SylviaI came home after spending a few days at Violet’s. These past few days have been really peaceful and happy. I have really been resting these past few days. And now I need to get ready for my shift at the hospital.When I walked in, I found Maryanne and Emily in the sitting room, relaxing and watching a show. They were the least people I wanted to see right now.Emily turned to her with a fake smile already plastered on her face. “Welcome back. Hope you enjoyed your vacation?”“Good day,” I replied, stepping inside.“You finally decided to come home,” Emily continued. “For a moment, I thought you were going to live there. Or are you here to pack your bags?”“I just went to visit my friend, that’s all,” I said calmly.“Whatever,” Emily replied, turning back to the TV. “Mmmm.”“Ohh, did you do anything fun? I'm sure you took her to see Logan. Did he like her? Don't look at me like that. I only want to know if Logan liked his in-law. You know you might have told him all we do to h
Sylvia Violet's mouth hung open in shock as she slowly turned her head from me to Logan, then back to me again.“You’re telling me this is Logan?” she asked dramatically, pointing at him as if he were a character in a crime series.I sighed, a bit embarrassed. “Yes, Violet. That's Logan.”Her jaw dropped again. “The same Logan that made you cry for three months straight? The one that made you cancel your birthday plans and sit in the dark for hours?”I nodded, trying to avoid Logan’s gaze. My fingers fidgeted with my straw.“The one that made you not able to eat breakfast again?”“Yes,” I said with my head down.“You have got to be kidding me,” she said, eyes wide. “This man traumatized you and then just showed up looking like some Greek god with a cold face, and you… you… you’re hanging out with him?!”Logan cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at her calmly. “I understand your reaction. And I don’t blame you.”“Oh, you don’t?” Violet shot back, clearly not ready to let things sl
Sylvia The next day, I woke up early, in order to get some food items, essentials and snacks for violet, since I would be returning back home today.Seeing I arrived early and still had time, I went back to bed to rest. We woke up quite late. We were just lazing around, relaxing.I smiled as Violet leaned back on the couch, her legs crossed lazily, one hand holding her wrapped wrist, the other playing with her hair.“Well,” I said, placing a shopping bag gently on the table, “let’s finally get you settled in. You haven’t even explored half of this house yet.”Violet raised an eyebrow. “I still can’t believe this place is actually mine. Like, mine for real.”“It is,” I said with a proud smile. “And you better enjoy every single part of it.”She stood up slowly. “I would enjoy it more if my left hand wasn’t hanging like wet spaghetti.”I laughed. “That’s what I’m here for, your personal helper and house tour guide.”We started with the living room. It already looked warm and cozy, with
Sylvia I woke up earlier than I expected today, feeling full of energy and really happy. The tiredness I’d been feeling all week was suddenly gone. I thought I’d sleep in, but I guess I’m just too excited to see Violet again, and I also want to help her since she hurt her hand.I freshened up quickly and went downstairs. I picked up the breakfast that had been prepared for me, but as usual, I threw it in the bin. Then I stopped by the kitchen to speak with the head cook. I told her to stop making breakfast for me since I never eat it and always end up throwing it away. I didn’t want anyone to think I was wasting food on purpose.Once I was done, I got into my car and headed straight to Violet’s place, after picking up a few things for her.When I got to her house, I rang the bell twice before she finally opened the door.“What took you so long?” I asked, walking in.“I was brushing my teeth, so I didn’t hear at first.”“Whatever. How’s your hand? Did you sleep well? Do you like your
Violet The warm air hit me the moment I stepped onto the private walkway of the airport. I pulled my shades down and took a deep breath. The smell of home, slightly dusty, slightly sweet, slightly chaotic, filled my lungs. After three years abroad, I was finally back.Dragging three heavy bags behind me, my phone in my hand, my handbag hanging by a thread off my shoulder, I must have looked like a one-woman circus. But I didn’t care. I was excited. I was going to see Sylvia.I smiled just thinking about her. My best friend. My soul sister. Although we came from the same state, we only met when we got to school. It was one of the best decisions to be friends with her. She had begged me for months to return once I finished my program. And when she bought a house in GRA just for me? I knew it was time.As I moved through the hallway, I noticed someone walking in my direction. A tall guy, built like a wall, his head buried in his phone. I tried to dodge him, juggling my bags like a profe
LoganThe restaurant was alive with the soft clinking of cutlery and quiet jazz music playing in the background. Dim lighting gave it a warm, cozy feel, and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air.I had taken Victor to the restaurant we always come to with my sister back in the days and the one I also brought Sylvia to.“This scenery is still as cozy as ever,” Victor said with a smile.“Yeah, although it just has a five star rating, it is a very good restaurant.”“This restaurant should be a seven star rating, the scenery is very nice.”“Mmmm.”Victor and I had just been seated near the window when something, or rather, someone, caught his eye.He froze, his hand halfway to picking up the menu.“What’s wrong?” I asked, curiously.Victor squinted toward the far corner of the restaurant, then his face lit up. “Wait a second… is that…?”He stood up so quickly he nearly knocked his chair over.“Victor?” I called after him, confused.But he was already walking across the room. I t