I opened my eyes looking at my surroundings, I stretched my arms, curled my toes, and snuggled back into the comfort of my fluffy pillows.
But then I remembered about last night, I sit up and look at my little corner shrine of Brice Durant, then I recollect what had happened to me before.
Oh, fuck!
Tell me it's not a dream.
Tell me it's not a dream.Tell me it's not a dream.I hurried myself to the bathroom and see the little scrapes from his beard, the redness caused by his hot sexy kisses and I cracked the biggest morning smile I can manage.
It was too early for smileys and with that knowledge, I decided to pee an
Brice's POVWe were having our intimate dessert when two well-built men came straight to our table."I don't understand, I already told the manager that I don't want us to be disturbed. I'm so sorry about this, Ella.""Oh, no..." she said looking at the men while shaking her head at them.I was pretty impressed by them, I was wearing my darker-shade glasses and wear casual clothes, I surely didn't expect to be noticed."I don't usually get spotted like this, I'll just give them my signature and sends them away."Ella gave me her nervous laugh and was telling me to be quiet which then made
I hated myself for being such a coward when we met my brothers at lunchtime. I did not expect them to recognize Brice behind his subtle disguise, though I don't think they did. I know they've seen my shrine back at my apartment, they mocked me for it but didn't question it further.They somehow think that my current obsession with my honey bun bun was to direct my sadness and guilt from Gwen's death. Some part of it was true, aside from Brice actually is a very good author. But I was afraid of the possibility when they know that I was dating and getting intimate with my honey bun bun at the same time.Those two goons can be very protective, I can still recall what happened back at mom and dads when my cowboy buddies get too close. I have to separate them like they were in some school fight.
I packed up my stuff, wake Gemma up from her sleep and tell her that I'm going to my parents. I explained to her about what happened between Brice and me in brief."I need to disappear, I can't do this to him, Gemma...""Aww...Els, you are hurting yourself too, maybe you can work things out? maybe you should talk to him?""It's happened to his fiance, Gemma...I'm just a girl he fucks, maybe he likes me, but I'm falling for him, I can't do this, maybe I'm being selfish but this is hurting me so much more than I expected. I can't just tell him the truth.""What if he comes here?""Tell him I'm sorry, tell him not to call me, Gemma, he'll be gone in less than two
Brice's POVI was going mad since I woke up to an empty bed that morning. The night before, I had the best sleep thinking I was going to have the greatest two weeks in front of me. But instead, Ella was gone and she was suddenly unreachable.Was it something I said?Did my deceased fiance scare her?I truly thought that she was going to be it, I'm happy when I'm with her. And since she's gone, Clara tried to cheer me up. I tried to drown myself in my work but nothing was showing up.It has been almost a week, and I was functioning on autopilot. I wake up, drink coffee, have breakfast then stare at my PC screen as my fingers stay still, and I couldn't write anything. I tried to
Gemma has been calling me while I have been rejecting her calls, and mom has been scolding me for it."She's worried about you, she said he has been looking for you. Now, I don't know who's thehethat Gemma was talking about. But I don't have to guess that he's the man who broke your heart. Darling, talk to her?"I sighed and finally nodded."Okay, I'll call her tonight.""What? Why? She just arrived." Mom smiled wickedly.I have been ignoring Gemma's call, thinking that I'll explain everything once I get back. But I didn't expect that she decided that she need to hassle me by coming to my parents'.
Gemma decided to give me privacy with Brice by getting back hours after me. I was antsy when I arrived back at our apartment and quickly took a long shower then put on my makeup.More concealer under the eyes, crying every damn night has its downside. I was wearing my jeans and my most comfortable sweatshirt. I was feeling like shit, it was the best look I can pull off for him and I was done lying.It was exactly eight in the evening when the front door buzzed. My hands were sweaty and I could feel the warmness in my eyes, my tears were threatening to fall when I took a deep breath and told myself to get it over with."Come on Ella, the sooner the better," I said to myself as I walked to the door.Nothing can prepar
"Ella honey, it's been almost two months."Jacqueline was getting frustrated with me, while Gemma was being ignorant. She was letting me be, as long as I was not suicidal. She kept on saying to Jacqueline and Benji that people deal with their issues in their own way.That's how sweet Benji was hands-off and decided to keep on cooking, turns out that my stress was giving him more stress that he decided to keep on cooking and send out the excess food to the homeless shelter.My hands were moving on their own, continuing to slap strokes of grey on the large canvas.Two months into my depression, I was actually making money from my paintings and I have decided to move to the apartment next door to Gemma which recently became available.It's a smaller one-bedroom apartment with a great living room space for my studio. I love Gemma, I love living with her, but I didn't want to disrupt her vibe because I've been different since Brice and I don't think I can change back to the old me.I think
It was my first day out of the apartment, everyone was very proud of me. My first solo exhibition, I was there as a thank you to Trisha and Brenton. Everyone was there, Gemma, Benji, Jacqueline, mom, dad, and even my twin brothers.They were hoping that I would talk, but all were just happy that I was out of my apartment. There was a man who was supposed to do an article about me, but Brenton was by my side and told him that I was inspired by the Tibetan monk and said it's part of my journey as an artist to not say a word. I squeeze his hand as a thank you, his wife, Nicolette hugged me and told me she's very proud of me.The turnout was better than expected, strangers were admiring my paintings, Trisha and her people were busy explaining about the paintings. I was introduced and people seemed to like it more that I was not talking. They seemed to like that I'm a weird artist. Small dot stickers were put on the wall next to the sold paintings, champagne and hors d'oeuvres were circula