No one made a sound. They all turned towards me and waited for a reaction. I continued to stare at the now powerless turbine. It had failed. We should have been patient, perhaps we needed more power… A loud crack of thunder erupted and Alveera released a small scream which made the team burst out laughing. I should have been there next to her. Why did I want to protect her? It was a storm. The thunder just gave her a fright. Why did I feel guilty?
“The first run has failed. That’s unfortunate.” I responded after clearing my throat then added, “Alright then. You all have the rest of the day off, we shall discuss how to proceed tomorrow morning. Say around 10 am?”
“Yes sir.” Was the last thing I heard before I walked out of the room. I didn’t even pay attention to recognise whose voice that was.
My only chance was over. We needed the storm to decrease the surrounding air pressure and temperature. That storm was perfect. I guess we could try again when another storm is expected… but a storm with those specific qualities? The probability was close to 0. Even if the team could track it down, that wouldn’t occur any time soon. It would take months.
Clearly, the amount of power available wasn’t enough. I needed more. I can attract a lightning bolt to strike a generator. Such sophisticated equipment to even attract the lightning could take years to develop and construct. That also meant I needed a complex storage facility, one that can operate under a 300 million volt current. My timeframe would be a few microseconds to obtain the voltage. Don’t even get me started on the safety mechanisms, one mistake and this entire facility could be blown up.
Another crack of thunder erupted which startled me. I was so lost in thought I forgot to pay attention to my surroundings. She probably also got a fright. Alveera? I spun around but there was no one behind me. The empty hallway was all I saw. She didn’t follow me out?
Right. I walked away without even caring about her. My project was the only thing on my mind that I didn’t think twice about my assistant. I stared down the hallway and listened to the sound of her heels. The 0.8 s clicks were nowhere to be heard. The sound of the pouring rain, strong winds and thunder flooded the facility. They drowned out the sound of those powerful heels. I took three steps in the direction I last saw Alveera then stopped.
I’m so focused on my emotions, the way I feel about a … girl. Alveera Rose was a distraction. She wasn’t important. This project was. My life's work was. I have spent 7 years thinking about her. That’s 2555 days of my attention wasted on someone I can never be with. No wonder this test run had failed! I haven’t even been focusing on what’s important. If she never came into my life then it would have worked.
I spun around and cursed, “Fuck!” then ran to my apartment. I needed to get away from here, every part of this facility was stained by the memory of Alveera. They all tormented me as I ran past. My apartment was clean since she had never stepped foot in there.
“What is wrong with you?” I yelled as I slammed the door behind me and sunk to the floor.
It’s just a test run. I repeated over and over. I tried to calm down my breathing. “It’s just” I whispered and breathed in, “a test run.” Then breathed out. After a few minutes, it worked. I just felt angry now. I jumped up and walked over to my journals. They were full of all my research, experiments and formulas to improve the project. 12 years worth of work. I flipped open my newest journal to the last entry.
A message was written at the top of the next clean page.
“I’ve always believed in you.” Was written in pink ink with a smiley face, heart and dash followed by the letter A. Alveera.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?!” I screamed and ripped out the page. The visual aspect of seeing that page being ripped out was satisfying. The sound of that tear was so pleasing. It made me feel better. I laughed and proceeded to tear out more pages. Years of my life fell to the floor as the pages were thrown around my room. I had just finished journal 3 when I stopped.
“What am I doing?” I whispered and dropped the journal, “No, no, no. Please no. Stop.” I dropped to my knees and started to collect all the pages. In a frantic hurry, I picked up each page as if they were about to fade away. Pages had landed everywhere. On the bed, behind the cupboard, under the tables, even in the bathroom. I picked up 575 pages. Each journal was a book of 192 pages… which meant one page was missing.
I fell to my knees once again and searched under, behind and on top of everything. Nope. I gave up. The storm had now passed and dusk had fallen upon the facility. I felt drained. I grabbed hold of the pile of pages and hugged them close to my body as I lay on the floor. I felt ashamed for overreacting, it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone's fault. Tanencha wasn’t ready to work, the project just needed more time to perfect.
