. Since we are both busy with our lives, even just 20-30 minutes of conversation is fine with u
Dale Daniel's POVI was browsing the pages of Inkwell's Magazine Monthly Edition when I heard someone knock on the door. When it opened, a woman holding an undeniable elegance came in from that opened door. A pearl square peplum black collarless jacket and a spandex semi bootcut slacks. She screamed with confidence."You're late, woman." I welcomed her with intense stares. "Are you abusing your freedom because the owner of the company is your boyfriend?"She paused and questioned me with her confused yet anxious gaze. She tried her best to let out a phrase but rather than voicing out her side, she bowed down her head.I left my seat and headed in her direction, slowly. "Where have you been?" I asked, a h