It's been two days since her world had stopped. Apparently, since the truth had been revealed. She still couldn't believe her mind whenever it set on reminiscing. Sometimes when she slept and woke up, she would pray it was all just a dream but reality will knock her out when she would call on Gianna and receive no reply. The day after the incident, Louisa packed Gianna's little luggage and drove her to her father's where she thought the little girl will be better off until she had her shit together. Occasionally, her head would hurt just thinking too much, and will get an aspirin each time it occurred so much that she had lost count of the number of aspirin ingested. Overdose? She cared less.  "Louisa." She heard someone call. The barely recognizable voice echoed in her head. A brutal knock followed. That too echoed, making her head thump unsystematically. Despite all that, Louisa seemed to know the one and only person who could do that since it's been t

Mason took a U-turn to the pharmacy after dropping Zaphrina off. He had a good time talking about everything and anything with her, like the good old days. When he arrived at the pharmacy, the door opened before he could reach for the knob. He came in contact with a face that he had seen before; same salt and pepper bob but contrary to the last time she was in a pair of faded jean baggy jumpsuit, this time she had on a short leather skirt beneath a crop top. She smiled at him with charm and warmth then frowned. "Oh my! What happened to your face?" Mason rubbed his neck not just out of nervousness but also trying to recall the lady's name. "Got into a little fight," he vaguely retorted. "Oh, you didn't seem to be that kind of person some days back." "Don't judge a book by its cover, you know that? For all you know you might be talking to a criminal." He chuckled but the lady didn't seem to find the joke. A sad mask appeared on her b

Mason was back in the Mansion the next day due to swift and effective procedures. Dylan facilitated his workload with the confirmation of the first plan he sent to him which made his night serene and almost peaceful. Almost. He had been trying to reach Louisa the previous day and that morning on his drive to the estate to no avail. What was he thinking? Upon arrival, his team members were already present. All he had to do was show them the plan and get to work. The task at hand wasn't much but that didn't mean a day was enough to do everything. In the course of demolishing, Mason felt a little dizzy and decided to sit on one of the dusty sheet-covered sofas in the living room where he watched the cloudless blue sky through the glass roof. One good thing was it restrained the burning sun rays. Amid all the hammering, tumbling of bricks, panel sawing, Mason still managed to find sleep. Just mild enough to hear approaching footsteps. It wasn't those of the heavy boots he and his cow

"I'm sorry to disturb, again," he heard Lydia say when he was busy plastering a brick wall, "I'll need your trowel for a minute or two if you don't mind." "You're not disturbing at all," he grinned back at the lady, "I was rounding up with the plastering. Let me get to my toolbox," reaching it, he helter skeltered the handable tools which were in the big steel box, "I kept that thing in here." He muttered to himself. "Is this what you're looking for?" She pointed to the equipment which was half-buried in an empty bag of cement. Mason gently shook his head. "That's what it does when there's a pretty lady around." Lydia flushed. Mason tried to brush his indirect compliment with, "need a helping hand?" "No worries." "I honestly want to learn one or two things about flowers from you before my contract here is over. It will be a shame if you deny me that honor." "Okay, Mr. Drama king. I just don't want my brother to think I recycled his arc

Inspired by One republic- ships + tides.   Louisa woke up minutes later feeling an extra weight and a presence on the right side of her bed. How did she get there? The last thing she remembered was she was in a heated fight with Mason then she felt dizzy all of a sudden. She turned to Mason who was tracing out her facial features. "How're you feeling?" He asked with sufficient concern. "I'm fine. You can leave now if you were waiting on me to be awake." He sat there. Silent. Collected. "Didn't you hear me?" She emphasized. "I heard you right," she enlargened her eyes urging him to move, "I guess I can't change the resentment you have towards me, so I'll finally grant your heart desire. I'll disappear. I'll avoid you. But just promise me two things." He waited for her to say something to give him a go-ahead but she said nothing. "To not get intimate with any man unless he's worth it and to let me at least ke