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
Raymond closed the last file that Thyme gave him as he relaxed his stiff muscles because he continued to sit in a chair for nearly six hours. His eyes behind the glasses he was wearing twitched—the result of continuing to divide his concentration between reading the printed file and the computer screen on his desk.Raymond turned his head to find that his boss seemed to be enjoying their lollipop, which had shrunk like a toddler, and looking at their computer screen enthusiastically as if they were playing games. He rose from his chair and walked over to their table. "Did you already finish all of them?" asked Thyme, enjoying their lollipop again. Raymond nodded. "I want to talk about Amanda's condition." Thyme's face suddenly turned serious, moving the lollipop away from their mouth. "Yesterday I actually wanted to inform you, but I couldn’t contact you. I wonder why."Their sarcastic tone made him remember that day. After he broke up with Hazel, he stayed in his bedroom for a day,
Raymond looked up, sat in the back of a city park, looking at the city sky filled with white clouds. Snowflakes fell slowly like little cotton, covering the streets of Cirillo. His eyes fixed on a snow removal crew that would appear every three hours to clean up the snow on the road, using snow removal equipment with the size of an average adult height. He did not know how the device work, because, with that slim size, they can swallow a lot of snow with each suction. Like a black hole in space. The snow removal crew he saw now had a flat face while humming as he moved the tool to suck the snow, apparently unconcerned that someone was watching him. The man's appearance made him realize that he had spent six hours in this city park.He raised his hands that were not wearing gloves. Red and stiff, so that he could barely feel his own hands. Today's cold air strangely did not bother him at all, although according to the weather forecast from hi
Yes. Last night he said it out loud and as clearly as the sky, asking Edward to let him stay over at his apartment. He needed a distraction, at least for his feelings for Hazel to completely disappear. To forget for a moment his reason for coming to this city. And he thought Edward could help him distract his mind. And the next day, he would return to his activities as usual, with the burden of the problem half lifted. Even though Edward agreed to let him stay the night, he did not attempt to do anything to him because, as soon as they arrived at Edward's apartment, the man kept quiet. He talked briefly to him, then opened the spare mattress that was kept in the closet and let him sleep on Edward's bed while the man slept on the mattress. Then Edward went straight to sleep after saying goodnight, even though it was still early. Not even mentioned their kiss at the park earlier ... "You already awake?" Edward gave a big yawn with his bed hair, approaching Raymond, who had been aw
Raymond stuffed his smartphone into his coat pocket after receiving a text from Thyme allowing him to take some day off because Verdict had taken care of everything. When he wanted a distraction, the people around him did not even give him a chance. Telling him to rest—something he would accept it gladly before but now he hated it. Precisely at times like this, what he needed was something that could make him busy, can be distracted him even if only for a moment. Raymond gave a deep sigh, closed his locker and walked out from the room. His working hours at this place was also over. There was no way he could ask Edward to increase his working hours, because there were already a few new employees hired by Edward, making that option impossible for him.He asked Mike who would normally agree if he offered to go home together
Raymond sucked deeply on his cigarette, to meet his lung cavity, then blew smoke into the air, which immediately integrated with the cold air of Cirillo City. From where he was now—in the balcony where he used to smoke, he could see mountains of snow that have piled up covering the roofs of people's houses and several public facilities, while office buildings are completely undisturbed by snow because they had an automatic snow removal feature that he did not know how it worked. He only heard it from Rachel yesterday, when he was forced to invite Rachel and her friends to eat at a restaurant after he left Martha. Unexpectedly, Rachel was the type who was very interested in architecture and technology, so that the woman explained it enthusiastically, in a simple way but still difficult for him to understand.Well, what people sa