Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wine Stained Lips: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Calla's POV We were both standing by the door of my apartment when I noticed all the things I wanted to say to James in the past months we were apart had become wordless emotions that had become so indescribable to say out loud.I had just gotten him and now,he stood by the door-- leaving."Well... this is it." James said."Are you sure I shouldn't go with you to the airport?" I asked. I wanted to be close to him for as long as I could before we both have to go back to virtual things."Don't worry. I have to make a quick stop to get my suitcase at the hotel. I just hope I don't miss my flight." He said. His almond eyes stared into mine with a smile on his face. Every single muscle on my face were relaxed so softly whenever he looked at me.I was hesitant to let him go. I didn't want to let him go. Not again. "I wished we spent more time together." I admitted."Me too." He said. He was hesitant too-- to leave.James and I have crossed cities-- London,Paris and New York but every singl

Calla's POV I woke up with a neck cramp from laying down wrongly on my pillow. The bed I had been used to for years, suddenly felt different from the way I remember. Or maybe it was from my flight yesterday. I looked out of the window to see my Nigerian neighbor's toddler on the front porch of their house. He had grown taller. My room wasn't any different, it was the same yet it changed. It felt like it had shrunk in size and I had become a bigger.It seemed that way from the airport. Everything in this town had either grown too big or smaller than I last remembered it.Boston had changed or maybe I have.One thing was the same though, the flicker of memories of my mum hunting the walls,the ceilings and corners of this house. I walked down stairs to looking at her painting that were displayed, collecting dust like old relics in an abandoned house.There was one place I couldn't bring myself to go into-- her room. It would be too real. And I didn't want to be back here knowing that s

Calla's POV Every story talks about the fall of a villain but no one ever talks about what is left of the pieces after. You get a hero and you get a villain. The hero wins while the villain loses. Sometimes,the hero loses too.I waited outside the bathroom as James washed up and casually came out of the bathroom. I haven't been able to read a single emotion out of him. Sometimes,the scariest emotions is no emotion. He looked numb,not in a sober way,not in a hurt way,but in a way that looks like had shut off from processing any information that requires big emotions. Like, something this big of a deal happened had no reverence.I called his therapist as the crippling fear of him loosing his mind randomly like in L.A would happen again. I didn't want him to pretend to be okay,most especially now but I couldn't force him to process things fast and react either. His therapist told me to help him pour whatever he was feeling out instead of suppressing it. Her clauses was to help him proce

Calla's POV Ever since, I was back at the Renault wine-- the same place James and I met for the first time. I've been stuck on nostalgia. The very first place I saw his beautiful almond eyes. The same place my heart skipped a beat for him.I couldn't stop replaying what I overheard his mum say to him that day. Did she think of us the way she and his dad were. Was there ever a time love was so beautiful that you don't even see the signs when it starts to rotten until one day ,you're older and alone and realize you had wasted all your good years chasing nothing.I wonder how differently things would have been if my mum and Justin,my biological father were together, If she never met my dad,Clay Grayson. Would I have met James? Would the universe ever intertwine our paths? What if this was it-- our story had come to an end,we had solved the mystery of our history. I feared we were gonna stretch things till it snapped and one of us will be left broken.I feared I'd be the one that's left,

Calla's POV When we got to the hospital,it was 11:30pm-- almost midnight. James was anxious the whole ride there and honestly,I could feel the tug on my feet. I never liked hospitals. The memories of coming to this place reminded me of the times my mother struggled to breathe air into her lungs and the time,she decided she was done trying for good. As we got closer to the room Vinora was placed. James mum came outside with a bright smile on her face with dried tears at the corner of her eyes that evidently showed she had been crying. She nodded her head as she struggled to word out the feeling that consumed her. One thing I was sure of,was it was good news.James ran his hands through his hair and looked up as he mumbled silent prayers to the heavens."Oh my God!" He gasped out , completely overwhelmed with joy."It's a baby girl." His mum said. I was so happy I could feel my eyes cloud with tears and my heart beat a little louder. It was the first time in years I walked the hallw