Each day, there was a short period called ‘private time’ that both Martin and Celine could do anything they wanted without another person’s presence. The time ranged from just one hour to three to four hours. Celine used it to call her friends or surf the internet. And Martin continued his reading hobby, checking emails and buying groceries. Or he tried to get in touch with his best friend who was hiding somewhere far and away. After Celine went into the bedroom to call her friends, he got out the spare phone he had secretly bought. Martin got into a small empty storage room inside the villa to ensure there was no wiretap, any hidden camera, or microphone. One could never be too careful. There were many things he had to do. However, there was no intensive work he had to do until the time Celine had to leave. But he had important matters to deal with, and one of them was talking to Joe. A man who was hiding somewhere in this world and having in his possessio
Me? Me? Really? Did I fall in love with that girl? He thought about that word again. Thinking about it, he didn’t have time to contemplate his feeling and didn’t fully understand what he agreed with Joe about how he felt.After the call with Joe yesterday, he sat alone, lost in his thought, on the sofa again. He heard Celine's voice through the door. He smiled because she laughed.When had this bond so strong? All this concern and goodwill he had for her. When had all these feelings towards her gotten this strong? He thought it was almost impossible to get out of. For sure, he didn’t fall for her on the first day they met. On that first day, he even thought she was kind of annoying. And the second day didn’t get better either. That day he just wanted to help. Or was it the third day? Or the fourth day?He massaged his brows. Everything that happened was unexpected. He didn’t know if it was coincident, or her liveliness had become the only color in his miserable world.Once he knew it
Martin woke up. Today was another day he woke up before her. Yesterday, Celine asked him to sleep in the bedroom again and emphasized that in our remaining days together, he must sleep in the bedroom—an unladylike order as she once accused herself. But Martin didn’t think much of it. He understood the rationale behind her thoughts. They both wanted to spend as much time together before everything was over. Things were ending, and the concern dimmed the initial excitement during this holiday. When the thought of our last day was prominent, what else could be fun? It was a shame. There were still many days left… Martin looked at the woman in his arms and kissed her forehead with care. Celine was sleeping—he thought she looked younger and so adorable he couldn’t resist spending time watching. “Hey, do you want to see the sunrise together again this morning?” He decided to say that to wake her up in a soft voice. Because she insisted that we should
It’s raining today. The sky poured down like Trevi Fountain. The weather forecast reported that it would rain all day. And that was the reason we sat together on the sofa and watched a movie. A simple activity. But a simple activity with someone significant was rather enjoyable. Celine soaked up every minute with appreciation. But she still had concern in the back of her mind. She was not someone who could completely have her feelings under control. Although Martin cheered her up, she could not go back to being her lively, energetic self again. Three days left… Time is a strange concept and a stranger to experience. Hours flowed through as if they were mere minutes. The time Celine wanted to pause here. We hadn’t talked much, but Martin loved to ask her about her childhood dreams, her university life, her favorite books, and small things about her that she never spent time talking about with any of her ex-boyfriends. Or perhaps no one cared.
It was easily the most senseless request. Celine seemed confused. She probably thought he had hit his head somewhere and lost all sensibility. “Going out when it is raining this hard? Are you sure it’s safe? What if the storm got worse and we got hit with broken branches from a strong wind? You know, in London in the last Storm Eunice, the wind ripped out some roofs and tore down some tree branches. Storms are dangerous.” She was concerned for a good reason. She must think he had lost his mind, which was not far from the truth. He didn’t intend for us to walk that far, just a beach near the villa. “The rain is getting better. It’s started to drizzle. The wind is not that strong. I think it’s walkable. Can you please accompany me out?”Martin gave her a pleading look. He learned from the best; he learned that look from her, and he hoped it worked. Yes, he didn’t have to wait long. The look worked as expected. Although she seemed perplexed, Celine reluctantly let hi
The sound of birds chirping in the morning awakened Martin from his dream. He couldn’t remember much except that Celine was in it. Yes, the same woman lying next to him, holding him like a side pillow, and the same woman who told him she loved him. He couldn’t really separate his current reality from his dream—everything was so new and unexpected and wonderful. And the thought of letting go of all this struck him hard. Martin recently felt it—the weight of loneliness. Endless solitude and isolation. He had never thought of loneliness much. He thought he was independent enough and didn’t need anyone’s help. And he loved it that way—no one to meddle with his personal affairs, no family to take care of or judge his lifestyle choices, he could hang out with his friends whenever he wanted, and he could work at the work he was capable of doing. Martin enjoyed that life. Since his graduation, he has enjoyed living the life he chose. Time passed—from days to months
“So, where are we going today?” Martin asked again, one of the several times he asked this question. And the reply was always the same—she smiled and shook her head, refusing to tell him anything. ‘Whose birthday is this? Why the surprise?’ He thought. He didn’t like being clueless. She banned him from buying a birthday gift. And this morning, she even asked to help him cook instead of sitting idle and waiting. “The sun is getting strong. Come here, stand still. I have a cap for you.” We have walked a long way from the villa. Celine insisted she wanted to walk. We held hands and walked until we passed the tourist part of town and the housing zone and reached the other side of the beach, where there was a boat docking. Martin picked up a cap, the same one that was bought in a pair that they both had. Celine stood still, waiting for him to put it on her head. “Wow, this is unexpected. You actually brought the stuff I bought you. And you ar
Celine told him the truth when she said she could drive a yacht. The fact amazed him. He enjoyed seeing her having fun with everything and taking the lead. She prepared it all; the champagne bottles in the wine cooler, the food for today; the music playlists; everything. He felt like a special guest at a private party somewhere. Not that he hadn’t been on a yacht party before. But the ones he went was much tamer—the purpose of those parties were networking and pitching ideas to either clients or executive. He was always on edge from the stress and could barely taste any champagne. But this was different; this private yacht party was just him and Celine. And it has been an adventure. Celine was the kind of person that enjoyed life and chose to live life her way. He was learning that philosophy from her. In contrast to her liveliness, he felt like an older man trying to relearn living after being in hibernation. “Alright! We have arrived.” The woman at the st