Celia’s POV     The Annenberg Community Beach House features spectacular views, a children's play area / splash pad and a historic pool and Marion Davies Guest House offering docent tours as well as classes and rentals. It is a public facility, open to all with no membership required. This unique place is one of the reasons why Santa Monica is considered one of LA's nicest beaches! Back on the Beach Café is also on site and offers beachfront breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  This is the first and only thing I came to know about in LA. Ryan and I are walking in the sand. The wind is roaring today. I wish I had tied my hair. It is falling into my mouth whenever I opened my it to respond.      “Thanks for agreeing.” He said turning to me. I envy how his hair stayed still on his face and he pretty much didn’t seem bother at all. It has always been like that.     “Oh. No mention. It’s high time for me to have a n

Celia’s POV     It has been one month since Lillian got married to Zed. It has been two months since I am seeing a therapist and made a new friend- Ryan, the Harry Potter, the wizard in my life. It has been three months since I lost my pregnancy- my twins died. It has been four months since Alexander left me, since my life became upside down, since all my dreams along with my heart has shattered. Shattered is a little word.       I think I am getting better, or at least that’s what everyone is thinking, because, I was one of the active participants in Lillian’s marriage. Alexander has become a Voldemort in our family. No one raises his name. If the topic comes, they would say, that brute. But this is no joke. I could not sleep if I don’t have the pills. Even when I did, there are always been nightmares.       I might be having busy days since I am now working as, I don’t know what I sho

It didn’t happen as easily and hastily as I think it was. He was there, right in front of my popped out eyes staring at me. His body, immediately jerked forward when he saw me almost tripping up. I crash into people, vehicles, even walls in the process of escaping from him. He came down running, sprinted after me. I heard him calling which I barely recognise as my name. Finally, I succeed in sprinting faster than him and hailed a taxi to the home. My inside and outside are burning. It is definitely not the temperature but my own heart that has lied deep beneath the layers of my chest which is a living proof for my pain. I could constantly feel it there. It is like the world around me is blind sided. I could see nothing but his eyes which stared as if he did nothing. I feel them piercing right through my skin like always. I could still see them like someone captured that moment and kept his portrait in front of him. “Miss?” It is the call of taxi driver finally opened my e

Celia’s POV     “You lied to me. This is Alexander’s apartment. You never told that.” I said silently. Ryan was really surprised when he saw me near his doorsteps. In a day, I became homeless again. I wonder if I ever had a home before and if I will ever have a home in the future.    “I don’t know who own that. I just knew that it wasn’t Zed’s cousin’s, ‘cause Zed never..” He went mute. He sat beside me without giving another thought. If anyone passed beside us, I don’t know how they would feel. But this situation reminds me the day when mom threw us out because I did something rebel and Cayden supported me. We sat at the doorsteps planning to conduct a mini strike. If only, times are good, I would have happily laughed thinking about that.     Now, the whole situation is so excruciating that I wanted to turn myself invisible and escape from this world. He sighed trying to take my hand in his which I immediately jerked a

Celia’s Point Of View He almost died and he came back. He almost died for the third time. How much pain he would’ve suffered? How painful it would have been? I wonder if Amy took care of him well. If she did, why would he find me? He still needs to be treated. He never has anyone to take care of him in the beginning. Shit. I hurt him more by telling about the twins. I shouldn’t have said that. Does he grieve for the loss like I did? What should I do now? What would be the correct thing? The whole night, only I know, how many times I stopped myself from running back to him. I definitely don’t want to be his wife again. I can still aid him by being his nurse. I can see that he took his medication well. Am I wrong in thinking like that? He looked fine though. Most of them are healed. Yet, I couldn’t keep myself at ease. All my thoughts were interrupted when Ryan entered with two coffee mugs in his hands. “The night before, when you came to stay here for the first time, he was