Semua Bab Wine Stained Lips: Bab 71 - Bab 75

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