Calla's POV When we got to the hospital,it was 11:30pm-- almost midnight. James was anxious the whole ride there and honestly,I could feel the tug on my feet. I never liked hospitals. The memories of coming to this place reminded me of the times my mother struggled to breathe air into her lungs and the time,she decided she was done trying for good. As we got closer to the room Vinora was placed. James mum came outside with a bright smile on her face with dried tears at the corner of her eyes that evidently showed she had been crying. She nodded her head as she struggled to word out the feeling that consumed her. One thing I was sure of,was it was good news.James ran his hands through his hair and looked up as he mumbled silent prayers to the heavens."Oh my God!" He gasped out , completely overwhelmed with joy."It's a baby girl." His mum said. I was so happy I could feel my eyes cloud with tears and my heart beat a little louder. It was the first time in years I walked the hallw
James' POV I stood by the door watching her arrange her things. I saw her before she saw me. Just like the first day we met. I remembered it so clearly, I had gone to the lobby to collect a file when I saw her and Julie by the wall into the building. I remember,her blond hair falling in her face as she agitatingly push it behind her ears. Her eyes were weary then,still they had this spark in them from the way she looked around completely awestruck at the building interior architecture. It wasn't what she wore or the color of her hair at that time. It was the feeling that I felt just seeing her and feeling drawn to her,like I had met her before. Then she came into my office with her doe brown eyes completely weirded out by my coffee stain suit and I just knew that we were going to dance in each other's lives.Now she sat there parking up and getting ready to leave again.I knocked on the door even though it was wide open, just to get her attention. She lifted her head to look at me a
Calla's POV Ever since, I was back at the Renault wine-- the same place James and I met for the first time. I've been stuck on nostalgia. The very first place I saw his beautiful almond eyes. The same place my heart skipped a beat for him.I couldn't stop replaying what I overheard his mum say to him that day. Did she think of us the way she and his dad were. Was there ever a time love was so beautiful that you don't even see the signs when it starts to rotten until one day ,you're older and alone and realize you had wasted all your good years chasing nothing.I wonder how differently things would have been if my mum and Justin,my biological father were together, If she never met my dad,Clay Grayson. Would I have met James? Would the universe ever intertwine our paths? What if this was it-- our story had come to an end,we had solved the mystery of our history. I feared we were gonna stretch things till it snapped and one of us will be left broken.I feared I'd be the one that's left,
James' POV My father died from a severe medical complications while recovering. His autopsy report showed it was a major relapse in coma due to shock that led to the inevitable. I wondered what he thought about before finally given up the ghost. Did the best moments of his life flash before his eyes , like they say it would or did the faces of people he had killed mouth "fuck you!" to him. I'd never know,but I kept wondering if there was a slight chance he regretted not doing things differently.He didn't deserve to be mourned. His life wasn't any better than the lives of those he ruined, neither was it more significant. That's the thing about death,it owes loyalty to no one. No matter how rich or powerful you are. On the third after the funeral,my father's lawyer called a family meeting to read the proceeding of his Will. I didn't think he'd leave anything behind,not after the clash that broke my family apart when his atrocities were revealed.I didn't care for his money though,I w
Calla's POV Every story talks about the fall of a villain but no one ever talks about what is left of the pieces after. You get a hero and you get a villain. The hero wins while the villain loses. Sometimes,the hero loses too.I waited outside the bathroom as James washed up and casually came out of the bathroom. I haven't been able to read a single emotion out of him. Sometimes,the scariest emotions is no emotion. He looked numb,not in a sober way,not in a hurt way,but in a way that looks like had shut off from processing any information that requires big emotions. Like, something this big of a deal happened had no reverence.I called his therapist as the crippling fear of him loosing his mind randomly like in L.A would happen again. I didn't want him to pretend to be okay,most especially now but I couldn't force him to process things fast and react either. His therapist told me to help him pour whatever he was feeling out instead of suppressing it. Her clauses was to help him proce
James' POV Sleep was impossible in Boston. Not after everything that had happened in this town. I spent the night journaling my thoughts down instead of spiraling from it.I heard the engine of a car roar ,as the headlights reflected into the bedroom.I peeped though Calla's room window and I saw a black car parked up front. It was around 5am. Who could that be? I didn't want to wake her so I watched and waited, wondering if it was a neighbor rushing early to work. The car rolled away few minutes later and I went back to bed.Yet,I couldn't sleep. What if it was him? What if my father somehow found a away to get out and came here. I couldn't ignore the lingering thoughts of "what if's". I tried to look for other reasons. Maybe it was truly a random people rushing somewhere. Besides,the only person that knew I was back in Boston was laying fast asleep beside me. Her lush hair was tied in a loose bun that made her look ethereal,like old Roman castles. "Hey,you're up?" She mumbles half