LOGINELIThe sky was grey and it was the kind that looked bruised. I walked down the gravel path of the Cemetery with my hands buried deep in my pockets and my jaw clenched tightly.I hadn’t been here since his funeral. Back then I didn’t cry, nor did I speak. Everyone thought it was my way of grieving, little did they know that I felt no sense of emotion at the death of this man. I just stood beside my mother, holding her hand but I was furious that the world expected us to mourn a man who had destroyed everything good in our home.Now almost a decade later and nothing felt different.I found his grave next to an oak tree. It was a simple headstone, nothing extra like the other ones I had seen on my way here. No flowers. No sign that someone had visited here in days.That was good. He didn’t deserve any.I stopped a few feet away. My throat felt raw and my stomach twisted. I couldn’t make myself move any closer.“I don’t know why I’m here” I said quietly. “I don’t forgive you. I don’t eve
CARTERGetting to the estate, it was too quiet. I understand that everyone was in a sober mood but I could hardly hear anything aside from the subtle whispers and the sound of servants and caterers moving around. It was the one night the Vale family hadn’t gathered to show off or to network, but who knows every event is an opportunity for the Vales to network.I adjusted the cuffs of my suit as I walked down the long corridor toward the main hall. At the entrance of the main hall was a large portrait of Catilyn. I stood there, gazing at the last phone that my sister had taken. A part of me felt unwelcome at her memorial, like she didn’t want me there because she knew that it was my fault.“Carter” I was joined by the rest of my family. They were all dressed in similar black suits, just like mine, and my mum was wearing a tailored black dress that fit her perfectly. She wore a black hat and huge shades that covered her eyes entirely. It was a clear indication that she had been crying.
ELIThe beeping of the monitors was a rhythm I hated so much. It just reminded me of the fact that my mother was unwell. Alive but fragile.I sat on the sofa in her hospital room, flipping through a science-fiction magazine. It had been my routine for a few days now, ever since I had that distress call. I dropped the magazine and placed my elbows on my knees, lacing my fingers together tightly and inhaling the hospital's strong scent. The Maybel health centre has always smelled like antiseptic and old grief, even before today.I stared at my mother who was sleeping peacefully before me and was now starting to stir awake.“Mum” I whispered, brushing a loose strand from her forehead. Her skin felt warm, but her eyes stayed closed.“Eli” she murmured, fluttering her eyes open, “You came again? Today?”I straightened “Yeah. I’m here. I just want to make sure you’re doing okay. Plus, I’m free today”It took her a moment to focus on me, her dark eyes searching my face like she was making su
ELI“Mr Rivera” I felt a wave over my face.“Yeah, yeah” I blinked back to reality.The doctor gave me a sympathetic smile. “Your mother is stable and she will be fine. I can assure you. Her vitals are responding to treatment but she will need to stay in intensive care for a few days for observation. It's standard procedure to inform you about this”I nodded feeling relief and at the same time pain. My mother didn't deserve to go through all these.“So she's… she’s going to be okay?”“She should be, but she needs rest and she needs to stay away from situations that trigger anxiety. The damage isn't physical.”I nodded and swallowed tightly, “Can I see her?”“Not yet, but very soon. She was sedated, we will let you know when you can”“Thank you.. Thank you so much”I paced around the waiting area, confused and at the same time relieved but the phone call I received earlier was still playing in my head.“We would need your presence at the Maybel health facility as soon as possible regar
CARTER.“So” Dean Holloway started “We’re doing this”I remained silent and inhaled the old leather scent of his large office. The atmosphere of the office managed to hide the bitterness of the man behind the large wooden desk.I squared up and faced him professionally.Holloway finally set down some printed sheets. “I’ll get straight to it,” he said. “This situation is getting…..uhm… disruptive.”“I understand” I replied quietly, carefully mincing my words.“Good. Because while I may not be fond of your celebrity status outside the university, I respect your work and influence. But I can not and will not allow scandal to attach itself to this institution.”I gulped and met his gaze, “There is no scandal, nor is there any misconduct”“That’s not what the student body is saying. Here” he pointed at the printed sheets, “A copy of the rumor posts”“I have made no misstep regarding professional boundaries and I have handled the relevant conversations”Holloway raised an eyebrow, “Have you
ELIDuring class, the lecture hall was freezing. I sat in my seat pretending to write my notes but my mind wandered far away from the lecture.I could only hear faint words from the professor, who was talking about constitutional interpretation. Now and then I would catch Maya turning to look at me.I couldn't blame her. She always wanted to know how I was doing since the rumor spread.When class finally ended, the chairs scraped along the floor and people packed their bags and began leaving. I dragged myself to my feet, slinging my bag over my shoulder.Maya waited for me by my aisle, she was scanning me and watching my move.“You look like you didn't sleep,” she said“I didn't” I admitted. I hardly slept and when I did, I woke up with a tight chest pain.She looped her arm around mine, “Let’s get you food before your brain shuts down.”I almost smiled.We stepped into the hallway with the crowd of students. Getting to the stairs, I heard Professor Cross call out to me.“Hi. Mr River


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