Chrisanna The whole day has been really stressful yet I had fun working with a team. Nichole joined B. Corp and it made things easy for me. I thought everyone hated me but there were only a few who were too jealous for no reason. I got along with a few people too. "It's just that Scarlett has a huge crush on Mr Vance", Kenya says, laughing as we leave the conference room after the meeting ended.Oh, bitch! I knew it."She thought she would be his favourite employee but you didn't have to make an effort to be one", Gizelle adds. "So, she was just freaking out and hating on you"I try to keep my calm with my lips pressed. Cooper is giggling in a low tone. I throw him an eye roll. "It's not like I'm his favourite", I shrug. "We don't mean in a bad way", Kenya says. "Why do all the women employees develop a crush on bosses", Henrick shrugs. "I mean they have colleagues too. Good look, what say, Cooper?""I have a girlfriend. So, I don't care", Cooper shrugs, making all laugh."I regr
Samuel As I trudge into the room, exhaustion etches onto every line of my body. The day had been long and gruelling. My eyes land on Zoey sitting at Chrisanna's side of the bed with displeasure on her face. She lets out a small meow at me. I hate it when cats or other pets are on my bed. But I don't feel any kind of frustration at this moment. I walk to the bed and slump on my side, tilting my head at her."You miss her?" I ask, knowing she can't understand a thing. However, she lets out a painful meow.Is that a yes? Maybe, I don't know the cat language. Chrisanna is good at it.I look down at the concrete floor, sighing. "I miss her too", I mutter. "More than I ever missed her. It was easy back then. Now, it feels like hell"Zoey meows again as if she's saying, "I got it, man!""She's mad at me. Wasn't it supposed to be me? I mean— I have a right to get mad at her once—" I halt. "Well, I have always been mad at her. But this is the husband-wife kind of"She again responds. I can
Samuel Chrisanna is in the ICU. She has severe head injuries and lost too much blood. She might have gotten a fracture on her leg too. At this point, her condition is serious. I'm standing against the wall facing the door of the ICU, my eyes fixed on the door but I can't see her through the small window due to the doctors surrounding her. The urge to barge inside there and watch her is killing me inside. I know how much she hates hospitals. She's anxious around doctors and obviously hospital beds due to her worst experience when she was a kid. I still remember how nervous she was when she broke her arm in school and cried until I went to her while the doctors were preparing the plasters. She kept squeezing my hand while sweating and warned me not to leave. I wish I could do that today. My shoulders feel stiff and tense as my hands tightly clench at my sides when anxiety overwhelms me. Every time a doctor or a nurse comes out of there, my heart skips and I rush for any single ne
Samuel The atmosphere is contained in comparison to how it was a couple of hours ago. My eyes avert straight to the ICU and the door is still closed."Samuel!" Mom ejaculates, walking up to me. "Where have you been?" She holds my arms. "I'm sorry I couldn't check on you. You're doing okay?""I was around. I'm— okay", I say."Well", she smiles with her eyes flickering in joy. "The doctors said Chrisanna's condition is under control. They don't know when she'll regain consciousness but she's out of danger"A wave of relief washes over me with mixed emotions flooding my mind. Nonetheless, it matters the most that she's out of danger. I feel myself smiling in disbelief, looking down. When I look up at Mom again, Uncle Scott comes forward with a mild smile. But I feel my smile fading away. It feels like a disappointment and I part my lips, looking for words to apologise but before I could say anything, he took me into a heartfelt embrace, patting my back. I remain silent, sensing the si
Samuel My eyes struggle to believe what I see— she's lying motionless and heavily bandaged on the hospital bed. She looks so vulnerable and fragile, and the severity of her injuries is evident in the numerous tubes and wires snaking around her arms. Even though she's out of danger, I don't think I wanna see her in this condition. It's been a while since I'm here, just staring at her and watching her breathe. She has movements— those muscle spasms as her eyelids quiver and her fingers move. It means nothing, but deep down it makes me feel better that she still doesn't feel the pain, does she?I badly wanna know. "Hey, firefly!" I lean closer to her face. "I'm not sure if you would want me this close to you and even if you don't want that, you can't ask me to leave"I pause for a while, wondering if I should continue. I inhale deeply. "I just wanna know if you feel the pain when you're not here mentally. Do you feel the ache when you're in another realm? If you don't, I will not ask
Chrisanna After coming home, mama and Fifi, both went on to a full-on nursing mode. They finally left me alone after feeding me the whole bowl of tasteless soup and I grabbed a magazine to kill time since Samuel disappeared again after bringing me home. So, he's still in that angry mode? Then why did he have to come here? He should have stuck with his stupid anger and let me be. I'm so frustrated that I don't feel like doing anything. Straightening myself, I toss the magazine aside and strive to get up from the couch. I just asked Mama to shift me to the couch from the bed but my restlessness won't let me stay in a place for longer.It's hard to handle yourself with a fractured hand, for sure. I struggle to get onto my feet while pressing my left hand against the wall. In the next blink of my eyes, I feel myself lifted in Samuel's arms. I was definitely not ready for this. He just appeared out of nowhere. As I keep gawking at him in disbelief, he leads me to the bed without a word
Samuel I started distancing myself ever since I was young. It was when I was ten and I got the opportunity to get into one of the most renowned schools through a sports scholarship. Spending five years of my life alone as a child was difficult but I preferred it that way. Mom would come to visit me every month, driving more than two hundred miles to spend the weekend before I eventually moved to the UK for a whole year when I was fourteen. I hadn't seen Mom for a whole year. My scholarship could be renewed since the club didn't want to lose me. But I didn't take the opportunity after I was done with the last league I played in the UK. That was the year I turned fifteen, yet to finish the tenth grade. The new school year was about to start and I was torn between the two decisions to make. Either fill in the form and stick with my life as the way it had been, or get a ticket and fly back to Texas. To mom. To everyone. I did the only thing I always did when I needed an answer. I wen
Samuel The thing happened that I feared the most. Mom said it would be best if I joined the school Chrisanna, Eric and Kylee were in because it was the best school in the city. However, she told me I wasn't forced to go to that school if I didn't want to. But St. Blufecent has been the only school in the city which had a professional soccer team and was associated with a huge club. At that point, if I prioritised anything, it was my passion for soccer. I wanted to be in the best team for the best opportunities in future since I left the club that could take me where I wanted to be in the next decade.But at the same time, it was like a risky action to make when I had a full-length distraction growing as a whole girl. The damn girl with whom I shared a brotherly relationship just a second before she crashed over me and all my old sentiments went out of the window. Maybe, that's what happens when you take a break from seeing each other and grow up from kids to teenagers being apart.