In the last four days, I've read Serena's letter a four thousand times and everytime, I read the scribbling, a shockwave runs through my body. It leaves me paralyzed and maybe, even betrayed. Yes, I wanted her gone far away but not when I was in my deathbed. I'd only this hunch in my comatose state that she'd forsaken me, I hadn't expected it to be my physical reality. As much as it relieved me of her safety, it angered me that she had even left Nathan. The child didn't had to go through the pain of loosing his mother once more. Did she really reach at the edge of her breakdown to cast us aside like our lives weren't dependent on her? She had ordered me to find a better half when she was all I ever crushed and even loved. and I was the only man she'd kissed in her first meet and drove to a police station, and spent the most enchanting hours of her life. Even if they don't make practical sense, it was like a scene from one of those romance movies she watched and visualized for it to ha

"There's a lot of history circulating your friend and at the moment or ever I've no intention of clarifying it, so please call Serena now unless you've also changed your name to she-devil," ordering her, I gave her another smirk, and sat on the couch, straightening my feet on the coffee table. Clearly, my attitude can piss anyone off and that's what I wanted to do now. "You can't talk to me like that. I'll call the cops." She threatened. "If you call the cops then as much as I'd hate to do this I'll have to disclose them Serena's relationship to Carolina. I will file a case on Serena's mother and lead her into a mess that both the mighty ladies won't be able to clear. One question would lead to another and my deceitful love and mother of my son will find herself in serious identity crisis and even murder attempt at me for she left me at the wrong time." When it came to playing hard, Serena won the game but when it came to leading the huntress in the open dessert, I became the apex p

My first visit to Paris especially to the famous island of Lle Saint Louis, on the banks of the River Seine, has gone down the drain. The sun is smiling in the salty water as it flowed across the city, connected through four bridges. And I strolled on one of those with my hands tugged inside my jacket. The weather wasn’t chilly though my mind and heart are becoming stone cold with each step I take away from Serena’s home. I itched to turn around and give it a try once more, but her revolting words threw me back. I scanned the bridge to find John and Nathan standing a little further away near the fence. They looked blanched. Nathan jogged towards me, his eyes redder than a cherry and lips shut tight. He hugged me at the waist, and cried, “She’s bad.” I sighed. “She’s torn and she’s still your mother.” “I don’t love her,” he objected, hugging me tighter. “Let’s go home. It will be just us and Uncle John from now onwards.” John came upto me and gave me a pitiful look. “I don’t know w

Flashback"What are you doing here?" Serena barked the moment, she opened the door. She stood there with a grumpy look plastered on her face while there were dark circles poking out of her eyes. Seems like someone else is becoming an insomniac like me. I leaned against the doorframe, taking in her sight. It didn't cross my mind that I might offend her with my sudden visit but I needed to do it anyway irrespective of the heated disagreement between us. I reminded myself of what I found out after tasting several recipe's of the Clay's. Either she has been working for them or she had decided to rob a job in France by a cheap tactic. Whichever it were, I had a mind to unleash the mystery behind it and this morning I woke up with another intention other than covering the gap. A new aim and a new mindset to change my ways. "Are you here again to bother me with your devious accusations?" Taking two steps further, she added, "Shouldn't you be out of this town already?" "Quite the opposite.

Breaths. Hard breaths. Cold. Perilously frigid. Holding onto the wheel of the boat,a houseboat to be exact, I held onto dear life of mine. My idea was to add an adventure in the list of romantic escapades with Serena. Never in a traumatic history, did I ever sought a possibility of becoming the victim of a maddening rush of water in the boat hanging our lives at the brim of the sinking boat. It has turned upside down. When I'd hired it earlier in the morning, I'd imagined myself proposing marriage to Serena on the deck surrounded by water on all sides with orchids and roses blooming inside the cabin. A fresh start to our relationship in the presence of the most vital element of life after clarifying our box of misunderstanding. I had bought an engagement ring for her which was secure in my pants pockets, until I felt it slipping out in the river and the red velvet box vanished away. The captain is supporting my lower body by entangling his legs with mine. I watched him struggle to