The drive was smooth and quiet. This is one thing about road trips James won't understand. The driver had the music soft-tuned and the air, conditioned to the right body need. James will never do that. He will ensure the music is tuned to max, with his windows all scrolled down. Well, James would have provided us with snacks and more, but Granny is too decent to eat in Mr. Waldeen's dear car.The road is familiar. It looks like the route James has taken during our visit to that clinic months ago. It is. I am sure. Though at a point, the driver went off the tarred road unto a lonely path. He drove carefully into the noiseless town for a long time."It is unlike the city my dear. It is oddly calm here"Granny must have seen my curious look out of the window. If I wasn't seated beside Granny, I would fear for my safety."I noticed"I responded to Granny's explanation with my eyes fixed on the road. The city isn't noisy though, it just doesn't have trees and shrubs settling on both sides
I could ignore any call at this moment, but not when it is my brother. I placed a pillow behind me, above my waist, to give me a comfortable posture to engage with James, I know it will be a long one."So, how is your little vacation going?"James sounded cheerful as always. He looks like he just left the bathroom. His hair drips of water and the last thing James would do is to mop the droppings off his floor."Noiseless.""Tell me about it. It feels the same here.""I miss you too."I am not the noisy one. James saying home is noiseless, I understand. And now that I said the words, I think I miss him. It must have been a surprise for him when I spoke of this 'little vacation' earlier today. He didn't even get to know ahead of others. Although he handled it better than Rose, his facial expressions nearly exposed him."James, I am not far away. You could drive down here if you want," I continued when he didn't say anything."Naaaaah, I will pass."He stopped damping his curly hair with
NICHOLAS:I spent hours with Elena, moping at her pale face. I no longer wonder when she'd wake up, predicting isn't making any good. I only live every day in appreciation she hasn't given up yet.Elena survived the accident that took out parents in an instant. It is still unexplainable how Elena is alive, partially breathing I could say. The samaritans that brought into the clinic that night had confirmed her dead too. Thanks to Dr. Ray who announced he felt a pulse after minutes of pronouncing her dead, he kept Elena from ending up in the morgue with my parents.I can sit hours beside her. Dr. Ray had once asked me to read her a book, this will stimulate her unconsciousness. I do not see how that is true. I dearly love Elena and can do anything to bring her out of the coma, but reading her a book is off my strategy; I rather stay speechlessly beside her. filled with overbearing emotions when seated in her ward. I'd believe she hears my wordless readings.I knew I won't be back to s
"Nicholas!"I turned towards the voice. Mrs. Grater calling my name in her style and her arms spreading towards me. I don't know why she would call my name from afar and yet, walk up to me. She could've walked up and tap me into her presence and save her faint voice for emergency. It is equally laughable to think she expects I run like wildfire into her embrace. It is nice to see, but no, she isn't my mother and I am not her toddler to welcome her the way she envisaged.I stood without moving and she lowered her arms in return. I decided to move my cheeks up a little when she alternatively give her full smile to me. Getting tired of standing, I leaned on my bike and wait for the end of her slow walk to me. I didn't fail to notice the parcel in her hand. Cookies. This is the best part of having her home."Nicholas!"She called on a close reach. Oh! Mrs. Greater has tenderly aged. Her steps have gotten slower and her voice, fainter."Hi, Mrs. Grater.""It's been ages. Look at you, all g
NICHOLAS:There is nothing I think of going in there with except the flowered dish that was used on my behalf last evening. During our past eat-together with her family, Mr. John do come over with a bottle of wine and Theresa, with plates of her little baking experiments. It is my family's turn to go over for a meal, though I am the only representative, poorly, there is nothing to go with. I'd have a bottle of ketchup which doesn't make sense to go in with. I have nothing, so I will just go. I hope Mrs. Grater wouldn't mind.I do not know Mrs. Grater's exact time for breakfast. I should have asked. I do not want to be too early or late either. Gosh! It feels like a date.'it is just a meal', I keep telling myself. It will only be the old Grater and perhaps the person that drove that mighty car, who probably isn't far from Grater's age. The self-reminder isn't working, as I found myself nervously inclined.At seven, I went in for a shower. If after a cold shower, I still feel same, I w
GREG:I continued tossing on the bed despite many failures to get extra sleep. My body calls for a wake, yet I coiled under the duvet Granny had provided last night, chasing for more. With the chilly weather, anyone could wish nothing but to lay and snore in laziness. It is a relief that Granny had left me the night without supper. I'd thought she would nag and cry me out of bed to have some dinner with them.Having lunch with Granny and Mr. Ben yesterday was doable. It was the first time I ever use the same table with anyone who isn't blood-related. The familiarity was new to Mr Ben too, he awkwardly ate his food and kept his face lowered to his plate until I voiced against it. That exact reaction is one of the two I dislike seeing in anyone around me, but I have come to reasonable terms with it since most of the employees at home who happens to see my masked face act that way, while few suddenly become respectful and loyal. I could differentiate the two reactions and the latter is t
GREG:I took time in getting cleaned under the shower thinking for a hundred and more times the accident that occurred in my heart days ago. A glass of water did nothing to the rapid motion I experienced. I hope it isn't what I am thinking. How could it even be possible? Having this furious heartbeat at the sight of someone I just met days ago is unspeakable. He didn't help the matter, he ensures to frequent his dining in Granny's house like he is her real grandson. He'd come either in the morning or evening for these past days, I know because I saw it all.I have avoided him like a plague. I declined to eat with Granny and Mr. Ben since he started joining them. Granny claims she understands my plight and tried not to force me out of the room for a meal. She has no idea. When he isn't in Granny's house, I do not resist the urge to stand by the window and spy on the moment I feel he is outside, my instincts don't fail for I'd see him looking edible for my health and perfect for my ca
NICHOLAS:Despite the long night, my sleep was short and restless. I was plagued by unwelcome thoughts of Greg Waldeen, conjuring various images of him in my mind without settling on a single one. The curiosity to know him proved difficult to handle, and as I rose from bed at sunrise to have coffee, I resolved to pursue him relentlessly, undeterred by any obstacles in my path.The chilly morning sent shivers through my body, prompting me to bundle up. I adjusted the window blinds in an attempt to keep the cold air at bay, but it persisted, fueled by the nearby woods and river that turned the surroundings into a frosty zone with a mere gust of wind. Such conditions often tempted me to consider selling the woods to a timber factory; the trees could serve a more practical purpose than exacerbating the cold.Returning to my room, I changed into track pants and a cotton vest, tied back my hair and banded it round my skull, and ventured outside the building to gather firewood for the heart