Все главы A Biologist’s Cure for Heartbreak: Глава 1 - Глава 10

Alexia’s POV ‘Breathe. Just Breathe.’ I thought to myself as I started getting ready for my day. This was going to be one of those days that could either be one of the best days of my life, or one of the worst. I slowly made my way into my bathroom to take a shower. I had no clue what I was going to wear or what I was going to do with my long auburn hair. I was determined to make an impression that was going to last a lifetime. I finished my shower, wrapped a towel around my hair, put on my robe, and then headed towards my closet. As I was looking at my lackluster clothing options, I decided to wear my black pinstriped pant-suit, emerald green silk blouse, and my black kitten heels. After curling my hair, putting on a little bit of makeup, and getting dressed, I checked out my appearance in my full-length mirror. “Wow.” I mumbled out loud. I hardly even recognized the woman looking back at me. My auburn locks looked like a waterfall cascading down and stopping just above the small

Alexia’s POV I opened the door to my apartment, knowing that my mother would already be inside waiting for me. The last person I expected to see sitting in my living room with her was Brandon’s mother, Helen. As our gazes met, the onslaught of emotions that rushed to the surface overwhelmed me once again. I could no longer hold back the sobs that I had been fighting from the moment that I laid my eyes on Brandon. My mother and Helen both got up from where they were seated on my couch to rush to my side. They both radiated love and concern. “Come sit down, dear.” I heard Helen say in such a way that made me sob even harder, but I followed her and my mother to my couch and sat down between them. I sat there and cried until I couldn’t cry any longer. My mom was the first one to break the silence. “Alexia, I need you to tell us what happened? Did you not get the job?” “No. I got the job.” I mumbled while I fiddled with my hands. Helen and my mother looked at each other quizzically

Alexia’s POV I laid in my bed trying to get to sleep. I sent mom and Helen home not too long after I got off the phone with Brandon. I wasn’t in the mood for company and just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. Now all I wanted was for my brain to shut off and allow sleep to take over, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Brandon meant. How was he broken? He seemed like the same old arrogant jerk that I remember. I can’t deny the haunted look that I saw in his eye though. It looks so similar to the one that I see when I look at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t sure when I finally drifted off to sleep, but I woke up around four crying and soaked with sweat. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I got up and started stripping the sheets off my bed. The nightmares that plagued my sleep keep replaying in my mind, even though I am no longer asleep. After getting the sheets in the washing, I decided to go for a run to try and clear my mind. I walk into my closet

Brandon’s POV As I made my way back up towards my office, I kept replaying what Lex meant when she said that I was only a small part of the reason she couldn’t let me back in. I wonder what other ghosts haunt her? I could tell that they were bad, just by the look in her eyes. It was the look of trauma and scars that ran deep. I hope that she has someone that she can talk to about it. I know having Mark and Thomas to talk to about what we experienced definitely played a part in my healing process. I know I still have some issues, but they are nowhere like they used to be. When I finally reached my office, I noticed that my door is slightly ajar, which is something that I don’t do. My door is always shut no matter if I’m in my office or not. I immediately go on high alert, as I slowly push my door open. I let out the breath that I had been holding, when I saw my mom sitting on the couch to my right. “Mom, to what do I owe this lovely surprise?” I asked as I walked toward her and kis

I have seen my fair share of research labs, but this place has me at a loss for words. The thought process that went behind the layout alone, is amazing. When you first walk through the double doors, you come into a room that has ten to twelve cubicles, as Bri called them. I mean, they are cubicles in the sense that they don’t have doors and the walls don’t go all the way to the ceiling, but that’s where it stops. These cubicles are huge. I figure that the average cubicle is about twelve square feet. These are double that easily. They each have a desk equip with a computer, printer, and a desktop safe. Then there is another table stocked with things like beakers, test tubes, pipettes, petri dishes, and what looks like one of the OMAX microscopes. I don’t think that I have worked at any other lab that had separate areas for their research staff. It makes me feel like I might have made the right decision after all. Bri pulled me out of my head, just as a brunette woman started walki