“Je voudrais ma boisson tres froide s’il vous plait, merci”. April was saying to a waiter while Micheal absentmindedly tapped away on his screen. it had been three days since Micheal had decided that he needed a break, three days since April had squealed excitedly and told him that she had truly needed the vacation for a long time now. *Flashback*‘I just couldn’t go on a vacation without you”. She had said to him.And he had asked her why of course. He didn’t understand why she would want to go on a vacation but wouldn’t because he didn’t go with her. She had shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I guess it’s the same way I feel going out to eat alone, makes me feel….lonely’. She had told him. And once again he had found himself feeling like shit. He may have been a very busy person but he was certain he could make time to eat out with the woman he had married, he was sure he could conveniently make enough time to go out with her from time to time, yet he hadn’t even attempted. He had cle

A quiet groan left April as her eyes fluttered open to find harsh rays of sunlight streaking into the room. She raised her hand to shield her face from the lights which sort to blind her, it felt as though her head was about to split in two. She wasn’t surprised though, it was what you got for drinking so much. Her recollection of the previous night wasn’t exactly clear but she remembered enough to know that she had been a mess; she had thrown up countless times before passing out. “You’re awake”. She blinked a couple of times to clear her vision on hearing Micheal’s voice, she knew he was walking towards her from the sound of advancing footsteps and she suddenly felt like melting. She had made a complete and absolute fool out of herself yesterday, just thinking about it made her want to choke herself. She lowered her hand when her eyes became accustomed to the lights and her somewhat blurry gaze met his. “Good morning, April”. He greeted with the faintest of smiles. She averte

I had taken the coat with me to the dining room, and for some reason my heart pounded heavily against my chest as I made my way there; I was just returning a coat but yet I was almost breathless, yet I was almost having a heart attack. I swallowed an imaginary lump that had formed in my throat before I pushed the door open quietly and made my way into the dining area. I noticed the table was set but void of his presence, and for some reason I begun feeling really nervous and anxious as all thoughts crossed my mind. What if he wasn’t here because he wasn’t coming? And what if he wasn’t coming because he thought he was making me uncomfortable. I was probably overthinking the whole thing but I very well couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help a lot of things these days. And just as I turned around to leave I bumped into something….or someone, I bumped into him and his hand went around me to keep me from losing my balance. I’m glad he had done that cause my heart almost leapt out of my mou

Alexa's POV How long had it been since I reumed classes? Nothing more than two weeks for sure, but yet it felt like forever. And what made it worse was mistakenly hearing two professors discussing about 'The President's' resumption; I guess I had somehow forgotten that resuming classes meant meeting Michael one way or another. My heart had fallen to the pit of my stomach and I had felt fairly sick to be honest, and till now my heart still faltered considerably. We had Philosophy class in ten minutes and Michael always took that particular course, I had asked him why he still had to teach when he obviously had so much to do. His reply had been simple: 'I wouldn't be heading A University if I didn't like teaching'. I had admired him for that, I still did, I liked the passion in which he taught with, I liked how dedicated he was towards making sure the lesson was understood. I found myself shifting in my seat over and over again as I waited for the ten minutes to elapse. If Mich

Don't stop..... Those words had hung thickly between the two as they stared into each other's eyes while Alexa panted heavily with every breath she took. Calan thought it through for a moment; why had he even started this in the first place? Probably because he felt horrible about all she had been through and all she had missed and wouldn't have by being with or, or perhaps it was due to the fact that her innocence was just so tempting, so inviting, so appealing. Perhaps it was because the proximity had done a thing or two to the both of them, perhaps he simply wanted to; no excuses and explanations needed. But had he intended to take it farther? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that the look in her eyes were so very alluring, be couldn't bring himself to look away for the life of him. There was something tempting about her, something that drew him in; he had been with women, yes, but she was different, perhaps it was her innocence and inexperience, perhaps it was her naivety and ho