Sometimes, silence comes without the intention of torture. Silence comes to teach you that you have to savor every moment of togetherness before it brings regret for the moments of togetherness that you have neglected. Jonathan sat back in his oversized chair. The day seemed passionless. The man twirled the chair he was sitting in lazily; all the wheels on the chair's legs seemed to swing to give him comfort, obeying where the man's legs pushed them to roll.A month had passed by by the time Jonathan returned to Auckland. Not a single word had come from Axel and Amelie. He stared at the black phone screen on the table and reached for it. Not a single notification had come in, as if the silence was laughing at him. Jonathan opened the lock screen on his smartphone and searched for Amelie's name in the contacts. The man's thumb stopped scrolling when it came to Amelie's name. He wanted to call the number, but his heartbeat seemed to prevent him from having the courage to make a phone
"So, what are you going to do after this?" Marie asked while looking straight at Jonathan. He looked much calmer than when they first met. "I'll try to win she back, Gran." Jonathan's hands twisted together on his lap. "After winning my granddaughter's heart, what will you do if one day a much more beautiful woman comes to you?" Marie's eyelids, full of age wrinkles, narrowed, staring intently at the man in front of her as if interrogating. "I promise I will ignore that woman. Parting with Amelie made me lose half my life." hyperbole in Jonathan's parable. "If I knew she would fight that hard and choose to keep our child, maybe I would have chosen to go with her from the beginning. Regardless of my mother's decision not to consider me as her child after that," "Even if you live in hardship with Amelie after that? What if you were living on the streets after that?""Yes. It's much better than losing her and Axel." Jonathan replied without hesitation. His earnestness was so visible
Amelie woke up and was surprised to find that her body position had changed. Amelie and Jonathan had their arms around each other. She immediately threw off Jonathan's burly arms that were hugging her body. "How can you hug me that easily? You pervert," Amelie grumbled as she walked to the toilet. The sound of the water tap and the cold temperature of the water touching her skin instantly brought her full consciousness back. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Amelie patted her face and instantly groaned as the pats stung."Aw!" The pain she felt made her realize that the night she had spent with Jonathan was not a dream; it was a reality. Even the slap on her cheek left a red mark. Amelie's eyes were closed, with both hands supporting her body on the edge of the sink. A question that niggled at her heart arose. Was meeting Jonathan again a destiny?Amelie sighed as she walked back to her room. But when she arrived at the door, she heard Jonathan talking to someone on the
It was a very happy day for Axel. He could spend the weekend with his parents in the places he loved, something that had always been a dream of his since he often questioned his father's whereabouts."Dad, do you know? Today I'm so happy to be able to go on an excursion with my parents." Axel muttered on the way home. A moment after that, Axel yawned, and slowly his eyes closed.Jonathan stroked Axel's head as he sat on Amelie's lap, with one hand on the steering wheel. "I'm very happy too, sweetheart. We can have a three-day weekend after such a long day." Amelie smiled. She silently agreed that she felt the same way."He's asleep, Jo," Amelie whispered as she stroked Axel's head. The hair she was holding had grown longer; as Amelie recalled, it was only two months ago that she took Axel to the barbershop.The wheels continued to roll, and as Amelie looked out the window, she realized that it wasn't the way home. She refrained from asking; perhaps Jonathan wanted to buy something b
Amelie's heart skipped a beat as she pulled back the blanket covering her body. Not a single piece of clothing clung to her body. She hurriedly cleaned herself up after her struggle with Jonathan last night.Under the shower that splashed her body with water, Amelie closed her eyes. She recalled the events of last night and cursed herself for easily letting Jonathan enjoy her body. 'Stupid, stupid Amelie, what if he leaves you again after this? Why didn't I ask him to wear protection last night?' Amelie's mind began to worry. Her hands slowly squeezed her wet hair until the pain of the tugging was felt.She shook her head, trying to dismiss all possibilities and prejudices against Jonathan. But the more she tried to dismiss them, the more brutally those prejudices attacked her head. ....................."Amelie, are you up early?" Jonathan blinked his eyes as he found Amelie just coming out of the bathroom with wet hair. The time was 04:35. Why was she taking a shower this early?
The sun is inching its way to the sunset, leaving an orange color on the horizon. The shop began to be quiet from visitors; one by one, among Demiurge visitors, they began to leave the shop after finishing with the activity of filling the stomach. Amelie wiped the table with a cloth as a closing activity in the tavern in the late afternoon. At the same time, Emery, who had just come out of Benitto's room, approached the woman with a rag, doing the same activity next to the table that Amelie was cleaning. Emery cleared her throat to make Amelie realize her presence. Instantly, the elegant woman turned her head and greeted Emery with a friendly face."Hey," greeted Amelie, who then returned her gaze to the shiny table, where she could see the reflection of her face on the lacquered table. Emery couldn't help but be curious about her best friend's encounter with the man Axel had told her about this afternoon."Sorry, Amelie, I hope you won't be offended if I ask." Emery said, which ma
Amelie blinked as sleepiness still lingered in her eyes. She had to get up to get ready for work and take Axel to school, but her body seemed reluctant to get up, as if it were stuck to the bed she was currently on. She closed her eyes for a moment to remember what she had been feeling lately. Amelie had not been feeling well lately. Headaches often came and went, and her breasts were pain. Her sense of smell had become sensitive. Amelie's eyebrows knitted together, and then she got up from the bed with a little haste and grabbed the cell phone on the nightstand to open the period app and see when her last period was. For some reason, when she was about to open the period app on her phone, her heart suddenly started pounding. It was as if she was already sure that the answer she got was something that would disappoint her and shake her sanity. The woman, who was still wrapped in navy pajamas, then took a deep breath before finally exhaling slowly. "Calm down, Amelie, calm down. Ev
Amelie felt weak after seeing three pregnancy test kits showing the same result, with two red lines lined up. She didn't know what to do now. Was telling Jonathan about her pregnancy the right choice? She was so worried that the same thing would happen again. Jonathan would tell his family, and Theresia would ask her to abort the innocent fetus that Jonathan had planted in her womb. Instantly, the tears that had been receding fell down her cheeks. She would not be able to repeat the same story, bearing the pregnancy alone and raising the baby alone. Truly, it was a heavy responsibility. Amelie's reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door from outside. She quickly wiped away the tears until there were none left. Although her puffy face could not be hidden at all,. "Amelie, open the door." Marie anxiously knocked on the door and turned the knob repeatedly. Since her return from work, Amelie hasn't come out of her room; even now, the door is locked. Marie was worried that somethi