When Love Lasts

AuroraRain has always had a special place in my heart, the splattering noise of drops hitting the pavement, the sweet smell of wet mud and the soft rainy breeze makes my heart flutter with excitement and awe. But today, everything feels different, like for instance, the usual rainy clouds look gloomier than ever and there is a slight sadness in the air. I don’t know if it’s just me or if the universe is playing some sick game, but my spirits are down and I feel awful. “Is it okay if I leave early Mrs. Hemmingway?” I asked her in the sweetest voice I could muster and gave her the puppy dog eyes. She sighed and I instantly knew she wouldn’t say ‘no’, Mrs. Hemmingway was a plump lady in her late sixties with auburn hair and cat eye glasses that gave her a very stern look, but I knew she has a stop spot for me. “Sure, but I need you first thing in the morning, the shipment is due at 7am sharp” she said with a ste

Aurora The whole night, I served them drinks, it was mostly Nash who was doing the drinking, so it wasn’t exactly a big task but being in such close proximity with Michael wasn’t helping either. Now when I look at him, all the traces of the sweet teenager I knew are gone, in his place is this indifferent, cold, broken man. Not once had he glanced in my direction or tried to acknowledge my presence, it was like I did not even exist for him. It hurt, it hurt so bad to be invisible to the one person whom you care the most about, but I didn’t want him to know that. I didn’t want him to know, that he was still my weakness, that he still had so much power over me. I kept my head held high and did what I came here for, ‘making money’, but it was freaking hard, with his cologne filling the air and the unrestrained masculinity that he emanated, I wonder how any woman could ever stay unaffected by him. When that thought crosses my mind, I chastise myself inwardly for even goin

Aurora Numbness takes over me when I sit in his car and gaze out at the emptiness presented in front of me. I've had a fair share of ups and downs in my life but nothing comes close to this, no man has ever touched me sexually other than the one sitting right next to me. I close my eyes to get rid of the horrific images playing in my head, if Michael wouldn’t have been there, I would have ended up being violated in the worst way possible and there’d be no one to believe me. In the last nine years, my social life has been as dry as the Sahara Desert, I haven’t had time for a boyfriend let alone a friend. I don’t regret it though, I’d go through hell, if that meant I could keep my mother alive for just a few more minutes, oh my god! Panic grips me at the thought of my mother, even though she can’t move, she’d be worried about me not being there, tears spring into my eyes, ‘I can’t leave her alone’, I don’t want to. Its late and I know Amelia wouldn’t leave mom’s side u

Aurora I change into a pair of black jeans and a plane white boat neck shirt with my denim jacket and converse shoes. It’s been a while since I bought something for myself, I never really had a chance to go outside anyway, so I never bothered to upgrade my wardrobe. Now, as I stand in front of Michael’s office building, doubt creeps in, the whole building looks like the epitome of elegance. Without even entering inside, I know I’m going to stick out like a sour thumb. I take a deep breath and mutter to myself, “you can do this” with renewed confidence, I make my way to the glass doors of the building, they automatically slide open at my arrival and I stride inside. My jaw drops to the floor as I take in my surroundings, well… damn! This place is even more futuristic than I thought before. The floors and ceilings are all covered in white glistening marble, while the receptionist office and the couches scattered around are all plane black, there are modern steel chande

Aurora To say his words weren’t humiliating was the understatement of the year, I knew my outfit wasn’t exactly work friendly but he didn’t have to point that out. I needed new clothes, asap. So, after I left his office, I went to the nearest thrift store and bought some cheap work clothes, they weren’t tattered or faded, in fact they were better than anything I owned right now. I also had to do something about my job at the library, of course I wouldn’t continue there, I had to quit but without a two-week notice, I am not sure if Mrs. Hemmingway would be happy. I sighed, I kind of have to face the music sooner rather than later, why bother?  I walked to the library because I couldn’t afford to waste money on a cab, now that I finally had ‘work appropriate’ attire to wear. When I got back, Mrs. Hemmingway was stacking up the last of books and was getting ready to close the shutter, I went up to her and she asked “how did the interview go?” without looking up, li