Alan's POVI could sense how tensed my mother was by stealing just a glance at her side. If her exterior was in such visible stress, I could only imagine what she was going through inside."She'll be fine, Mom," I tried to assure her, but I highly doubted if my tone did the job. When she failed to reply, I realised that it indeed did no good. Defeated, I followed her gaze toward the source of her worry, looking through the glass window instilled to provide privacy to the patient.Inside the room stood three men from the police department along with my sister, who had woken up just hours ago from a small nap. The first time she had woken up after surgery, she sent my mother into a deep pit of agony as she failed to produce any response when questioned about her state.Although the doctors had informed us that it was nothing out of the ordinary and that it generally takes patients who had just undergone brain surgery a lot of time to be able to express all their bodily functions, mainly

Rachel's POV“You did what?” His all too familiar voice greeted my ears.I grimaced upon detecting the tone of his voice. This was precisely what I was worried about.“I’ve actually had lunch with her.” I winced further while uttering the words for I knew all too well how they were going to mess with his head.“Are you kidding me?” His voice was borderline angry. Hearing him, I slowly began to grow worried for myself. Shit, what have I done?I lauded my decision to have walked away from Emilia’s hearing range before I called him from the balcony in her flat because I didn’t know what I’d do if they had heard his shriek from the phone. It would have been very awkward and difficult to maintain my composure in our course of conversation.“Alan, please don’t be angry with me,” I muttered, feebly. “I didn’t have a choice.”I heard him sigh from the other end, and after a few seconds pause, he replied, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to use that tone. And I’m not angry with you.” After a

Alan's POVAfter getting off the call, I’d be a fool to even think of falling asleep.Groaning in frustration, I chugged off my clothes and walked into the shower to get some help with that. While I struggled to put a name or reason to my annoyance, the cold water easily slipped down my back.Reeling a deep breath in, I tried to focus all my attention on what was running through my body and less on my mind. That was a technique I had managed to master whenever I felt clueless. I was someone who proclaimed to have an idea about everything, but that, like many things in my life, had evidently changed in the past few weeks.Since I knew that my thoughts were in a very toxic place right now and that if I pondered on them, I would just end up thinking about the wrong things, and thereby react in a reckless manner, I thought it fit to temporarily seek a distraction.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Generally, the idea of her staying on my mind all day long was appeasing

Rachel's POVWith an insuppressible grin on my face, I walked back into the flat. A hint of a smile was still dancing on my lips as I walked into the living room but it was fazed when confusion swarmed over my brain, "Where's Mark?"Emilia narrowed her eyes at me, studying me unusually whilst she replied. "Him? He's gone to bed."Tilting my head towards left, I frowned, slightly, "Already?""It's way past midnight so yes." Emilia shrugged and kept her lingering gaze on me nonetheless."Already?" I mumbled to myself as I stole a quick glance at the clock hung on the wall. True to her words, the time was almost 1 AM."What's the matter with you? Why are you so happy?"Shrugging, I avoided her gaze. "No reason.""Was that a sex call, then?""Of course, not!""Well, you do look awfully... pleased by the phone call so I'm guessing he did more than just apologizing."Heat climbed to my cheeks at the mention of him. For reasons previously unknown, just a mere thought of him was producing ver

Alan’s POV“You’re in a very delightful mood this morning.” My mother gazed up from the brim of her tea-cup to pass on an amused smile. “Do you want to share the happy news?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shrugged in a nonchalance but smirked back at her nonetheless.“Oh, of course, you know what I’m talking about,” She set aside her cup and leaned in eagerly.“Truly, I don’t.”“Is it that girl then?” Busted.“She’s got a name, you know?”“Yeah, I know. So it is about her, isn’t it?”“Mom, leave me alone. Let me enjoy my tea in peace. I’ve had to deal with a terrible migraine last night.”“Quit lying to my face, Alan. You look more peaceful and healthy than I’ve ever seen you before.” She scoffed and leaned back to fold her arms across her chest. Narrowing her eyes at me, she gave me an accusing look, “Are you in love with her?”The sip of the hot tea I’d taken just milliseconds before she said those words had ultimately sent me into a round of choking and I was forced t