“I’m sorry Alveera,” I whispered and turned my head to the side as one teardrop ran down my face. There it was, the last page. It had slid underneath my door. I noticed the corner of the white page peeking out from beneath the door and reached over to grab onto it.
It was the page she had written on. A wave of relief washed over me. I walked over to the desk in my room, sat down and started sorting out all the pages into their original order. None of them were numbered, so I had to read over the research and figure out which page came next. My photogenic memory served as an advantage in the situation.
I wasn’t even sure of the time when I finished. I then grabbed the clear tape from my draw and stuck all the pages back into their corresponding journals. It was around 11 when I finished, but my thoughts were racing. I needed to clear my head. I got up and decided to go sit by the pool, the cool air and stars would put my thoughts at ease. The water was warm so I took off my shoes and sat by the edge with my feet dangling into the pool. It was so quiet. I felt calm knowing that I was a small speck in this universe as I looked up and watched the stars shine through the darkness.
“Mr Nova?” A voice asked out of nowhere. It gave me a fright and I almost fell into the pool, but I stopped myself just in time. I looked up and saw Alveera. She was in a cute pair of pyjamas that had little pandas all over them. I looked down and saw she was in a pair of slippers. Why did I expect her to have heels on?
“Oh hello,” I replied and offered her a smile.
“How are you?” She inquired with a concerned expression. I laughed and looked back up at the stars. I felt her sit down next to me. Her warm hand brushed over mine but she didn’t pull it away. I interlocked her fingers in mine and pulled her hand up to my lips, placing a kiss on her delicate fingers.
“Cuore, you are the under-boss of this family. Do you know what that means? You will take over once I pass.” The Padrino of Cosa Nostra fumed in Italian. “I am already 59. My time is almost over.”I crossed my arms across my chest and sighed, “Yes I know Dad. Please stop reminding me. I’m just trying to say that the family won’t accept me. Firstly I am a woman, and secondly, other mafia rivals will see us as weak.”“This family will accept you! They voted for you to be my under-boss, why won’t they stand by you once I pass? Rivals will always be rivals. Anger them more, let them underestimate us and try to start a war. They will lose, then that’s one less enemy.”“It’s clear I’m not ready to take over. I didn’t even see it as an advantage.” I groaned and jerked my hand upwards as if to hit my own face. I then walked over to my Dad and took his hands in mine, &ld
“Alexio will you be loyal to me even when my Dad passes away?” I inquired and sat up. The car came to a stop as we parked along the side of the road. He reached over and took off my sunglasses, then took my hands in his. “My Cuore, I am loyal to you. Not your father. I am loyal to you till the day you tell me to leave. I will always be here for you, in any way you want me.” He softly responded and leaned in to place a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you.” I blushed and pulled him closer to give him a proper kiss. He deepened the kiss for a moment then pulled away. “We can’t stop here for long.” He stated and started up the car. “Can I play some music?” “This is your car. You can do whatever you like.” “Oh yeah, right.” I giggled and grabbed the USB out of my purse. I plugged it in and put it on track 9. Montero (Call me by your name) by Lil Nas X started playing. I sang along to the song while we drove and Alexio joined in.
