Semua Bab I love to hate you: Bab 91 - Bab 95

She was unusually seated in a fetal position on a single wrought iron bed in an immaculate white psych gown. On days she was positioned differently, she would either sit at the edge of the bed and stare blankly at the window or motionlessly stand in the middle of the colorless, lifeless, unequipped, and ammonia-filled room. The only other color that gave the room life was her blue psych gown, but that was on days she wasn't wearing the white one, and sometimes when a visitor brought her flowers, and her nurse was kind enough to put it in a vase, but months had passed since the last visit.When her tiny room didn't smell of pee as a consequence of profound, concentrated, and reflective thinking, it did of disinfectants from thorough cleaning after which she would lie on the cold floor all curled up in recitals of two specific names and the life-mark mishaps that came upon her through one of them. And that was her favorite posture for the simple reason that she felt safer, more defensiv

Adam drove straight to Cold Spring after he visited the mental health hospital. His consideration to return all fifteen missed calls and seven messages began with Gianna's."Adam? Jeez, where on earth have you been all day?"Adam grinned, glad to be a trigger of worry. A clear proof of importance. He intentionally did not inform her of his absence to see how much she would miss him and how far it could go. Six of the fifteen missed calls were hers just like five of the seven unreplied messages."Someone misses me?" He pictured her rolling her eyes. One of the many expressions of displeasure he refused to get accustomed to as each one stung worse than the previous. He still could not get a grip on why Gianna avoided him so badly after all he'd done, despite being attracted to him."You did not send in your report today, remember?"It was as clear as day. She exhibited the behaviors of a girl longing, a girl in admiration, a girl in love. That, he knew so well because he was a regular,

Adam drove through the serenity of Main Street Avenue. Hugged, from both sides of the sidewalk by a lined up variety of greenery from Maples and Lindens, commercial buildings, pedestrians, cyclist, and shade seekers beneath trees and parasols, he zoomed towards his first stop.It would've been to Mimie's, to fulfill his promise to Gianna but the thought of Mrs. Bakers turned the hairs at the back of his neck rigid. The woman didn't like him. That, he knew. Her face was always crunched when he was around, as if he was a stubborn toilet limescale without remedy. She did not hide her distaste for him the first time he stepped into her home. Her needle eyes constantly pierced him each time she pretended to fetch or fix something in the sitting room so much that, he suffered from a chronic back ache later that day.He never visited ever since.When he walked with Mimie home after school, Mrs. Bakers, when chanced, sometimes waited for her daughter at the doorstep. She would mutter somethin