As the night sky with thousands of twinkling stars from afar and the golden moonlight illuminating the vast darkness below together with the artificial lights of the city, slowly turned blue and as the sun rises from the east as a start of another day and another life, I slowly open my eyes. The sunlight passing through the glass window of my room fangs my skin. I close my eyes again as hit me right to my pupils. A few moments later, I open it again, and a bright smile, as bright as the sun crept in my lips. "Good morning, the universe," I mumble. I push myself up and do my morning routine. After that, I went downstairs for breakfast. I found Zhairo sitting on one of the chairs with his omelet. He simply greets me a 'good morning' and went back on his food. I didn't bother to ask where are our parents since I already know. They probably went to their work earlier than usual. As I prepare my breakfast, the doorbell rang. My brows furrowed for neither of us are expecting visitor nor
"That one, I want that one!" Sighs. Guess where we are right now. And I would answer the one word, four letters, one syllable. Mall. I unconditionally said 'yes' earlier when Dion asked me again if I will let Zhairo go with him because he wants to treat my brother. I was carried away by his words when he said that Zhairo is no new to him because he will be his 'brother-in-law' soon. My heart was beating really fast, like fast and furious. Plus the feeling of there is a war inside me due to the rumblings. If Dion was close enough, I bet he would hear my heart, and he would probably ask about it. And that is the last thing that I wanted to happen. As much as possible, I don't want him to know that I am having these strange feelings towards him. I am not that naive, I know what this might be, but I am trying my best not to jump into that kind of conclusion. Dion is an American. In their country, most people are liberated, and I won't be shocked if he is too. And if ever he f
"Argh!" I again threw my phone on the bed. I am really frustrated right now. Caroline who was just sitting comfortably at the edge of my bed while surfing through her phone shook her head when she saw what I did. I called her to go here since I don't know what to do now. After I told Dion that I want us to stay in a relationship between a boss and an employee, I turned my back at him and closed the gate. And then I immediately went into my room and locked myself. My head is in turmoil. I suddenly felt that battle between my conscience and then I just said what I wanted to say. My conscience is telling me that what I did was rude, really rude, while I keep on telling myself that what I did was just right. Period. "Will you stop doing that, Zhanaia?" Caroline scolded me after rolling her eyes. "I agree with your conscience, you know. What you did was really rude. Imagine, Dion is offering you friendship and you just turned him down. Note that you are the one who offered him friendshi
The moment I reach the hospital, I immediately run to the entrance and ask in the Nurse Station for Dion's room. The nurse who assisted me asks what's my relationship with him, and said it is for security purposes. Ironically, I introduced myself as his friend, when in fact, I turned him down last night. But this is not the time to think about that. I need to see Dion. As the nurse typed something on the computer, I can help but to tap my shoes on the tiled floor because of a mixture of worry and nervousness. And when the nurse finally told me the number and what floor Dion's room is located, I didn't waste a chance. I did a half-run since the floor is tiled and I might slip if I literally run. When the elevator opened, I hastily go in and press the number of the floor where I am about to go. Seconds of waiting, the elevator stops and the moment I got out, I searched for Dion's room. As I finally found it and when I touch the cold metal of the doorknob, my hands went cold and start
"I think I have fallen for you, Zhanaia." "And I am still falling deeply." I failed to stop myself from screaming in so much... happiness. Yes, happiness. I don't know how and why it is hard to explain but I won't deny that what I feel right now is so much happiness. My heart is overflowing with joy and it is not impossible if any moment, my cheeks will be ripped off because of the widest smile I've ever had. I've been like this since I woke up earlier than usual, and last night, I slept with a sweet smile painted on my lips. Dion's confession was lingering in my head and until now, I can still hear his soft voice saying those words that make my heart swell. I can't believe it happened. Oh my god, is that the reason why he wants to befriend me? Because he wants us to be close even more? Is that his way of courting? Oh gosh! Again, I screamed. But this time, I used a pillow to cover my mouth and suppress the noise coming from me. Mama and papa might hear me, and they will su
It has been two days since the confession happened. Nothing seems to change between the two of us, except that Dion is starting to show off the real him.Since the day after his confession, he started showing off his real personality, as well as being vocal but still considerate. He is witty, curious, and daring. Base on how I see men before, being witty was out of the question. Most likely, men are too secretive and silent, wittiness seems to make them less a man. But Dion likes cracking puns and making silly stuff, even when a lot of people around.And as for being vocal, I see it as a good thing that he was not like any other men out there who likes keeping what they feel to themselves and act though. Like it would make them less a man if they are too vocal, it makes them less a man if they show who they really are, and I found it too absurd! I mean, hello, men are still human. They have feelings, heart, and all. Just be
"Diii!" The next thing I know, the girl with a supermodel built body is kissing Dion. I was rooted in my place, unable to move. It feels like there is a strong magnetic force that stops me from doing anything, my feet were frozen in the ground. People that are also in this Opera House for a visit glanced at us, probably because of the girl's loud voice when he called Dion. And what did he call him? Diii? I saw some of them cringe as their eyes laid on Dion who is being kissed by the girl. As expected, when someone kisses a man, the man wouldn't dare to push the girl away. Instead, he will enjoy the kiss, perhaps that's how Dion feels right now. My gaze fell on the cold floor. For an unknown reason, I feel like the world has just collapsed. There is a heavy feeling in my chest. In just a split of a second, the thousands of bolt that I felt as my skin touched with Dion was replaced by a painful fang in my che
Author's Note:Happy New Year, everyone! This is my first update for 2021, and yeps, it's kinda long. I enjoyed writing this chapter, and the fact that there is something for Zhanaia at the end of this chapter, it went far.I wanted to thank everyone who gave and will give this one a try. This is my first ever English novel, I know I still need to improve a lot and I am more than willing to learn. And by the way, I wanted to give everyone a heads up; I am not from Zurich, and I haven't visited Switzerland even just once (though I hope, someday, I can). I am from the Philippines. Some have been asking me, 'Why set your novel in Zurich, Switzerland if you haven't visited the place yet?' And I always say, just because I haven't been in this place, doesn't mean I can't write something about it, right? There's the Internet, youtube, and travel websites. Though I know it would be better if I have seen it myself. I am just trying and exploring, th