Sunday seemed to pass slowly for Abby. She felt bored just staying at home without friends. She had always avoided making friends with anyone. She didn't want the image she had formed from the beginning to be destroyed because people nearby recognized the real her.That's why Abby preferred to spend time in the school or college library. Just by herself and immersed in what she's reading. And that was what people knew her for: a cold, introverted bookworm.However, at thirty, she began to find her life boring. She remembered her childhood—having a male friend, the only one she could trust. Unfortunately, their friendship was short-lived because the next thing she knew, he was no longer in Estern Shore, their hometown.She thought back to Zac, as well as the dinner plans that he had to cancel because of his girlfriend's arrival. It was unfortunate; they should have talked about anything this evening or even more than that.Unfortunately, it was all ruined by the girlfriend's arrival.A
Abby walked alone on the sandy beach. Her feet kicked at the foam of the water moving to the shore. She enjoyed being alone like this; it made her feel calm. Although being between her uncle and aunt made her feel like she had a family again, she still needed a time when she could recall memories of her family.She lay down on the sand, washed by the waves, letting her body get wet and slowly dragged into the middle of the ocean. She didn't want to end her life but wanted to feel the sensation of being between life and death. The thought came suddenly.Her brain didn't even want to prevent whatever she was doing now. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sweeping and cool waves of the warm spring day. Abby felt sleepy because of the rays of the sun above her.Suddenly, a voice called her name."Abigail!"Abby let the voice come closer, confirming that it was real. She wasn't dead and was still on earth."Abby!"She remained still, savoring the warmth and cold of the sunlight and waves th
Sidney and Zac were in the car after their dinner. What had been an intimate and warm atmosphere changed instantly when Zac suddenly looked pensive. His eyes stared straight at the paved road before him, but several times, he almost grazed other vehicles, even nearly colliding. Sidney knew Zac well. He wouldn't be as distracted as he was now if he didn't have something on his mind. "What's wrong with you, honey? It's like you're not really concentrating on the road in front of you." Sidney opened the conversation, knowing Zac wouldn't start if she didn't. He refused to answer at first. He remained silent, not saying a word. Pretending to be focused on the crowded street in front of him when, in fact, his mind was not where it should be. "Zac, you didn't answer my question." Sidney began to look impatient. She turned her body slightly so she could ascertain the look on her lover's face. "Is there a problem at the office? Shouldn't you be happy you won the stock match the other d
Abby stopped the car when she saw who was sitting on the side of the road with a woman. Unmistakably, it was Zac and a familiar-looking girl. Maybe it was the girl named Sidney, Zac's girlfriend. She pulled the car over, rushed out, and approached the two. "Zac? What are you doing here?" Abby asked, and she didn't need to repeat the question when her eyes fell on the reddish bruise on Zac's forehead. Sidney got up and approached her. The two looked like a pair of enemies about to destroy each other. A look of displeasure could be seen in Sidney's eyes, while Abby, who stood before her, looked calm. "Hi, I'm Abigail, Zac's rival and potential business partner. You must be..." Abby reached out to shake Sidney's hand but was quickly brushed off by the girl. "No need for small talk; what do you want to come here for?" asked Sidney sternly. Abby just smiled and then threw her gaze at Zac, who was preparing to get up, just in case of a commotion between the two women in front of
Abby sat on the front porch as her uncle and aunt searched for her. She enjoyed the humid breeze and the warm morning sun. Slowly, Alex and Alona sat down next to her on the gently swaying swing. Alona touched Abby's fingers, making her realize the arrival of her two loved ones. She slowly opened her eyes to stare at her adoptive parents. "Dear Abby, Today I will meet a lawyer appointed by your father to take care of all the assets he left for you. Are you ready to meet him today? If you want to buy some time, I'll tell him," Alex said carefully, worried about disturbing the teenage girl's peace. Abby could have been disturbed because she wanted to live a quiet life without any interference from her father's businesses. However, with her goal of avenging her father, she might want to know how much of an asset she has. Abby turned to Alex, who was still waiting for her answer. "What time do we leave? What should I prepare?" she asked. "Uhm, Abby, if you're not ready to di
Zac walked into Abby's office, feeling awkward. He hadn't gotten over his attitude towards her a few days ago, and now, what was his purpose in coming to the girl's office he rejected even if she wanted just to be friends? Was it to correct his words? Or was it to avenge Abby's cold attitude the other day? Abby pretended to busy herself with a pile of files—which she had actually finished a few hours ago. She was a disciplined leader who would never delay any work. However, for the sake of her plan this time, she was willing to become an actress who played a role with wondrous totality. "Have a seat, Mr. Emerson," Abby greeted, not taking her eyes off the sheet of paper in front of her, though the tail of her eye glanced at Zac's reaction to her formal address. "You called me by—" "Yes. I call you what you want me to call you. Isn't that so?" she shot, who had now raised his face and was staring intently at Zac, making him feel mentally intimida
Abby and Zac had finished their dinner. Although she could not understand what kind of friendship Zac expected, she, who did not take what she did and said to him seriously, did not want to bother. After all, the relationship she built from the beginning with him was only for the sake of revenge. There was no feeling whatsoever in Abby's heart towards Zac. Not at all. Now, they were sitting together watching television, just like best friends. Laughed when they saw a stomach-churning scene, argued when their favorite players turned out to be mortal enemies, and many things they did that seemed very natural. They even joked without limits, almost looking like lovers now. "You just admit that I'm the winner in the end, Abby. You lose." Zac took the dice from Abby's hand while they were playing Monopoly. Not accepting that Zac was cheating, she tried to grab the cube-shaped object that was now in his grasp. "No, Zac, you're cheating. Give m
"Here you are," Alex said, relieved to see Abby just sitting on the shore, playing with her feet in the sand. "Where else could I go? I have nowhere to run, not even anyone who understands," she replied bitterly. Alex sighed at her niece's words. He took his place beside her, facing her, who was casting a faraway glance ahead while twiddling her fingers. Alex understood Abby's character. She would play with her fingers if she were nervous. "I know you're upset with us, but try to understand why we did that." Abby took a handful of sand, squeezing it out of her hand. The sand was just like her; the tighter it was gripped, the more it would scatter out. Alex and Alona had always believed in her choices, but not anymore. She then turned to Alex. "Do you also understand, or at least try to understand, why I'm doing this?" Alex opened her mouth, then closed it again, letting Abby pour out her feelings before he interrupted. She was right; he