Never Again 🌷 “I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes.” ~•~ E V E L Y N• Every night my thoughts weighed heavily on my soul, but every morning I'd get up to fight another day, and every night I survived. With no sense of my surroundings, I really couldn't decipher where I was. All I could feel was my numb body being carried by strong arms, especially by the person, who loathed the very existence of mine. The muffled, grave voices did nothing to bring me out of my comatose state. Finally, aware of the claustrophobic atmosphere, I tried bringing myself out of the numbness. I could mentally witness each and every action. Starting from the point where he carried me somewhere, the next thing I registered was my back touching a very comfortable sofa. There were a few things that I could not decipher. Firstly, why did he even care? As far as I remember, Xavier absolutely hated me. It was expected of him to just leave me lying on the cold floor than carry me in
Never Again 🌷 “There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realised that they might one day be admired.” ~•~ •X A V I E R• It was all a facade. The innocence, the simplicity, the devotion, a pathetic attempt to hide her true self from coming out. All I wanted was to pull her mask off so desperately. I wanted to show everyone her true colors, hidden beneath her pretence. "Oh come on, you're drinking again?" Chris asked when he entered my office and found me slumped against the wall, right under the window of the office. "Fuck off." I rolled my eyes and attempted to pour another glass of vodka when he snatched it from my hands. "What happened?" He said, crossing his hands in front of his chest and asked with creased brows. "Nothing." I emitted wearily. "Are you aware that we're leaving for California tomorrow?" He asked and when I sent him a glare, well, he glared back. "Did you inform Evelyn?" "Yes, I remember your precious meeting and no, I don't.
Never Again 🌷 “A person that truly loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is.” ~•~ E V E L Y N• Today simply wasn't my day, starting from the point where Kat told me about a certain someone known, Chris Walker called me to inform me that we were leaving for a business meeting today and my boss, Xavier Knight did not have the brain to tell me that we were flying to California. At least after that day when he told me about Alexander, when he had seen me breaking down in front of him, he could have informed me. But, no. I guess his hate towards me was far greater than anything. After a long time, we reached California. From the airport, a limousine took everyone to the lavish five star hotel. Maybe Xavier was used to Chris' overspending but I was completely overwhelmed at the sight of the colossal building. The receptionist gave each of us our keys. I was so exhausted after the long flight that I went straight to my room, instead of going to the dining
Never Again 🌷 “Maybe is forgettable. Only yes and no are memorable. Be bold with your love and say yes to yes, and no to no.” -Jarod Kintz ~•~ •E V E L Y N• "You!" He hissed. "I was just going." I said and poured the coffee beans into the machine. He didn't say anything in return and went past me towards the fridge. Pulling out a carton of juice, pouring a glass for himself. "Do you need coffee?" I asked to which he just shook his head in return. "It's fine. I can make-" "Stop your pretence, Miss Williams." He suddenly snorted, putting the carton back in the fridge. "There's nobody else in here." Tears gathered at the back of my eyes, and I was sure that I ain't going to spill them in front of him. Would he ever be able to look past that mistake? Would he ever be able to forgive me? Before I could say anything in return, he stomped in his room and I just stood there, watching his retreating figure contort in a blurry mess because of the tears in my eyes. ~•~ I have no ide
Trying to ponder over what Xavier had been rambling on the entire time. I felt totally baffled and knots formed in my stomach as several pairs of curious eyes stared at me, some of them encouraging me while others had a stern look challenging me to even complete the first line.New clothing line, elite groups, commoners, profit.Perfect.I formed a mental note of the key points Xavier accentuated throughout his speech."So everybody, in the golden era, clothes were considered as something to cover ourselves," I initiated, clasping both of my hands together. "But now the time has changed and so do our requirements. Clothing is considered a fashion statement. Every day the trend keeps changing so does the daily clothes we come across.""The point is, most of the entrepreneurs here are eager to define themselves, to create their own image and be a trendsetter. Well, that's the dream
Never Again 🌷 “See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I was a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek!" -William Shakespeare; Romeo and Juliet ~•~ X A V I E R• "How do I look?" Standing in front of my laptop, I asked Alex, whose eyes assessed body as much as the screen allowed and at last, he gave his approval by giving me a thumbs up. Winking at him, I turned around to set my hair and then sprayed a little amount of my favourite rose-scented cologne. Wait, something wasn't right with him, no smile, no tantrums and no demands. That was weird as Alex always loved dressing me. "What happened buddy?" I asked and sat down on the bed, pulling the laptop over my lap. "I miss you, Daddy." He said, giving me his best sad look. "I'll be back in a day or two. Until then you can turn the house upside down." I said to which he finally smiled. "Promise?" Chuckling, I said, "Promise." Later adding, "And will you be good to grandma and grandpa until I get back
Never Again 🌷 “Confronting the memories, the people we left behind is not easy.” ~•~ •E V E L Y N• Letting out a long sigh, I made my way towards the house. It was a nice neighborhood, with houses thrice the size of my apartment in NY. The door was already opened and the guests were going in and out of the house. Bracing myself, I trudged forward into the house. The entrance led inside where almost fifty people had gathered in an adequate sized hall. Thank God, everyone was dressed in clothes just like me. There were no children in the party, all sophisticated grownups who were talking among themselves, sipping wine from the glasses in their hands. "Evelyn!" A familiar voice called me from behind and I turned around, and saw Carolina dressed in a red cocktail dress. Making my way towards her, "Happiest birthday Carolina." I said as she enveloped me in her famous bear hug. "How are you?" She asked, moving away a bit. "I'm good and thanks for inviting me." I said to which she
Never Again 🌷 “The girl said she was too cynical about love, but how could you not be? On the surface, relations between men and women were all soft kisses and white gowns and hand-holding. But underneath they were a scary, complicated, ugly mess, just waiting to rise to the surface.” -J. Courtney Sullivan; Commencement ~•~ •E V E L Y N• Too many emotions were swimming and banging against my skull. However, I felt excited to see Marcus again. I had missed him every day and I always thought of him as I had a lot to talk about and it would feel just like the old times- only it wouldn't be better now after what I've done. I knew in my heart that leaving wouldn't have been the right thing to do. In that second, I heard the sound of glass shatter from the distance which broke the chain of my thoughts. Carolina rushed towards there, and my heart dropped at the image before me. Blood was oozing out of Marc's hand as he had punched the mirror that had been hung on the wall. My body fel