The bell rang to end this horrific school day. Finally! Urgh, I hate school. It’s so boring and just a waste of my time. I felt so irritated, I just wanted to get home. Everything irritated me; the voice of my accounting teacher, the way my uniform felt against my skin, the pink pencil case full of permanent marker scribbles that the girl next to me had on her desk and the taste of my dry mouth. I craved a sugary drink. The cola refresh in the fridge at home was calling my name.“Taylen, Taylen. Drink me! Drain my blood!” I imagined it saying. It would cheer as I took it from the fridge and twisted open the bottle cap to release the sweet fragrance.I shoved my fat accounting book into my bag and got up to leave. My classmates broke into a loud chatter and all rushed out of the class."Social distancing please!" My teacher yelled then saw me through the crowd. "Taylen Nova, can I talk to you for a second please?" No! I replied m
I touched the bowl and cursed, "Fridge magnets that's hot!" Damn, how could I forget? I grabbed the dishcloth and placed the bowl onto the table. "Weeeeeeeee!" The spice cheered as it fell onto the noodles. I smiled and mixed it all together with a fork. "Hey, Mrs Cheese. Since this spice is cheese flavoured are you by any chance related?" "Why yes, that is correct." She replied. Me = big brains."Snap this is delicious!" I beamed and twisted more noodles around my fork. "Why do you taste so good today?" I asked but the noodles didn't reply. I shrugged and continued eating. "Mr Taylen, please close that fridge." The nanny ordered as she walked through the kitchen. She was half her original size and had a massive bobblehead! I laughed and stretched over to slam the fridge door shut. I looked down but my noodles were already finished. Sadness. The food had gone quiet again, the nanny probably scared them off. Oh well, time to
I picked up my favourite beauty blender and squeezed my BB cream onto the sponge. This golden colour shade matched my skin tone perfectly. I needed to make my Arabic skin glow for the cameras. I had clear skin that still looked young and hydrated, even though I was already 26. I was getting old.“But still so sexy,” I smirked and finished up the last touches to my makeup. Being a male model meant that I had to highlight the features that a camera could not see. Everything needed to be perfect, which it already was. My chocolate brown hair was shoulder length and full of volume. It was healthy and allowed the light to dance on its surface. My facial features resembled the ideal mould of a man. Even my royale beard enhanced how attractive I was.Don’t even get me started on my body. Even Allah will bow down before me. I had toned every inch of my body to achieve the warrior physique and now no one could pass my title of the sexiest man alive. I was decl
"Isla thanks for coming today," I remarked as we watched all the children leave."To be honest at first I was like he wants me to be around children? Then I thought to myself, I get to see my favourite person." She replied and offered me a wink. Isla and I had been good friends for a few years now, I felt like she was the only person that I could spend time with and not feel irritated."It's a pleasure." I laughed."So I need to quickly change out of this," She stated and started walking away. I wonder if she would like to hang out now? I remember the first time we met at a fashion show in Hawaii. The designer had based all his pieces on the element of fire. It was a spectacular event! Isla and I were put together as partners for the couple's outfits, and we just got to know each other better from then on."Tay!" I heard her shout which snapped me away from my thoughts. "Are you coming?"
Mr Nova’s POVI woke up by my desk in a cold sweat. It was still dark outside so I checked my watch. 2am. The page she had written on had absorbed some of my drool. I wiped my mouth and placed the page safely at the back of my journal.That was the first time I had dreamt of Alveera Rose. Now she had even entered my subconscious mind. I remember it was such a calm experience but I felt like I had just awoken from a nightmare. My heart was racing and I felt anxious. To this day, scientists could not explain why we dream. The threat simulation theory suggests that dreaming could be seen as an ancient biological defence mechanism. This would simulate potential threatening events and enhance the neuro-cognitive mechanisms required. Basically, in simple words, it allows you to be prepared for that situation if it were to occur in real life. That was just one of the theories, but it seemed to make sense. I shook my head.
The next few months were full of long days and sleepless nights. The entire team worked on the project and none of them gave up. We got annoyed with each other when we disagreed or the calculations didn’t turn out. Alveera turned out to be the most valuable member of the team. She made sure we all stayed fed, hydrated and got at least 4 hours of sleep a day. She was basically our mother and kept us sane.We had exactly 123 failed test runs, and today felt no different. We had given up on waiting for natural storms and made an artificial method to manipulate the weather. That was a nightmare to perfect. There was a time we couldn't figure out how to make the storm stop and the facility was flooded. Luckily Gazala constructed a water catchment and storage backup plan. We sent the water off to arid areas in Africa. I guess you could say it was a win-win situation. I walked over to Alveera's apartment and knocked on her door. "Taylen my boy, come