Mag-log inThe morning dew had dropped and the fresh sunlight kissed Lylah's skin. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she trotted gently, swinging her arms back and forth.
She made a stop and her head rose, catching the sweet smell of chocolate, signalling her arrival at "The Cozy Cup". At least this was the one place she held no memory of him. They only visited places of his convenience and not hers. And just like that, another memory flashed before her eyes. "Bebe, let's go to the beach", Lylah smiled and held his arm. "You know I don't like the beach Princess, choose someplace else", he disentangled their arms. "But why?", Lylah swiped her nose up. "My soul just don't like places I've never been t- "Oh but, my soul likes the places I've never been to but you been taking me?, Lylah interrupted. "Stop!" Lylah closed her eyes and breathed deeply. He always managed to stay in her head, even at places she thought wasn't linked to him. "C'mon Lylah, forget him and move on. Luna's waiting for you inside" She mentally talked to herself, awakening from any form of slumber she was in. She pushed open the big glass door and the bell dinged, signalling the arrival of a customer. Lylah saw Luna rise up, flailing her arms. She shook her head at her friend's dramatic expression. Luna wore a white fluffy skirt with a pink off-the-shoulder top with a v-cut. Just enough to show the right amount of cleavage. "Aren't you looking too hot for work?", Lylah popped an eyebrow up as she sat her purse on the table and took her seat. "Well good morning to you too bestie", Luna took a sip of her coffee. "What can I offer you miss?", the waitress smiled, waiting to take Lylah's order. "Miss,Miss,Miss", was all that rang in Lylah's head. "Miss, I got you something, close your eyes", he said. She closed her eyes tight, awaiting the surprise. This was something she was expecting but she wasn't so sure if it was the same thing she was expecting. "Turn around", he breathed right into her neck. Lylah run cold as she shivered. "Throw it back, and spread your legs Miss", he whispered. She felt it even before it got in-between her thighs. A giggle escaped her. A giggle coursed through her. This was the first time Luna had seen Lylah shown any expression of happiness in months. "Miss?, your order please?" And like a tight slap to the face, reality was put right before her. "Hot chocolate", she smiled. As soon as the waitress left the table, she bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. It had been a month already, why couldn't she just let him go, she wondered. Every single thing reminded her of the memories they shared. "Luna, do you remember when he got me a dildo after my birthday?", Lylah laughed. "Yes, and y'all fought about the dildo because you wanted him and not a stupid dildo and so he took it back. What a jerk!" Luna shook her head as she sat her cup of coffee down on the table. "You look like a fucking wreck Lylah, you act all tough but that's all an exterior. What did he feed you with?, he's probably enjoying his time with a bitch and here you go still thinking about him, God!!!" Lylah's lips wobbled up and down. Yes Luna was being completely honest. It's taken everything in her not to react to his recent behaviors. He's intentionally pushing things in her face. "Look Lylah, don't let him get in your head, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you- "You don't get it Luna, it has never been about something being wrong with me", Lylah interrupted. "How would you feel if the man you stood behind at all times was doing the clear opposite of what you did?", She scoffed. "I supported everything he stood for, I loved him for him, everything he was insecure about I accepted, made sure he wasn't insecure about no more, all for what?" "Shhh...", the waitress arrived with Lylah's order. "Here you go ma'am ", she smiles and leaves. "Calm down, he's not worth it okay, let him go. He's in the past, he's your past", Luna holds onto Lylah's hands. Lylah nods profusely as if to convince herself that she can let him go. "Promise me Lylah, you're not going to let his memories hold you back, promise me", Luna ordered. Lylah was on the other hand determined. There was nothing for her in the life they built together. There was nothing like together anymore. They were done. He wasn't hers anymore and she wasn't his anymore. All she had to do, was focus on her life henceforth. She had a life before him and she'd have a life even after him. "I promise Luna, I promise, this won't ever be my set back, this will be our CHOFFEE PACT, promise number 241", Lylah wiped her tears then giggled. Luna joined in. "You still keeping track of how many times we've promised each other and where?" "Luna, don't start", Lylah rolled her eyes. Luna raised her hand as if she was surrendering. She got up, grabbed her coat, then took one last sip of her coffee. "Let's get going, we got work", Luna took the lead. "The bill", Lylah yelled after her friend as she laid a couple notes down on the table. "Your call girlfriend", Luna smirked. Lylah shook her head as she ran after her friend. The two walked out of the Cozy Cup, hand in hand, finding comfort in each other. This was just how it'd been for these two for years. Just them. Lylah just had to love and it caused her immense pain. Only if she could take it back, she wouldn't have started the relationship in the first place at all. Now all she had was Luna, then work. Work was nothing pleasant either, Lylah's days were just about getting worse."Where were you?, you are almost late", Faye pointed out the obvious. "I'm here now, ain't I?", Lylah sighed as she took off her dark glasses.Lylah's eyes were bloodshot and heavy, the whites tinged with red, a telltale sign of a late night and too little sleep. Dark circles etched beneath her eyes like shadows.The skin underneath was puffy and dark. The spark that usually lit up her face had dimmed, leaving her gaze dull and lacklustre, giving her eyes a perpetually sleepy look."Ooh, what happened to you?, you look a hot mess. I leave you for a while and I can't find you anywhere. Oh right I found you close to twelve hours later, which is like now", Faye dropped the bomb on Lylah."Why are you making a mountain out of a molehill?, not like I didn't call you severally before?", Lylah rolled her eyes.Faye scanned her friend up and down, she almost looked like she got no sleep at all. This was no way to look presentable for a presentation.Well definitely not the type of upper eche
