Dominique A cool breeze blew by, rustling the leaves and braches up on the tree. Although mild, it was still strong enough to shake a few things, my hair not left out. A sigh slid past my lips as I threaded my fingers through my hair. It was no doubt that it looked nothing more than a bird's nest which definitely wasn't suitable for someone like me. But I didn't care, at least not today. It was Sunday, and Sundays were meant for relaxing.A bird jumped onto one of the branches, catching my attention immediately. I watched as the almost tiny bird flapped it's wings about, its beak pecking and picking at the tree, obviously looking for something to eat. "You should have gotten a bird feeder by now." A voice spoke from behind me. If I hadn't known to whom it belonged to, I definitely would have spun on my wheel, trying to figure out who the hell had the guts to walk into my personal space, and without permission too. "Will I have to remind you again Dominique boy?""I'm not a boy a

Florence. "Maybe I should start all over again?" I mumbled to no one else in particular. I was literally the only one in the room so it made no sense that I wasn't talking to anyone. More specifically, it didn't make any sense that I was talking to myself and that I was unapologetically doing it. " Or perhaps I should…"I shook my head slowly, simultaneously thrashing the idea alongside with it. Why would I want to start over? After spending hours cleaning this huge library, why would I want to start all over again? *Dominique's aunt, that's why* A sigh slid past my lips as I stared at the large book shelf ahead. On a normal day, I always gushed about how beautiful the books were and swooned on how I would love to have my own one day. Hell, even Olivia pointed out her favorite books and let me borrow it for some time. She also taught me a trick to slip out a book from there without being noticed, on the condition that I would return it after. I was surprised that she'd t

I kept my eyes trained on the door in front of me, not daring to break eye contact for once. Not like it mattered though. Or maybe it did. At this point, I wasn't sure I knew what mattered and what didn't anymore. It was probably because I'd been standing here for the past one hour or more even. Or the fact that, even though I'd spent a lot of time out here, nothing had changed yet. Yes, it was probably one of those reasons. *Or perhaps, it was the hunger* I shook my head as a sigh slid past my lips. My bones felt weak and like they could snap into a million pieces any moment from now. My lungs burned with each breath of air I sucked in, and my stomach lurched and churned with amounts of pain I didn't even know was possible. I was this close to passing out, I could feel it, but I wouldn't dare do that. For the first time in a while, the idea of being unconscious didn't sound too comfortable for me anymore. Like it was trying to buttress my point, a memory made its way into my mind

Dominique. Quizzical stares followed me as I walked deep into the halls of the hospital. It didn't faze me. That is, the million pairs of eyes that were stuck on my every step, some more subtle and the others more glaring than the latter. I was used to things like this, but a small thought made its way to my mind. Why exactly were they staring? Was I dressed awkwardly? Or perhaps a hospital was never one of the places they expected a billionaire like me to be at. I raised my head a bit higher, just for me to lock eyes with the first person in front of me. It was a woman. And for the split second that we held each other's gazes, I watched something flicker in her eyes. Recognition maybe? Or perhaps it was fear, or even shock. But before I had any more time to decipher what her gaze could have meant, her eyes wandered a bit lower, to the small bag I held in my hand.If I had thought she was shocked earlier, I was clearly mistaken. I watched her eyes morph into the size of saucers a

Florence I pressed my eyes shut as tightly as I could, as the feel of thr doctor's presence increased by the second. I had no idea why, but I felt my heartbeat increase almost immediately, the vital organ hitting loudly against my ribcage. Something cold pressed into a spot above my cleavage and I shuddered as goosebumps crept up my skin. The instrument stayed there for aa while and the more time passed, the colder I seemed to be getting. “Does anything hurt?” I jerked up at the sound of the voice, my hand flying to my chest. I watched my fingers tremble as they covered a spot close to my heart. Minutes passed before I was able to calm myself again. “Florence, are you okay?”The moment I raised my gaze to the direction the voice came from, it suddenly made sense.“I'm fine.” I sighed as I slowly brought down my hands to rest at my sides. I adjusted my hospital gown awkwardly before I continued. “ Perfectly fine.”“Are you sure?” From the look on doctor Eric's face, he wasn't b