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
Liam The cool breeze kissed her hair as she looked up at me, her beautiful dark eyes assessing me curiously. "I love you," She whispered, smiling bashfully. "Not more than I do," I smiled, kissing her hair. "Then why did you let me go, Liam?" She asked, her eyes suddenly red. I opened my eyes and now she stood right in front of me. Her dark eyes that were filled with love a minute ago were now accusing, cutting open the
Sofia"I can't believe you're leaving," Kris exclaimed, shoving my clothes into my suitcase.She has been saying this relentlessly since I told her I am leaving. And every time I listen to her say that I realize that even I can't believe myself. It felt...weird."It's for the best Kris," I whispered. "There's nothing left for me here,""Why not? I am here," She cried. "You started here with me and then that asshole came along! I was here first!""I am not leaving you," I urged. "I am just leaving the baggage. I can't even get a job now without being harassed! What am I supposed to do here?"
I dragged my luggage, feeling tired and grimy as I landed on Seatac. Dad was waiting there with a placard, wearing a Cheshire cat grin and for the first time, I felt myself voluntarily mirroring his grin. It felt so good to see him after so long. My father was handsome, no denying that. He looked like the more happy and merrier version of Tywin Lannister and definitely the kinder one. We always had a bond given my crestfallen relationship with my mother which I was glad was falling into place now. "I don't need a placard to recognize you," I muttered as I hugged him. "Who knows," He laughed. "God, you look so grown up. I miss my little Sofia," "I am still that little Sofia for you," I smiled, feeling happy for once.
I stared up at the sky as I sat on my desk going through various schools that offer distance learning in museology. I finally wanted to do something I always dreamt of. Outside, the sky was dark and cloudy and it was definitely going to rain.The window facing my desk looked out at the front lawns and my eyes darted to the gazebo where Liam was probably sitting. I could almost make out his silhouette in the dark. I glanced at the desk clock and realized it was almost dinner time.Has he eaten?"Honey?" Mom knocked on the door and peeked inside."Yep?" I tried to look unbothered."Dinner time," She said walking inside.At the mention of dinner, b
I sat up straight, wide awake now, and leaned closer to make out his words. I was in my full panic mode but then I realized I was panicking for no reason. He has just strained his neck. "My neck!" He groaned. "Ow!" "Here," I said, pushing a pillow to support his neck better. "Where...where am I?" He mumbled. "What time is it?" "You're here. At my home, in my room," I said. "And it's... half past four in the morning," "Urgh, my head!" He muttered. "Can I get some water?" "Yes, of course," I hurried to my bedside table and fetched a glass of water for him which he drank greedily. "More?" I asked
The birds chirping outside made us realize it was almost dawn but there were still a lot of questions to be answered and the biggest question of everything -"Where do we stand?"was still unanswered. "I am so sorry, Liam," I said, feeling guilty for misunderstanding him. "You know, letting you go was the hardest thing I had to do," Liam replied. "It was harder than letting go of Mom. At that time, I was too young... too young to feel the actual pain and so I kept living it every day until you came along. With you, I found a new life. A new purpose for living apart from my responsibilities. I wanted to protect you, cherish you, love you and the months that we spent together...they were the memories even Neil couldn't take away. But I failed and ther