"Zi...a..."
Gray and Zia shared a glance.
"Zia?" Gray asked cautiously.
Edward blinked once.
Gray eyed Zia on the sofa. Zia just shrugged her shoulders. Gray looked back at Edward intensely staring at her.
"You...saw her?" she asked.
He momentarily stared off, then he dragged his eyes back to her. And he blinked twice.
"But you're certain she was here?"
He blinked once.
Gray's brows furrowed. "H-how?"
He just stared at her, his gaze swiveling between her pair of eyes. Then he drew a long br
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"What's with you?" Zia Scott said as she folded her blanket neatly to store in the bottom drawer inside the closet. Then she turned to Gray lifelessly sitting on the couch with her phone seated on her just as lifeless palm on her side. And her eyes, more fierce from a seemingly lack of sleep. Her glare could pierce through a bulletproof vest. "Nothing is with me, okay?" she answered, feeling the exhaustion of her eyes with every blink. "I thought we both slept at the same time last night?" "I--" Gray took a quick glance at her. "It's the couch, it's uncomfortable." "I told you you should have slept on the floor, giant." Zia smirked. "Exactly..." Gray muttered underneath her breath as she felt herself subconsciou
Gray Stewart's apartment beeped open as she punched in the passcode on the device. Upon entering, the oddly built white wall welcomed her as usual. However, instead of turning left towards the living room and kitchen, she turned to the right. After a few steps, she turned right and met a black door that opened to her bedroom. As soon as she entered, the small sized clothes neatly folded on the floor beside her closet. She turned to her dresser on the other side of the closet. She put down her cosmetic case beside the dresser, pulled up the chair tucked in the furniture and sat herself up. She stared at her reflection on the mirror, particularly on the dark circles under her eyes. She loosened the necktie on her suit and pulled down the tie that was keeping her hair at a ponytail. "Tired," she groaned as she yawned and dropped her head on the dresser. With her
Gray Stewart woke up to the faint sound of heavy raindrops pouring outside. She seemed to have cried herself to sleep as she was tired to begin with. The room was now a bit dimmed due to the dark clouds accompanied by heavy rainfall. She felt the piece of paper on her hand, she appeared to have held onto it in her sleep. The paper was now a little crumpled on the part where her hand clutched. She let go of the sketch, leaving it lying on the dusty floor. She got up and dusted herself then she reached for the door without deliberating whether to let herself be devoured by memories again. She left the room immediately, closed the door behind her, picked up the cabinet she left on the hallway and headed downstairs. She wiped the cabinet clean before putting it in her bedroom beside her closet and arranged Zia's tiny clothes inside. Then she changed into a baggy white T-shirt and black sweatpants with her ind
Eleven days had gone since Edward Bartlett's admission to the hospital. He was now able to move places with the help of a wheelchair. The cervical collar and IV injection had been removed from him as well as the pulse oximeter and ECG machine. And with his regular sessions to physiotherapy, his recovery was swiftly progressing. "Good morning, uncle Edward!" little Sophia's beaming smile greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes. "Good morning, Sophia." He smiled back. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, I did. What about you?" "I slept well too!" she hopped on her seat as she answered. "You came so early," he said. Apparently, Gray and little Sophia didn't spend the night at the hos
"You really think this is a good idea?" asked Gray who was sitting on the couch of her apartment's living room. "Of course it is. It's a great idea," Zia said proudly who was seated next to her. "Okay. It's your decision. I won't stop you." Zia then handed her the cellphone. "Here." "What do you mean 'here'?" Gray's eyebrows flicked up. "You call him." "You're the fiance, youcall him." "But my voice right now is all high and squeaky." "Not my problem." Gray leaned on the couch and brought both legs atop the coffee table in front. "And besides, he knows my voi
"Hi. Long time no see," said the seemingly attractive woman as she approached Edward bartlett. She was black but her skin was rich caramel; a result from having both white and black parents, and petite--about 5 feet tall. With long kept curly hair that dropped to her waist. Brown eyes, attractive nose and glimmering red lips. And a very sweet, refreshing smile. "Felicity Burgin? Is that really you?" said Edward as he turned his wheels around to face her. "Yeah." Felicity smiled. "I'm glad you still remember me because it's been so long since we last met each other." "How long has it been? Ten or eleven years?" "Nine years," she noted. "Senior year of high school. We last met at graduation."
"First girlfriend!" exclaimed Zia Scott. Gray Stewart's brows flicked up. "Really? I thought you were his first girlfriend." "No." Zia shook her body aggressively with an uneasy expression. "Remember high school? Senior year? He suddenly came up to us on the first day and introduced Felicity as his girlfriend?" "Nah." Gray put her feet up the coffee table in front. "Doesn't ring a bell." He looked over her shoulder and watched the cartoon playing on the flat screen. Zia stared at her apathetic expression. "I think you were dating that blonde girl, Annie, that time." She noticed Gray's face slightly twitching. "Yeah, that pretentious bitch. I can't believe she cheated on me."
With Gray gone, Zia Scott raided through the kitchen and started cooking dinner with the very few ingredients she could scavenge on the deserted fridge. With the help of a stool, she struggled to level with the countertop to prepare the necessary ingredients. As she knelt on the stool, she reached for a knife and cutting board and started cutting vegetables. And while she did so, her divided attention convinced her mind to whirr back to memories that were bugging her head all day. This was back when she was still a high school student. Summer break had just ended and they had just started their life as a senior student on their way to graduation. Back then, Zia had an even-lined bangs that Gray would tease her about for half a year, and she was a member of the student council. Around this time, Gray's hair was still not dyed white, her skin was tan and her ears still weren't pierced, and a midfielder in s