Raymond returned to his apartment, greeted with Hazel who glared at him, standing in front of the door. After he cried and felt a little better, he left the coffee shop ignoring Martha who insisted on driving him back to the apartment because of the heavy rain. He walked through the rain, ignoring his wet clothes.
‘Come in,’ Hazel ran into her room, and came back with a towel in her hand, thrust it at him then turned back, facing him. ‘The porridge will be ready soon.'
‘O-okay…’ Raymond replied reluctantly. He wanted to say that he did not get an appetite, but he gave up because he felt bad for Hazel, who must have worked so hard to make porridge for him. Hazel did not even ask why he left this morning, and he felt relieved because, honestly, he was not ready to tell Hazel everything. Not for now.
‘Oh, I forgot,’ Hazel turned back to face him. ‘After you finish eating the porridge, can you eat the cake I just made? I'm experiment
Was he dreaming right now? Sleeping with the angel he had been aiming for two months? He means, with Hazel who was sleeping beside him with her angelic face? No, no. Hazel was not like an angel. She was definitely an angel...Raymond immediately covered his face with his hands. He could feel his face flushed from remembering what they had done last night.Remembered Hazel's sexy voice, half sighing as he called her name and marking her whole body with his kiss. Hazel's scent was sweet just as vanilla.Damn. Everything was still so clear and fresh in his memory.He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His smartphone which he put on the nightstand beside his bed suddenly vibrated. His hand reached for his smartphone, opening the screen.Bad news.Call me when you're free.Raymond's ey
As soon as Raymond returned to the apartment, the sun was up. Hazel had already gone to work because he could not find her anywhere. Leaving the cooled porridge and some of the medicine he had to drink on the table, with a Post It on top of the bowl lid.
It has been two weeks since the assault incident occurred. His condition was getting better so there was no reason for him to stay at home. He got back to his usual. Worked at the cafe, while doing his new routine, working at Umberbridge’s mansion as Thyme’s confidant after his shift at the cafe was over. Running two jobs at once was
Raymond put the last document he just finished on Thyme's desk, found Thyme was sleeping on a pile of documents they were supposed to sign.‘Thyme?’ Raymond tried to wake the Thyme by shaking their body a little. Failed. Again he tried to wake them up, and thankfully it worked. It could be troublesome if Thyme did not wake up either because that means sacrificing his time to wait for them to wake up.‘Ah, sorry. I fell asleep,’ Thyme yawned as they said that.‘It’s okay. But you better move to your room. It’ll become uncomfortable if you continue to sleep here.’
Raymond stomped his feet. His fingers tapped on his thighs, shook off his anxiety as he glanced at Hazel, who was busy watching a drama series he did not know on the TV channel. This woman deliberately turned up the volume of the TV whenever he tried to open a conversation, making the atmosphere even more awkward than before. He did not understand what made this woman angry with him. He thought that after he apologized last night he would be forgiven. In fact, it was not that simple. To make things worse, Hazel continued to respond shortly to everything he said. All his attempts to make Hazel not angry had failed miserably. Instead of getting better, everything he did just made things even worse.For example this morning. Because today was their day off, he woke up earlier than usual, taking his time to bake chocolate bro
Raymond slowly left the Umberbridge mansion. His whole body trembled from the flashbacks of his memories he still could not bear. Being beside Amanda reminded him of Arnold because their similar faces and gestures made his PTSD symptoms getting worse. He knew that sooner or later, his symptoms would only get worse if he did not continue his treatment. The psychiatrist who treated him in the past also warned him of the risks he would face if he stopped his treatment sessions in the middle. But, did he have any choice now, after he knew that his friend's younger sister was in danger? He was not in the position to decide. At least, he considered what he was doing now as part of his effort to make amends for the mistakes he had made. His chest ached until he hit his chest several times to suppress his pain.The pain was
Raymond can feel his entire body frozen. He intended to run away from a group of people who were absolutely not ordinary people by their stature, avoiding everything. The panic attack that he had just experienced had consumed all of his energy. But behind him was Edward, and he did not want his manager getting involved in his business. He swallowed hard. Yes, there was no other way than to face these people, with only a thirty per cent chance of winning based on his observation of their abilities. He drew closer to Edward, who was standing behind him, looking a little worried.‘Look. On the count of three, run away from this place. Understand?’‘How about you?’
‘Is there something wrong, accompanying my employee to go home when his conditions are not well, Miss Hazel Skylar?’‘Of course no, Manager. Instead, I should be the one apologizing to you for sacrificing your ‘valuable time’ to take him home safely, Manager.’‘I don't feel bothered at all.’When would they finish their arguing in front of the apartment building? He was too tired to complain. Fifteen minutes passed since Edward arrived in front of his apartment building. Hazel was standing in front of the apartment building's entrance, rubbing her hands to keep her body warm. Then as soon as Hazel saw him with Edward, instead of coming over to him and asking why he was with Edward or worrying about his condition, Hazel grabbed Raymond's wrist, pulling him away from Edward wi