*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV* --- "Hi, where are you, girls, going?" I asked my girl's best friends when they came out with the dog on a leash, and Valerie went to lock the door behind her. "Uh... We're so sorry, Mr. Einar. Mia is not coming back here. Ever. She left to go somewhere." Tesla answered apologetically, and it made me quite confused for a moment. Didn't they tell me that she is heading here earlier from the bus stop? "What? Where? Where would she go?" I asked them with my puzzled reaction, and Tesla averted her attention to the huge dog in her hold. And Valerie answered, "Far. Somewhere far, sir. And, we are sorry to tell you that we cannot tell you where exactly, because... We don't know either. She didn't mention it. She kn

*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV* --- I looked at the familiar gorgeous woman, who is sitting in front of me, in awe, and she has been smiling her usual pretty smile. "Matt? Mattel Lewis? You still remembered me? No, should I say... Maeve Clyborne?" I asked her in surprise as I never really thought that she could recognize me. "Why not? That was just eight years and five months, girl. Who could forget? You even remembered my name. Names. And, talking about names. Call me the usual." She replied while chuckling softly, and I nodded my head with my wide smile in response. Well, this stunning creature was my colleague back at the diner fronting the Pryce Winsley Academy, where we used to study a couple of years ago. Then I noticed that the pers

*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV* --- "Craig. Son, that's enough. It's too early in the morning to be drinking booze. You haven't even eaten breakfast. And, I am not so sure that you did sleep last night. I believe it is gonna be okay. Give me that bottle." The woman who gave birth to me told me as she has seen me drowning my miserable self in alcohol again. I just woke up from an hour of sleep from overthinking everything that I am going through. I don't even give a fuck about my aching head from drinking lots of spirits last night. I thought I could forget her if I get too drunk to be thinking about us, yet I even cried out while looking at all our pictures on my phone like a hundred times and staying in our mini-ship right outside the lawn. And, now, I am looking at our pictures again and again. I won't get tired of it. Yes, I am

*Craig Wyatt Einar's POV*---The sound of every stroke of the pencil touching the paper is the only thing that I could hear, and I do love the sound of it. It's almost silent. And it's my only escape from the busy yet lonely world here in the office whenever the dismissal time comes.After sketching a few more touches of my masterpiece of the week, I let out a sigh as my gaze turned to the area where the owner of the face that I have been sketching for the last hour, used to sit and wait for any order that I will tell her. And a smile crept on my face as I remembered those times when she sits there, facing her computer, and wearing her grumpy face whenever I let her do something twice or thrice again and again just to mess up with her. Oh, Maia, when can I finally see you agai

*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV* --- "Mum, will Andoo be okay there at the hospital for the dogs?" The curious little girl asked while settling herself in our bed, and I tucked her in. She has just finished her before-bedtime routine which is brushing her teeth, slipping in her favorite pajamas, and saying good night to her fishes at the aquarium on the left side of my study table. "Yeah, he will be fine, Wayne. I think he would love to see you there. Wanna go with me tomorrow?" I answered and asked her, which made her face lighten up. And she cheered and asked, "Yes, Mum, of course! Is he gonna go home already? I missed him so much." "Yep, he can finally go home. Also, we should go to the pet shop to buy our goldfish some food. So... You better sleep now so you can go to Andrew early.