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Marcus: On With Life

Author: Gemma D. Nash
last update publish date: 2026-10-21 04:18:21

I stayed.

Ten minutes turned thirty, then sixty, ninety, one hundred and eighty. A little bit extra. He never showed.

Anna looked at me with so much pity in her eyes I almost bawled my eyes right then. But I did the one thing I knew I could do without giving anything away. I squeezed her shoulders and headed for the door.

She didn’t ask a question. She knew. Anna always did.

The night air hit my face, but this time, I didn’t try shielding myself from the cold. It was not a really long walk t
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: On With Life

    I stayed.Ten minutes turned thirty, then sixty, ninety, one hundred and eighty. A little bit extra. He never showed. Anna looked at me with so much pity in her eyes I almost bawled my eyes right then. But I did the one thing I knew I could do without giving anything away. I squeezed her shoulders and headed for the door.She didn’t ask a question. She knew. Anna always did. The night air hit my face, but this time, I didn’t try shielding myself from the cold. It was not a really long walk to my dorm room. I hadn’t done it since I returned to Los Angeles. It was my first time out, and I regretted it with every fibre of my being.Nothing was different. I saw James and Anna every other day. They visited me in my dorm. I didn’t have to be out, but they wanted this. I did it for them, but now, the only thing following me back home is hurt.It was so painful. Too painful. And the annoying thing was that I couldn’t explain it. It felt like a sharp ache spreading through my chest. There w

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: On With Life

    I stayed.Ten minutes turned thirty, then sixty, ninety, one hundred and eighty. A little bit extra. He never showed. Anna looked at me with so much pity in her eyes I almost bawled my eyes right then. But I did the one thing I knew I could do without giving anything away. I squeezed her shoulders and headed for the door.She didn’t ask a question. She knew. Anna always did. The night air hit my face, but this time, I didn’t try shielding myself from the cold. It was not a really long walk to my dorm room. I hadn’t done it since I returned to Los Angeles. It was my first time out, and I regretted it with every fibre of my being.Nothing was different. I saw James and Anna every other day. They visited me in my dorm. I didn’t have to be out, but they wanted this. I did it for them, but now, the only thing following me back home is hurt.It was so painful. Too painful. And the annoying thing was that I couldn’t explain it. It felt like a sharp ache spreading through my chest. There we

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Taste of a Repeat

    “How did you find out about the meeting?” I asked my mom, watching her every expression. We were in a café across the road, choosing to get out of the office and not use the one on the first floor. She took off her dark shades and ran a hand through her hair. It was the first time we were having a drink together in years. “I guess it was time,” she muttered. “And what about what you told me last night, about the thing you did?”"It doesn't matter," my mother answered. "I thought about it, and I decided you were right. I shouldn't punish you for my errors. You don't deserve that."“I still want to know, Mom,” I said, my eyes softening. "And I don't want you to bother about it. Do what you have to do for the branch in Los Angeles, and I will do what I can to protect you here. That way, I'll be able to keep your father away from you."She sat up suddenly. "But I advise you not to try to kick him out of the board and the company."My eyes widened. “I … how…”A soft smile graced her fea

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Taste of a Repeat

    “How did you find out about the meeting?” I asked my mom, watching her every expression. We were in a café across the road, choosing to get out of the office and not use the one on the first floor. She took off her dark shades and ran a hand through her hair. It was the first time we were having a drink together in years. “I guess it was time,” she muttered. “And what about what you told me last night, about the thing you did?”"It doesn't matter," my mother answered. "I thought about it, and I decided you were right. I shouldn't punish you for my errors. You don't deserve that."“I still want to know, Mom,” I said, my eyes softening. "And I don't want you to bother about it. Do what you have to do for the branch in Los Angeles, and I will do what I can to protect you here. That way, I'll be able to keep your father away from you."She sat up suddenly. "But I advise you not to try to kick him out of the board and the company."My eyes widened. “I … how…”A soft smile graced her fea

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Taste of a Repeat

    “How did you find out about the meeting?” I asked my mom, watching her every expression. We were in a café across the road, choosing to get out of the office and not use the one on the first floor. She took off her dark shades and ran a hand through her hair. It was the first time we were having a drink together in years. “I guess it was time,” she muttered. “And what about what you told me last night, about the thing you did?”"It doesn't matter," my mother answered. "I thought about it, and I decided you were right. I shouldn't punish you for my errors. You don't deserve that."“I still want to know, Mom,” I said, my eyes softening. "And I don't want you to bother about it. Do what you have to do for the branch in Los Angeles, and I will do what I can to protect you here. That way, I'll be able to keep your father away from you."She sat up suddenly. "But I advise you not to try to kick him out of the board and the company."My eyes widened. “I … how…”A soft smile graced her fea

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Taste of a Repeat

    “How did you find out about the meeting?” I asked my mom, watching her every expression. We were in a café across the road, choosing to get out of the office and not use the one on the first floor. She took off her dark shades and ran a hand through her hair. It was the first time we were having a drink together in years. “I guess it was time,” she muttered. “And what about what you told me last night, about the thing you did?”"It doesn't matter," my mother answered. "I thought about it, and I decided you were right. I shouldn't punish you for my errors. You don't deserve that."“I still want to know, Mom,” I said, my eyes softening. "And I don't want you to bother about it. Do what you have to do for the branch in Los Angeles, and I will do what I can to protect you here. That way, I'll be able to keep your father away from you."She sat up suddenly. "But I advise you not to try to kick him out of the board and the company."My eyes widened. “I … how…”A soft smile graced her fea

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