I clear my throat. Lisa is constantly looking at him. Lisa wants a party. So he offered dinner at our favourite restaurant.
"He's da** da** s***!" Lisa mutters in my ear, leaning closer.
I glance at him through the corners of my eyes, His angelic face is glowing under the light, his muscular body is draped in a white shirt. He's more than handsome.
"Can you eat? So we could go home." I ask her.
She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. Her eyes halted at him, "Where are you staying, Luce?"
I coughed as I heard her seductive voice. My big eyes turn to them. I kick her foot.
Smirking at me, she shrugs her shoulders again.
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The moonlight reflects the road as I stare out of the small window. I need to talk to my father. I'm not going to wait for the morning. I couldn't help but steal glances at my husband. He's sleeping and calm. He looks handsome while sleeping too. I had booked a cab from his number. Mentioning his wife. I'm waiting for the message. Yes! I'm taking his cell phone with me and leaving mine. In case, he needs to make a call. A smile tugs at my lips, he's going to hate me. I'm going to see his stern look. I let out a long breath and rolled my shoulders. His phone vibrated in my hand. I swipe and look at the awaited message. I grabbed his warm coat as I didn't bring anything with me. I head to the door. I glance back at him. These feelings! I thin my lips and open the door.
My feelings for Luce have grown. I'm used to him being around me, something reminding me constantly of him. I don't get mad at him. My rage is mostly for myself. I wanna erase the fondness in my heart that he's creating without my permission. I am scared to love again. I'm scared to lose again. "We are home," Uncle announces, smiling at me. I look out of the window. I smile, hoping to feel myself like before. When I can open and close my eyes without fear. Where I'm not frightened of taking another step. I smile finding my dad with his files, laptop. He's looking a little perplexed, "Dad," I say, softly. Dad looks up at me. His tense face erupts into a full smile, "My princess," He pushes the files away, getting on his feet. He opens his arm. My eyes glisten with tears. It feels like
My messy brown hair covers my face. I woke up as usual with the feel of his touch on my cheek. But he's nowhere to see, hear and feel. I close my eyes again to feel his touch. I begin to pray inward to feel his familiar touch again. But nothing came. It happens only when I get late to wake up. It seems to me his hand caresses my cheek. When I open my eyes, it's only me. It makes me feel uncertain. My throat feels choked. He hated to see tears in my eyes. I tried my best to hold my tears back at his funeral. But I couldn't help when it was coming itself. Pain is still buried inside me. Every night, I promise myself not to keep him in my thoughts. But I break my promise every day. My life has stopped moving. I advance my hand and grip the photo frame. His smiling face comes into view. His
He seems different. He wants to meet me for breakfast, not late-night dinner or at a club. It doesn't matter. It's not a date. He'll walk away like others. I glance around. The clock is showing, it's going to be nine in the morning. I don't know his name. When I attended lunch with my dad and uncle this weekend. Dad insisted that I should meet him. I couldn't deny him. I blink my eyes, still looking at the clock, hanging far on the top of the wall. So everyone could see it. "I didn't make you wait," A smooth, deep, and sexy voice reaches my ears. I look up to see. My heart starts to race as my gaze meets his dark blue eyes. I never thought to compare Louis' blue eyes with anyone. Looking into his eyes makes me feel. I'm looking in L
Two shiny shoes come into the view, parting the dark smoke away as it is making the path for him itself. My heart is beating in my ears. His dark suit was shining under the red glow. My whole body starts to shake in fear. I lift my gaze to him. He's tall, fit, and has broad shoulders. His hair cut is stylish and long from the top of his head. The locks of his hair are reaching the lobe of his ears and blocking the view of his forehead and eyes. "Can you help me?" I look at Luce. He's lying unconscious on the ground, his face is down. I'm scared. I don't wanna see another death, "I need your help to carry him out." I choke. I look around to find a way. It feels as if the dark smoke has engulfed us. The air I'm inhaling feels pure to me. All these things are frightening me. I want to crawl away but I can't leave him here in this eerie place. I look back at the gentleman, wondering. No
I flutter my eyes open. I hear the sound of a blast hovering in my mind and everything turned dark after that. tears fall down my cheeks for unknown reasons. The hushed whispers stop around me and my loud heartbeat begins to beat in my ears. "Sarah!" I feel a grip over my shoulder. My gaze meets with my dad. He looks worried, "Call the doctor, Leo." He says to his assistant. Leo is close to my father's age. He's leaner and more agile than my father. They are friends from their school time. Like Louis and I. I feel nervous. I try to push myself out of the bed. But my father's hand over my shoulder stops me, "You need rest." He offers a smile. Which I couldn't return. "She looks perplexed," My head jerks in the sound direction
I flick my eyes from my plate to my dad. I have half eaten my food. I don't have the courage to start the topic again. But I just can't sit here and let this happen. He knows. I'm not strong enough to fall in love again. I won't find love. It's becoming fussy. Batting my lashes, I look at my father. He's eating his meal, only the sound of cutlery echoes in the dining room. "Dad!" I start. I want his full attention. A little part of me is positive, just a little. He holds out his index finger. His gaze is down at the plate as he cuts through the streak, "Finish your food, princess. You should eat properly. Every bride wants to look beautiful on her wedding day, " His gaze is still resting on his food. That's f
I open my eyes and my mother's smiling face comes into view. I cover my mouth with my hand as I yawn. I straighten my back jerkily. Wasn't I sitting on the edge of the bed? Dad never comes into this room, not at least in front of me. A smile appears on my face. It fades as soon as I recall our last night negotiation. I climb down the bed and run to my room barefoot. I push the door and walk over to the nightstand and grip the photo frame with both hands. I look at his smiling face, his dark blue eyes. I feel a swift of air around me. I smile, forgetting all my problems. This is the time of the day I enjoy the air around me. It will look insanity to the watcher but I don't care. He has gone far away in the sky but I can feel h