Things were finally returning to normal two months after that stupid paparazzi drama. Everybody knows that I am dating her but there hasn't been any stupid news after that one. Yes, a few pictures here and there but nothing too absurd. Sofia seemed fine with that and as long as she was alright so was I.
"We don't have any groceries at home. I can't put off shopping anymore," She answered, putting two bottles of olive oil in the cart.
"Kristen could have done this," I muttered. Never in my wildest have I ever imagined myself in a grocery store dragging around a shopping cart.
"She could have but I
"Liam," I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and I looked up, quickly wiping away the tears. Kristen looked down at me, her expressions mirroring mine. She was trying very hard not to cry but it was anything but convincing. "Kristen," I murmured, standing up and to my utter surprise, she enveloped me in a tight hug. "She will be alright," She muttered, trying to convince herself more than me as she rubbed my back. "Yes, she will," I said wryly and reluctantly wrapped my arms around her. This was surprising. "Alright, here we go," Sean announced appearing out of nowhere with two styrofoam cups. "There's nothing coffee can't sort," The best thing
Sofia Everything was bright. Too bright. Nothing was clear. I struggled, trying hard to bring things into my perspective but it was doing nothing but hurting. "Sofia!" The voice was familiar. Crystal clear in the haze, trying to show me the right path. "Sofia?"And then I saw him. Dark eyes squinting at me, forehead wrinkled with concern. "Sofia," He was calling. "Can you hear me?" "W...water," I groaned. My throat was dry as hay. It felt as if someone has left me to die in a bloody desert. The feeling inside me was of utmost discomfort at the moment.
"Sofia, you're still not fit to move around like that," Kristen cried, moving around behind me. "If I don't, I will go crazy," I replied, furiously brushing my hair. It hurt a bit but I don't care. I was so pissed that nothing was making any sense to me. Ever since I came home a week ago, Liam hasn't called, texted, or visited even once. He wouldn't pick up my calls and he wouldn't reply to my texts. Sean has only one reply, 'He is busy...' Exactly how busy can a person be to not pick up his calls or just send a text? How long does it take to text someone? By Sunday, I had gone crazy with anxiety and the strange feeling of doom. When I woke today, I couldn't be
When I open my eyes it was bright. Too bright and I squinted hard to get my focus back. As the vision becomes clear I saw him. He looked at me wearing the smile that he kept reserved for me. The not too broad yet alluring smile. His deep eyes searched mine and I smiled back at him. "Bad dream?" He asked softly and I nodded my head. "I dreamt that you left me," I whispered. "I will never leave you," He smiled but as I stared at him he began to slowly drift away, slowly becoming translucent. "Liam!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "Liam!" "Take care, Sofia," He smiled again and now he was like a mist, floating away from me. I felt panic hitting me full force and I couldn't breathe. I reached out to hold his hands but a searing pain jolted through my body making me double over. "Stop!" I groaned. "Stop!" But he was too far away. I can't even see him
Liam "Goodbye Liam," She whispered. "Hope you find someone worth you," I stared at Sofia. Every muscle... every cell in my body wanted to run to her, hug her and tell her that no one...no one ever can take her place. She was Sofia, the person I fell in love with. The person who takes my breath away gives, me hope and makes me who I was. I wanted to say that I love you but I couldn't so I just pressed my lips together and stared at her. She looked beat. Her eyes were glassy but she wasn't crying. She was not the kind of woman who cries but I knew the blow that I just gave h
Sofia (3 months later)I stared at the full-length mirror in front of me in the enormous room with white walls and blue furniture and in return, a pale ghostly person stared back. She had deep dark circles under her eyes. Her hairs were disheveled, haphazardly combed to look just presentable enough. The dark eyes looked almost lifeless and the lips were set in a straight line.What was I doing here again?"Good morning, Sofia," A voice from behind me said but I didn't turn to look...or reply. Eventually, she revealed herself and sat down in front of me on the blue leather couch."I am Dr. Gabrielle Stevens, nice to meet you," The woman smiled.
"Hi!" Kris smiled as she opened the door. "How did it go?" "Good," I muttered and I wanted to smile at her but that has somehow become an alien gesture for me. "Oh good!" She looked hopeful and quickly gave Mom a fleeting look. "Would you like some coffee?" "Okay," I nodded and dragged myself upstairs, closing the door behind me. In my room, I began to slowly calm down. I had confined myself here for so long that it has become my safe haven. I walked to the dresser and stared at my reflection. The girl who stood in front of me and the girl in the Polaroid stuck at the corner are poles apart. She looks happy and radiant, this one I was staring at looked like someone has dug her out of the grave.
Albert Einstein once said," “If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.” And I was going to do exactly that. I have a goal and today was the first step to achieving that. I was going to sit through my interview, give my best, and hope that I get the job so that I can just pack away the bullshit few months of my life and start afresh. Because slowly I was starting to see clearly. Starting to see the effects of my emotional lockdown on others. There was no way Kristen, Sean, or even my mother deserved that. Yes! I can do that! "Hey! Good morning!" Kris exclaimed, opening my bedroom door with her legs. She stared at me from behind the tray she was carrying and almost nearly ended up dropping my break