“Please sit.” Sorin offered me a chair, opposite his. “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?” He asked, and I could sense that he was completely nervous.I was quite nervous too, but Sorin was trying so hard to please me, so he appeared somewhat shaky, and I didn't like it.He spoke further. “Should I order something for you? Or would you prefer to pick something on the menu?” He got up, and tried to pick the menu for me.“Please calm down. I'm beginning to feel like I'm a bully here.” I suddenly blurted out, and he immediately stopped what he was doing.“Why would you say that?” He asked, still surprised as he slowly took his seat.I shrugged. “I don't know. It just feels like you're walking on eggshells around me.” I stated.“Really?”“Yes, and it makes me somehow uncomfortable.” I answered honestly.“Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. I just don't want to make any mistakes tonight.” He answered, trying to calm down.I sighed. “It's fine. It's okay to make a few mistakes. We'
MONTHS LATERFor the next couple of months, Sorin kept sending me romantic notes and handwritten apology letters, alongside breakfast. He sent them on a daily basis without fail. And after every letter, he always included a place for me to meet him and would always wait there for me even when he knew the probability of me not showing up was highly likely.He also sent Kelvin to get me every night, while he would always wait for me at the restaurant, cafè or anywhere else he mentioned in the letter.Sometimes, scrolling through social media, I would see posts about him and secretly-taken pictures of him alone at the places he had wanted us to meet.In total, he wrote about fifty-two(52) apology letters and fifty-two(52) romantic notes, sending each pair with my breakfast every day, including weekends. How he was able to keep up with writing them every single day despite having to go to work daily, still baffles me whenever I think about it. One amazing thing was that the letters and
My phone alarm blared loudly, startling me, and I was jolted awake by the noise. It was 9am.“Uhhhh….” I groaned as I blindly tapped the alarm with my fingers, hoping to silence it, and I rolled over to the other side of the gigantic bed.Barely had I shut my eyes for a few minutes to catch some more sleep when the alarm set off again.“Nooooo…” I pulled the duvet over my head, kicking into the air.Realizing the alarm was determined to wake me up, I finally pulled the duvet off my head, picked up my yelling phone, and turned the alarm off. Exactly what I should have done in the first place; obvious solution, yet so delayed.I yawned and groggily got out of bed, still rubbing my eyes. Usually, I wouldn't wake up so late, but I guess the whole stress of the last couple of hours, coupled with some of the meds I took last night knocked me out for so long.I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth; the first thing I did every morning before heading downstairs for breakfast.As I brushe
I didn't know why, but I didn't ask because I thought she just didn't want to think too much about being bullied by him in the past.“Now that I think about it, I realize that I was such a fool to actually be dating someone like him. Maybe I was under some kind of spell back then.” I said, not proud of myself.Anne let out a derisive snort.“You mean under a ‘love and blindness’ spell?” She teased. “To think he almost tore us apart and you still stood by him, you were definitely under a love spell.” She added, and laughed.“You're so silly.” I hit her with the back of my palm.She continued, “I believe that's the only reason why you could have stayed with him despite his excesses, and insensitivity towards others. “I think I was just immature, and also had a little sprinkle of foolishness back then.” I laughed, and continued. “...but I'm just glad I didn't end up with him. Maybe we could have killed each other.”“The stakes are high on that one, ma'am.” Anne continued to tease me, bu
Wearing my bathrobe, I sat in front of the mirror after I had freshened up. Staring absentmindedly at myself in the mirror, I had more than a million thoughts rushing through my head.“Are you okay, Drea?” Anne asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Yes, I'm fine.” I responded, obviously lying, but Anne caught on to that fact.“Come on, Drea. Are we back to this again?” She asked, feeling a bit exhausted.I furrowed my brows. “I don't understand. What are you talking about? I asked.“You know what I'm talking about. You keep saying you're fine when we both know you're not.” She said, stating the fact.“You keep zoning out mid-conversation.” She pointed out, and I sighed.I got up, my shoulders drooping as I walked towards her, and sat beside her on the bed.“I'm sorry for everything, Drea. I know I must have done too much. I pushed you to your limits and that was why you left the house like that, and I almost lost you forever, but I'm terribly sorry.” She began to sincerely apologize
The sound of the gunshot exploded in my ears, a deafening blast that left me reeling. My vision blurred. Time seemed to slow as I struggled to process what was happening.For a few disorienting seconds, I was lost in a haze of confusion and fear. My ears kept ringing, and my head spun. I couldn't hear anything except the piercing whine of tinnitus."Are you okay?" Sorin's voice was a distant echo, muffled and unclear. I felt his arms wrapped tightly around me, his warm breath on my face, but his words were hazy and muffled, fading in and out like an inconsistent radio signal.I tried to nod, but my head bumped against his chest. Slowly, my senses began to return. My vision cleared, and I found myself still in Sorin's embrace. I was shaking, my heart racing like a jackrabbit but his hands held me firmly, yet gently."S...Sorin?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Yes. I'm here.” He answered, his voice calm even though I could sense the fear in it. “Are you alright?” He asked, gen