This was another day that Martin just sat there outside her office. He didn’t talk to anyone. He simply read his book. Celine didn’t know if or how long she could endure this situation. The situation had no ending in sight. She didn’t understand Martin. He only had to explain what happened. The explanation was more than self-blame. But that man…she didn’t know how he truly felt. Celine was quite concerned. She observed that he wasn’t well. He looked quite frail this morning. Probably from not enough rest or jetlag. Why didn’t he take care of himself? She got mad just thinking about it. “Kathy…for two hours I have to be away for my meeting outside of the office, well, can you please tell Martin for me that…hmm, I will come back to have lunch with him in the afternoon.” Kathy probably got confused about why she didn’t speak directly to Martin. She just didn’t want to appear too soft. Yesterday, there were already a lot of emotional d
Celine’s meeting ran late. And once she got in the car, there was this traffic that angered her even more. There was a car crash in front; it was something that made her run her fingers through her hair. Re-routing made her waste even more time. She expected to be back at the office around two in the afternoon, and once she was back, a certain someone that always read his book at the reception area was missing. She was immediately alarmed. Where is he? Where has Martin gone to? Has he given up already? Or what happened to him? She could sense he was not well since the morning. Or what was wrong with him? Her thoughts sprung out a million different ideas of the worst things that might happen to him. Her palms started to sweat as she looked to her left and right. Not seeing him was unexpected. He was always here. He was here when she left, and every day before today, he was always here. Before she went mad with worries, Celine quickly walked to see Kath
The hopeless four years Celine had waited and waited for someone she dearly loved had changed her. And once he was right here, sleeping here in her arms, his face revealed dark, mysterious misery from his memories—his untold past she didn’t understand. Suddenly, Celine understood that despite what he did, she was now being selfish and mean. The only thing she did was wait. She waited while he went back to fight an unnamed demon in the hell she didn’t understand. All she did was wait…and he had to face a million hurtful experiences he refused to retell. Although he didn’t choose to come back as he promised and not as soon as possible, he did say he loved her. He hugged her that day we reunited, and he confessed his love to her, didn’t he? Although he didn’t come back, he was here now, didn’t he? He sat and waited on her day after day, waiting for her to turn in his direction and care for him for just a little, smile at him a little—that was
So, are we really back together? Celine was difficult to understand, and Martin didn’t want to conclude what she said was just a joke. He assumed she was serious. That was possible. He thought of this confusion the whole evening. In terms of risk management, he was used to assuming the worst case. Thinking the worse allowed him to mentally prepare for mistakes and let downs. He couldn’t be all optimistic and handle the disappointment. He thought it was reasonable to assume the worst case like this. He didn’t want surprises. Hence, Martin concluded that we were not back together. But one thing that he didn’t understand was that kiss. What was that about? Only thinking of that one moment, he felt the heat on his face… Martin thought of that evening with Celine… “Celine, are you still mad at me? Are we back together?” While she was still in his arms, he asked nervously. “And what do you think?” She asked him while ca
Click! In the middle of the night, a small sound of a door being unlocked echoed throughout the office. At the end of this sound, everything was in absolute silence. A tall figure in black entered the room and looked around. The person was on a mission to find the missing material. It was important that everything in this room was thoroughly searched—every drawer, every shelf, even the small spaces between furniture. The sources informed what was needed was hidden in an object. Luckily, the night was long enough for a detailed search of every item.****** “Martin! Stop making that face! What right do you have to make me feel this way? That was so embarrassing! Oh no, my parents will tease me for the whole next week! Martin! You are mad. Mad. Mad. You are mad!” Celine looked into Martin’s teasing eyes and smirked, and continued her barraging him. “So you want me to stop smiling? That’s not going to happen. I’m just way too happy.” He smiled at her no
The Martin from that island in Italy that Celine remembered was a confident man. Martin from four years ago was cold, and his face rarely showed any expression, but she could tell that he was a proud man and knew that he was better than anyone he was talking to. He was also kind and polite at times. Those were the characters of the Martin in her memory. But this Martin, the man who asked her permission in everything, no matter if it was just holding hands or just having dinner together—he asked in a tone that already assumed she would say no—that was when she sensed something was not right. “Celine, can I order red wine?” A small smile emerged on his handsome face. It was not the bright smile she once witnessed. “You don’t have to ask me all the time about something small like this, Martin.” “Right…” and he then ordered red wine from the drink menu. Today he asked her out for dinner at a fancy restaurant near his place. Martin said he didn’
That is heavy… Celine woke up with the feeling of something heavy on her chest. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised at the sight of Martin snuggling her close as if she was his favorite pillow.Martin...When she turned to look at the sleeping man sleeping next to her, his head rested firmly on her shoulder, and one of his arms rested on her stomach. She found herself unable to move with him pretty much hugging her. It was as if he didn’t want her to go anywhere. But when she saw his peaceful sleeping face, she could smile at that. It was she who hugged him back.It was a funny feeling to see Martin like this, vulnerable and dependent on her. She felt relieved knowing that he could sleep well—at least she didn’t have a nightmare. At least he had a chance to rest fully.His stress-free sleeping face reminded Celine of that day… that day when we were together. Just the two of us. Suddenly, Celine felt as if the time had turned back to that period in time when a
Memories are difficult to control. Images and events in the past often pop up in Martin’s head as a movie that plays over and over again without any permission. But those memories stubbornly kept coming to him with only the slightest tricker or recurrent in a dream. For Martin... the only thing that could stop those bad memories was just a normal woman. The woman he had the courage to say he loved and hoped to give everything he had, even though she didn't request anything from him. Every time we held hands, every time our eyes met, every time he heard or felt the warmth of her body, his heart started to melt little by little... Martin used to think it was practically impossible for him to reintegrate himself into normal society. He couldn’t possibly bring back the old him, that stellar young man that everyone wanted to talk to. Being alone steals all of his life experience away, but it reduces the risks of being exposed to all the negative triggers