Love Lost, Love Found のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The dining place was Isak's favorite place to take me to during the weekends when he was in the best of moods or at times when I had not offended him. The restaurant was situated on the outskirts of town, somewhat like a border between the city and the next town, and I would have loved it if I found it out myself or through someone else that wasn't Isak.The restaurant was classy and reasonably busy, with an ambience that made being by yourself all so soothing, and I would have taken work there several times with Tracy if I still had my job. My visits to the restaurant were mostly courtesy of threats Isak made me or calls he made to my parents, who would then cajole me into accompanying my husband to outings.The thought of it makes me cringe now. For the success of their business and for the beauty loyal customers bring, I hoped that I'd overcome the trauma and finally be able to visit the restaurant without having a panic attack or being too conscious.Just like I predicted, the nex

Pulling my robe together and wiping the stray tears that had fallen with the back of a hand, I hastily resumed my journey back to my room. It was funny how differently I responded after being offered the one thing I clamored for on a platter of gold. I hurried through the hallway into my room, tears threatening to blind my sight. I needed to breathe properly. I needed air, and the house wasn't giving me any of it. I kept gasping for air and clutching onto my chest as I tried so hard to steady my breaths. The events of my life that lined up to the point I was currently at replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but fault myself for how I had complicated things for myself. 

"So…" Brian filled his cheeks with the milky coffee and swallowed it down. He was avoiding my gaze, and he sure as hell knew why. He would only glance at me for a second and look back to Tracy or his cup of coffee while he tried to set a casual atmosphere. I had never felt more discomforted and paranoid in my whole life. Especially with Tracy. This was an entirely weird and opposite thing with us, but maybe it would do me good to start with not shifting the blame to Brian. It was all me. Our sitting position was a single couch for each of us in a close semi-circle, with the coffee table in the middle.

"I know. I regret it too," Tracy said. She chuckled into her straw and made a face as she looked around the wild, buzzy room. My laughter made its ending round while I nodded alongside and looked for the millionth time towards Brian, who was twerking his butt—very weirdly—under the spotlight in the center of the room. The lights flashing around the walls were many colorful ones. There was pop music playing from the speakers. And the only attendees of this were me, Tracy, Brian, and a few other guys who were his friends and in charge of the music. This was Brian's idea of a ‘makeup get-together.’

I couldn't have felt any better if Brian and Tracy weren't helping me make some investigations.I really feel like going back to my profession in full because I am really missing out.This taxi cab doesn't seem to be fast. I wouldn't want Ian to return home before me. There was lightning from the sky that shone directly into my eyes; I guess it was about to rain.Before I could blink my eyes, there were droplets on the window. I relaxed and watched as the droplets formed in different shapes.The rain was so heavy that I couldn't see humans on the streets any more. It was at this point that the driver knew he was going to drive fast.I could barely see the road, and so I wondered how the driver was seeing clearly. My fear was that I could easily locate my destination."Please don't forget where I told you that I would stop."The driver didn't respond to me, which was very disrespectful. I felt terribly awkward. Was that how he was supposed to treat his customer? I wish I had called Ian