Okay, when Maisie agreed for Zach to follow her to work, she didn't know what would happen. In her defense, she never knew he would be telling her little snippets about people making her to almost laugh out loud and make others look at her as if she was crazy.   And she didn't know that he would be possessive too. Anytime Anthony came close to her, Zach went stiff and she knew that it was a matter of time before Zach would attack Anthony either in a fit of rage or just to make Anthony leave her alone. He was kind of suffocating her by always being in her space and treating her like an invalid.     And she knew that she wouldn't even bat an eyelash if Zach chose to step in. Still, Zach has been looking in over her shoulders since they got to her working place and she still didn't feel as if Zach was suffocating her.   Maisie shut down that thought as she

   When Zach could control himself, he appeared with his back against the wall. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew that it was not natural, he also knew that he couldn't tell Maisie about it. She already had a lot going on and he didn't want to add this one too and he knew that Maisie will make it take precedence to her other obligations.  So, all he needed to do right now was to pretend everything was alright and the first step to that was apologizing for his words the next morning because he knew that Maisie won't leave her room this night.    ****   Maisie came out of her room the next morning and took in the arranged state of the sitting room. Zach followed her to her working place yesterday so that means that he must have tidied up when she was in her room.  Without her approval, her lips curved into

    Maisie couldn't believe she just blurted out her feelings like that, in that situation.  What had she been thinking? That was right, she wasn't thinking. She was feeling and she couldn't put a lid on her emotions, and it came out of her mouth at the most inappropriate time.  She breathed as she rested her back on the chair, who cares if it came out the most inappropriate time, Zach will soon disappear from her life forever anyway, it is not like she will live with someone always reminding her of her method of confession.     Maisie tried to remove her mind from everything related to Zach as she forced herself to face what was spread on her desk. The charts, which Zach helped her to construct. God! How could she take her mind off him when every dawn thing reminds her of him? Every place she turns to in the office reminds her of when Zach did something either funny or anno

**A few hours earlier, somewhere in the city**     Jeffery walked into the hospital after leaving work early he would have loved to screw this meeting and go home and relax, probably by sleeping with his fiancée who was Zachary's girlfriend (well ex but he doesn't know it) but he needed to be here and keep up appearances. He didn't understand why Zachary was still holding on. He should just do everybody a favor and just die. The boy has been holding on for the better part of a year. When he attacked Zachary, he never thought that it would take a year for him to get Zachary things, but it is looking that way. If he had known it would take this long maybe he would have used a knife instead of a wrench, stab it straight to Zach heart and the boy would have been long gone with Jeffrey set in to inherit everything.   Now he had to act like he was still looking for his brother’s attacker and so concerned for somebody

Maisie came home to feel her apartment eerily warm. She gasps as tears fall from her eyes, she didn't need someone to help her decode the conclusion that Zach was gone forever. He had finally gone wherever it was that dead people always go to when dead. Yet, that didn't stop her from running to every corner of her apartment screaming Zach name. He never appeared. He was gone.     Maisie collapsed in front of his favorite couch, she could still see the indention made from his body ...  Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she didn't mind them, she just continued to stare at the indention made on the couch.   ****   A while later, she dragged herself off the ground as she moved to her room and out of habit backed her door. There was nobody there to watch her so there was no need for her to lock the door, yet she still did it. She dragged herself into the sho