"You look so bomb, the smokey eye is definitely your style", Faye encouraged. Lylah smiled, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty, pretty enough and she didn't need one man to make her feel like she wasn't.Not just make her feel, to tell her that she wasn't pretty."Earth to Lylah", Faye snapped her fingers in Lylah's face.Lylah blinked twice, her eyes following the direction of Faye's fingers. She raised her left eyebrow quizzically. "I said we're done here. Where have your mind been?", Faye questioned. "Sorry, I just be doing that a lot sinc-"Stop", Faye interrupted. "Just stop Lylah. Your every single conversation leads back to him, that one. Why do you keep on inflicting on yourself so much pain", she added. Lylah rose up and settled on the bed. She looked up, like those ceilings were the most fancy thing she ever saw.She embraced herself, cause after all all she had was herself.She wanted to cry but she didn't want to do it before Faye. Tears were the mo
Lylah's world was crumbling and she felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown, the great pillar of her life was tumbling down on her and she was struggling to cope. What happened to her?, to them?, she was still in denial, trying to escape the reality of the situation.Lylah felt suffocated in her own skin. But the water was alive, its soft caress wrapping around her ankles like a lover's touch. Lylah sighed, letting her head fall back against the tub. The jets massaged her scalp, a gentle pulse that seemed to sync with her heartbeat. She felt weightless, suspended in a world of warmth and comfort.The bubbles tickled, a playful laugh that echoed through the bathroom. "Glub glub glub," they whispered, a soothing lullaby.Seeking solace, her eyes drifted shut, she sucked in her breath a submerged herself in the tub, letting herself sink deeper, into the peacefulness of it all as the water enveloped her.The bubbles tickled her skin, a strange comfort. It felt peaceful down there
"Are you okay?", he asked. Lylah's eyes looked empty; it was like every single blood had been drained from her face. The moisture in her lips was gone and it had been replaced with a rather dry lip. Her chest felt heavy. "Why do I let this happen to me over, and over, and over again", she mumbled. Her eyes landed on the smug looking guy standing right next to her. Marshmallow friend. "Why is he still here?", Lylah thought. She popped a questionable brow his way. "Randoff at your service ma'am", he replied. Lylah rolled her eyes, she wasn't even asking for his name. He seemed to be following her around and it was starting to feel awkward. She didn't want his attention. The irony wasn't lost on her, the one person she wanted was nowhere to be found. Life had a way of rubbing it in her face, didn't it? "Hey, you don't look too good, are you even supposed to be here at all", Randoff questioned. "Stop it", Lylah seethed. " I don't know you, I don't want your care, why are yo
Lylah frantically rummaged through her closet, the ticking clock seemed to mock her, each passing second a harsh reminder that she was running perilously late for the most important conference of her career. The air was thick with the scent of her sweat, even after washing down for the second time that day, and it was just a few minutes past 12 in the afternoon. Her fingers flew through the rows of clothes, rejecting each outfit with a dismissive swish of her hand. Where was that one dress, the one that made her feel invincible? She didn't want to struggle with her choice of clothes and that was why she unpacked her clothes from the suitcase into the wardrobe. She snatched a glance at the clock on her nightstand, and her heart sank. Thirty minutes. She was thirty minutes late,she had less than 5 minutes to transform herself from a chaotic mess into a poised professional. The sound of her own ragged breathing was the only soundtrack as she seized the cream-colored pencil skirt
Lylah Jeurgens walked down the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the plush carpet. She had stayed at this hotel before. The layout was familiar and comforting. As she approached her room, she slipped her key card into the slot and pushed open the door. The familiar scent of fresh linens and the soft glow of the lamps welcomed her back into her sanctuary. Lylah smiled, feeling a sense of comfort and relaxation wash over her. A small smile tugged at her lips. But that serenity was short-lived. The familiar scent of mint and wood hit her like a ghost of the past. She didn't even need to look to know he was there. He sat at the mini-bar, a glass in his hand, the liquid swirling as he twirled the glass. "So, where did you vanish to after your little moment with Mr. Replacement?", Raj muttered before draining his glass. Lylah just picked up the tv remote from the cobalt carpet, her gaze caught on his familiar blue baseball cap. She bent down to pick it up, but then she pau







