BRYANIt's 5:44am and the only glow in my room is from the screen of my phone, as it lights up from a text,_17th of next month, 2pm, Family house. Try to be there Bryan, Dad doesn't want excuses because of ‘work’. See you there._It's the text from Kel containing details for the meeting Dad has called for whatever god-damned reason.Once it's family, I hate to talk about it, don't get me wrong, it's not enmity or anything, but with them, my words never hold value. I like to think that ironic, considering I'm the first born, and first son, but I'm barely allowed to air my opinions.They consider me rebellious because I followed my dreams to becoming a Surgeon, instead of joining in the ‘Family business’. Which is why Kel's opinions are held in higher regard.I take a frustrated breath and pull the sheets back over my head, but my bladder forces me to the bathroom.An hour later, I take instant coffee and half a burrito left over from the takeaways I got from the Mexican restaurant and
DIANABryan's house is unlike anything I've ever seen, from the open door to the wide hallway, the walls of the hallway, filled with photographs of children, obviously not his. The hallway opens up to a living room by the left, and a kitchen, much bigger than my own living room, by the right. The living room has a beautiful fireplace, expensive drapes and furnitures, and a formal dining room by the corner. The house is beautifully decorated with some bright flowers, it smells amazing, and there are few scented candles here and there.“It's quite a place you've got here Bryan.” I say, slowly spinning to take in the view of the house.I never got to see a home like this, let alone live in it, it looks like one of those homes where the whole family stays in together and live happily together. This place could house an entire extended family. “Thanks, I got a few things for dinner, I'm cooking.” He says that smirking at me like he's trying to tell me he's very good at cooking. “Want
BRYANPressed against me, Diana smells like vanilla, her hair smells like fresh apples, just like my mum's hair used to smell, and they instantly remind me of everything my mother was. Then the urge to have her builds in me, but I don't know if it's something that she'd want. She seems so focused on the show, while I'm so focused on her, on her body, her hair, her laugh, how she smells and how she talks, how I want to have her, how I NEED to have her. She occasionally pushes her backside to the girth of me, I still can't tell if she's doing it purposefully, or if it's just the excitement from the show.I rest my hand on her thighs, stroking gently and casually, and even though I want so much more, I make my moves slowly. My strokes on her things causes her to push back into me even harder, arousing me and causing a swelling in my loins.“D” I moan out, softly, and unintendedly.She turns around to face me, fixing a hand on my hair, and the other on my arm, to steady her on the couc
DIANAResting against his chest, I feel a wave of warmth rush through me. It's comfort, It's peace, It's happiness, It's all the things I never thought I could experience, heck I never even knew could exist with a person. I want to blame it on my parents, and how I grew up, but I guess the circumstances choose you, you don't choose them. Maybe this is what love should feel like, maybe there is actually love, my mother might not have been so lucky with it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist... right?? RIGHT. I think I found my safe place, my happy place, I think I found my “one”. I think I found love.********The incessant ring from a phone pulls me out of sleep. I look around me briefly, and even though the blinds are shut, I can tell it's morning already, maybe a little past 6.The ringing continues and I'm self aware again, it's Bryan's phone, he's wide awake, his head resting on his arms, and his eyes staring at the ceiling, but he's not answering the phone.“Bryan” I call o
BRYANMaybe it's odd that a place like this is my favorite place to visit in the city, now that I think of how random it is. I used to come here after every major surgery or long shift in the hospital, especially if I didn't have sex already arranged for me after such hectic periods. If it wasn't the orphanage, it was this... place.I come here to look at the art and the happy people while I eat tacos, and it subconsciously became a resting space, and gradually, a favorite place, and I'm glad I gave that to Diana, so glad.“Tacos?” I ask her with my hand around her neck while she's still mesmerized by the view of this place.“How about Ice cream? I've been meaning to try a mint flavoured Ice cream.” She says with a wide smile and her hands jammed together.“You're trying to bribe me with your pretty face, D.” I say, taking little, tiny steps away from her. “Not. Gonna. Work.” “I'll go on my own then” She says and immediately, she walks right around me and then walks towards the Ice cr
DIANAThe ride home is quiet, it's a silence that screams volumes_ pain, sadness, remorse... if Bryan even feels that at all. I reckon he is, considering the look in his eyes and how many times he has stolen looks from my side. I keep a straight face, even though I want answers, even though I'm hurt, I act like I don't, I act like I'm unbothered.And sadly, this is life. It should be a bed of roses right?, but it isn't. Life can be sad, it can be beautiful. The people in our lives get to choose how they make you feel about life. they either make life beautiful or ugly to you. Less than 48 hours ago, Bryan made my life beautiful, now, he has me wondering how life could even be so sad. It might seem a little matter to make a big deal of, but he was going to leave, without telling me, just like that. I can't even imagine what I'd have done, the thoughts that would have run through my mind, he could have at least let me know, we could have talked about it.“Thank you for the lift.” I say
BRYAN It's 6:30pm, and I'm in my car, outside my apartment, thinking of what explanation I could possibly give to Diana that would nullify my actions. To be honest, I don't know why I didn't tell her, maybe I was living in denial that I was going to go, maybe I didn't want what we had to change. And now I feel like my father, doing things for my selfish reasons without the thoughts of how I could be affecting the other person.I start the car and drive to Diana's apartment, Once I get there, I text her to come out, and she's out in five minutes.“Hey”, I'm stunned when I see Diana, she looks tired, like she hasn't gotten any sleep since yesterday.“Hey” She replies in a flat voice. She gets in the car and shuts the door, looking away from me.“You look like you haven't gotten any proper sleep D.” She turns her head to me and watches me with a frown for a few seconds and then looks back out the window without giving me a reply.“I guess we're still not talking then.” I look back at h
DIANAIt's been one week since my resolution with Bryan, we still haven't talked about his move, but he promised me that he would think about it and let me know his final verdict, which I'm hoping will be to stay back, and even if he doesn't get to stay back, I'm hoping we can find a compromise.I hope with every inch of me that I don't sound selfish everytime I wished that he would stay back, I'm just not ready to let a good thing go.I checked the little box he gave to me in the car that day, and it was a locket. It had a portrait that he sneak took of me on our third date on one side of the locket, and my favorite quote on the other side: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”_Williams Shakespeare (The tempest).It made me smile so much that I forgot he was going to leave, and it made me realize I didn't want to lose Bryan. This past one week has been busy for me, I had field work for some hot news, and Bryan had back to back surgeries. So we've basically been living off te