Josephine_So much has happened in a year when I met Lucas and so much has changed after a year he left. I still remember that night, losing the grasp of his hand and watching him die right in front of my eyes. That memory still haunts me. I keep telling myself he should not have been the one to die, but, I can never change what fate has in store for us. If I could, then I would have wished we never met. It is sad, but maybe it would have hurt less. Maybe we wouldn’t have gone through a pain like this. Maybe our lives would have been better. Maybe no one would have had to die.Matilda just got married to her long boyfriend, Gabriel, and nothing can describe the happiness I have for the both of them. It was a double celebration because she is expecting, very soon. But one would think I have no happiness at all. It was the kind where i was rejoicing inside me but my face holds no emotions at all. I guess I already turned cold myself. Even my smile does not believe I am happy when I indee
"It's my fault," Josephine kept repeating in her mind as Sullivan drove. She blames herself for everything. If only she had listened to him. If only he never ate that food, all these wouldn't have happened to him. And it was her fault. She did that to him, and now, she is not so sure anymore. The evening is already setting in and Sullivan drove into a narrow way which had trees surrounding every path. The ride was rough but no one cares as they just have to keep going. At a point, they got lost, not knowing the right path, but Sullivan was able to get back on track but it’s just that, they were a little too late.The evening before, when Sullivan saw the necklace Josephine held, he suddenly had a memory recollection. He has seen it somewhere before, just exactly the way it is. It was part of Mathian Gray’s collection back when he was still alive. When young Sullivan had questioned him on why he kept those things and pointed to that particular necklace, Mathian had said that he wants
If life were predictable then it would cease to be life and be without flavor. That was a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt, Josephine thought as she lay in bed without clothes, under the sheets. It has been a while she has woken up after the long night she had with Lucas, yet, she has not moved or turned her body. It was because she knows that if she does, she won’t see him there and so, she has decided to remain in that position and reflect on her life.It has been a few years now since she made up her mind not to have sex before marriage and at first, she thought it was the reason Brian cheated on her, but no, Brian was never worthy of it in the first place. He never deserved her and that was it. But Lucas was different. What they did was not out of love, but something deeper than that. It was something that cannot be explained no matter how hard she tries to place it. And she did not regret it, nor did she feel like she was becoming like Maya. It was two different things. Maya only did i
Josephine stood there speechless and she stared at him. Of course there were lots of things she wanted to ask him about her mother. Why did he have to hide such a thing from her? Was he scared about what might happen if she finds out? Those were the questions she kept asking herself but for some reason, she did not know why she took pity on him. “Josephine,” he called and said, “I asked why you are not asking me about your mother. Nicholas told me about everything. I kept it from you and you finally found out, but why are you not asking me about it? Why are you not getting angry?” he grabbed her hand as he asked. “You should already know that your mother died because of me so say something and stop looking at me with those innocent eyes,” he yelled. Josephine had to close her eyes to prevent herself from flinching. She has never seen him so angry or speak in such manner. When he released his grip from her hand, she opened her eyes to stare into his eyes which already turned dark and
Josephine stared at the old picture in her hand and trailed her fingers on it. So the boy her mother mentioned about was actually Lucas. Was he the reason she never came back the day she was supposed to? Was that the reason he helped her and took her to his apartment? Did he know all along that she was the daughter? Then, was her mother the person before her?Those were the thought that came to her and she could not help but think about each one of them. She brought out the necklace and the letters that hung on it oscillated in the air.Sullivan saw the reflection of the silver necklace through the front mirror and as it dangled, he suddenly had a memory flash and he gasped almost immediately while stopping the car abruptly.Josephine almost hit her head on the front seat at the sudden halt and she moved her head to the side to check on Sullivan. “Are you alright?” she asked with worry on her face. “I am sorry, I should not have let you drive me back. You must have been tired.”“No, i
Mrs. Lewis stared at Josephine as they stood face to face with each other in the living room. Ever since she held that gathering, she has not seen nor spoken to her and it bothers her a lot. She did not mean to hurt her with the revelation, or maybe she should have told her first than reveal it while everyone was present.“I came to ask you something, mother,” Josephine blinked as she said it.Mrs. Lewis did not know what it was she wanted to ask, but she knows that something must have happened for her to come to her and want to ask about it. “And what is that?” she asked.“Before my mother died,” she said and could feel her eyes burning, “did she mention about a boy to you?” she asked. “She was going to bring him to me.”“No, she did not,” Mrs. Lewis answered honestly and concern etched on her face. “Did something happen?” she asked feeling unsure.A soft sigh escaped her lips and she took in a deep breath. “I got your package on my birthday,” she said and brought out the necklace fr