~Ren~Two pairs of the same green irises, the same shade looking back at me when I look in the mirror, stared back at me. “Ren,” my sister broke the long awkward silence as I stared blankly at them.Everything ceased to exist. The classical piece from the orchestra matching the theme of the event, the low chatter and laugh of the guests, the clutter of the glasses and silverware, gone… just like that. All I could focus on is the rapid beating of my heart.I can’t believe Cali didn’t tell me that they’ll be here. She knows how I detest seeing Mr. Reed. She knows that I would never go to any gathering where he is on the guest list.“I need a drink,” turning my back on them, Devin caught my arms before I could walk away. His

~Devin~Rubbing my face with both of my hands, I tried to get up from my bed with a heavy sigh. The soft sheets of the duvet slid off of my naked body. I walked languidly to the bathroom and stood under the cold shower. This has become a routine. My body moves mechanically, calculated and accurate.Drying off my body with the floppy towels Mrs. Kelvin provided for me, I wrapped one around my waist and stepped inside my walk-in closet. The half part contains Ren’s clothes while the other half contains mine. Every time I walk in here, all I can smell is her apricot and lavender-scented clothes.Today was a slow Sunday, Evan invited me over for a beer in his newly acquired bar. He kept bugging me to give him a welcome party. My best friend knows how to annoy me all the fucking time.

~Ren~Waking up to another continuous buzzing of my phone was not fun at all. Slightly, I was regretting launching ‘vulnerable’.Sighing, I smiled at the feel of small hands touching my face. They were soft, like fluffy cotton candies, and they smell like one too.“Mama…” an angelic voice whispered to my ears, prying my eyes open with the small soft fingers. “Mama... up! Up!”“Griff-griff,” stretching my arms to wrap around the small ball of energy at five in the morning, I pulled my son for a hug.The small man groaned. He didn’t like to be called a baby anymore. “Griffin.” he gruffly murmured, trying to sound mad.

~Ren~What the hell are we doing here? Suddenly, I was connecting the dots. His threat, this trip to Athens, the hotel, that dreadful dinner.Gripping Natalie’s forearm, I pulled her away from the entire crew and ambushed interviewed her. “The sponsor, it’s Devin, isn’t it?”Natalie rolled her eyes, “yeah…” She grimaced, “did you lose part of that meeting in that head of yours? Everything was well laid out on you Ren and you agreed to everything!” The annoyance she feels was as clear as the day and it was directed towards me.I should be the one mad at her, not the other way around. But then again, I was there in that meeting, which technically made this all my fault.

~Ren~I never knew a week away from my son would turn me into an emotional mess. This boy holds my heart in his hands. From those five days that we’re apart, his curly dark hair seemed to grow almost an inch longer. Or is it just me? He might have grown taller too.I’ve been ogling Griffin for about thirty minutes now, threading my fingers through his hair while he was still sleeping peacefully. It’s five in the morning on a Saturday and my mind was already wide awake with thoughts of the man who looks just like my son.What has gotten into me? Why did I agree to be civil and friends with him?Devin showed me the soft side of him again, the one I fell in love with.That rooftop garden he had in his hotel mad