LOGINRuby’s POVMalcolm’s hand rested lightly at the small of my back, or rather, the big of my back, because my waist was far from being small. As the valet opened the restaurant doors for us, he held my waist closer.Warm light spilled out from inside, golden and relaxing, paired with the low murmur of conversations and soft instrumental music. The place smelled expensive, but looked simple. He reserved a comfortable spot close to the window. The view was a beautiful one. The atmosphere smelt divine, of wine, polished wood, something floral I couldn’t place.“This is nice,” I said quietly.He smiled. “I thought you’d like it.”The city lights outside glittered faintly, blurred by the glass. It felt intimate and intentional.I sat across from him, smoothing my dress over my thighs as the waiter handed us menus.“Happy birthday again,” Malcolm said, lifting his glass once our drinks arrived.“Thank you,” I replied, clinking mine against his.We talked about nothing important, work, traffi
Issues?There was silence over the line for a few seconds, and for a moment, I thought the call had ended.“Ruby?” Sandra broke the silence. “You're not saying anything.”I took a deep breath. The issues I wanted to complain to her about were my father's state and the behaviour Malcolm had been putting up recently. Owing to the fact that Malcolm had apologized on my birthday with a car, I still wondered if reporting him was necessary. Perhaps he was just overwhelmed about his mother's death at the hospital.I sucked in a deep breath and pressed my back against the headboard.“I found my father.”A gasp from Sandra wafted across the phone speaker.“What? How? When?”“He is unconscious in the hospital.” I continued before she could ask another question.“He was at crimson jail at first. I went to see him and there was an accident. He doesn't know me yet.”“Oh my God. Ruby, why did you withhold all these from me for so long?”“So much happened that day.” I said quietly.“Malcolm came wit
He unwrapped it. It was a small dark stone carefully wrapped in cloth.There was no way he could have brought that. I recognized it instantly. A half-moon pigment stone. It was the rarest form of art, and almost impossible to find.I didn't take it from him because I was grateful or showing forgiveness. I took it because I was fascinated and excited to finally behold this artpiece. The powder from this stone could be mixed with paint to make the most reflective piece of art.My hands trembled slightly as I held it.Adrian cleared his throat.“You told me about it a lot of times. You said if you ever painted with it, you'd feel extremely happy.”I stretched it towards him, trying hard to hide the fact that I had been excited earlier.“I don't want it.”“Take it, please. Even if you don't accept it as a birthday gift or you don't forgive me, still take it.”I brought the stone closer to myself and settled it on my lap.“I'd take it, but I don't forgive you.”“I hope you'd create somethi
They actually left without me. I visited my father's ward again, before finding my way back home. I wanted to stop at Sandra's place, to let her know about everything. She barely knew about my search for my father because I hadn't mentioned it to her.I overheard Malcolm's conversation from my room, where he was already making plans for his mum's burial.I let out a sigh and crashed on my bed to take a nap before I attended my night jogs.Unfortunately for me, I slept through the evening till the next morning.**************The ringing of my phone was what woke me up. I needlessly consulted the wall clock and it revealed the time to be 9am. I sat upright. I had slept a little too long. The hospital visit really exhausted me.I squinted at the screen. It was Sandra calling. A smile tugged at my lips as I already guessed the reason for her call.“Happy birthday in advance!” Sandra sang through the phone. “Or should I say, happy almost birthday.”I exhaled a quiet laugh. “You're super e
The doctor and several nurses rushed in. He took his stethoscope off his chest and placed it on the woman's chest, while using the other hand to adjust something on her support device.“Mum! Mum! Please hold on mum.” June screamed and tapped her mother.I stood at the side as Malcolm paced restlessly. I think the doctor requested that we move outside because Malcolm and June began walking out.June was biting her long fingernails and tears flowed down her face as she sobbed. She looked worse than when I saw her in the toilet after her boyfriend slapped her.I felt like saying something, just anything to comfort her, but I restrained myself. I couldn't stand her lashing her hate at me when I was just trying to help.“This is bad luck.” June said with a raised voice.She pointed at me and sneered. “You. All this bad luck is because of you. Mother had never reacted this way all these while, until you decided to accompany us with your bad luck. You…”“JUNE!” Malcolm called out and held he
I felt like I wasn't in control of my body when I pressed my head on his shoulder. Before I could get off, his hand had already settled on my waist and he drew me closer to him.“It's going to be fine. I also have a relative who's in the hospital.”I nodded slowly and sniffed and a tear drop escaped from my eye. Before I could blink it away, more rolled down my face.Malcolm lifted his hand to my shoulder and tapped me lightly.“Don’t cry please. Everything would be sorted out.”“I…I…” I stuttered as I tried to say something, but the tears clouded my speech.I couldn't fathom if they were tears of sadness or from happiness. Maybe I was happy that I finally saw my father after all these years, and I was also sad because of the numerous thoughts running through my head.I gripped Malcolm's shirt unknowingly.He loosened my hand on his shirt.“Come on. Let's head outside.” He led me out of my father's ward. We were now standing outside and my face was still hanging low, buried in his shi







