It was quite an odd happening. First the letter, then the threat, and then Ivan appearing out of thin air. I was not even sure who my so-called lover
was but needless to say, I was terrified of whoever this person was. The fact that he dared to threaten Liza's life, chilled me to the bone, and I felt truly helpless.It occurred to me that it could just be a silly prank by someone, but something felt really odd. Everything felt so confusing and consuming. Like I was standing in the eye of the storm with debris all around me, moving in a circular motion.
After that strange meet up with Ivan, I decided to call him in. Especially because Liza had no idea about what happened at the weekend when she was at Max's house. The more secrets I kept from her, the more I felt out of breath, as if two invisible hands were smoldering me.
"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, Rosie. I didn't expect this." She made a pouty face and served some cheesec
I was lost, lost in the green pools of ocean. The long dark green strokes spreading from the pupils with those minute and intricate yellow freckles adorned his eyes like a rare gem. I could get lost in them, I could get lost in the green maze and never find my way out. Those eyes were still like a statue, staring at my soul through my eyes. His long yet not so dense eyelashes blinked once which was enough to break his hypnotizing effect on me. My eyes focused on the surroundings and realization hit me like a lightning bolt. I was totally squished against Mr. Dimitri's chest with his arms bound around me. Our chests were against each other, breathing in the same quiet rhythm with our faces only inches apart. His warm breath was fanning my, now heated, face while his eyes were on my red-tinted cheeks. In a flash of a second, I pushed myself away from him and averted my gaze to my wet boots. I tucked a strand of my raven hair behind my ear when I hea
"Where did you run off to?" A face only two inches away from me asked in a suspicious tone. I was on the ground, straddled by a body on top of me. "You think I will never know? Do you really think I am so naive? Tsk, tsk." Both of my hands were pinned by the hands of my captor, nails digging into my skin, bruising my abnormally pale skin. "Please get off me! Let me explain! This is not going to work if you are planning on pushing your face into my face because I am not into girls. Got it, Liz?" I couldn't stop laughing at Liza's possessiveness. She was like one of those pets that came running towards the door when they haven't seen their loved humans all day long. Liza got off me, but her suspicious eyes were still on me as she grumbled like a child and folded her arms on her chest. "Now, do you care to tell your best friend where you went without her. Wait! Did you have a date with someone? Oh my god! Oh my god! Spill the beans
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I was lost yet again in those mysterious green orbs, staring at me with something undecipherable. Those eyes could look right through me, at my soul, and I won't even protest. How could green be so mesmerizing? I never understood how people said that you could read anyone by looking them in the eye. Maybe you can feel it? Just like I could feel his gaze on me. Those hypnotic eyes narrowed a bit, annoyed maybe? Scrutinizing me, trying to read me, expecting me to look away, but I was trapped in those green meshes. Numerous thoughts crossed my mind, numerous questions whirled around in my head, but that would mean that I will have to confront him. I was still confused by his actions and I really wanted to solve the mystery named Dimitri Nevada. Maybe it was good luck, or maybe it was just a coincidence when I felt the chair in the next row, just beside me screech, diverting my attention to the famous jock Abel. I can't deny that I was thankful for the di
It was raining, again. The cold, strong and innocent drops of calmness fell from the sky, splattering on the windowpane in my room. It was strange, how the moon was able to shine through the angry clouds. A distant clapping of thunder rattled the windows while I cowered in the thick covers. The rain didn't show any sign of stopping its shower, nor did my tears. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes clear, those traitorous tears leaked down my cheeks and drenched my pillow in my misery. Sad, didn't even cover what I was feeling. Maybe I was hurt? Lonely? Hopeless? Maybe I was all three of them, but all I felt was the pain. Liza was still angry with me. She denied coming downstairs and have dinner with me. The only sign of her presence I felt was when I heard her going downstairs in the kitchen and the clatter of pots and pans as she made dinner. Giving her some space, I stayed up in my room, locked and lonely. Was I sad? Is this what they call dep
Sometimes I really wonder, is there really some kind of deity up above us who decides our fate? We have heard of a presence named God who has created all this around us and what we see but there is no solid proof, is there? There is a reason behind everything that happens in our life and I like to believe that it happens only because of our actions. I am not saying that I don't believe in God, I do but sometimes it becomes hard when the faith, you believe will make it all right, fails in helping you out and when the hope you lean on makes you more hopeless. You lose your trust from the most trustworthy figure in your life, God. I don't know whether I was losing hope or faith, but I was surely letting my reason to live this life slowly slip away from my fingers. You can only take so much after you lose yourself. I watched as the rain kept on raging throughout the night, I watched as the moon hid under the dark clouds only to resurface again, I watched as the s
I don't know how it feels to have a family who loved you dearly, cared for you, and supported you through your hard times. I don't know how it felt to lose one's parents in the blink of an eye and be orphaned for the rest of their life. Liza did. It is strange how you come to understand the value of things only when it is snatched away from you. It is cruel, but maybe it was always the same. I admire Liza and how strong she is, but sometimes her strength falters, and she crumbles down. Maybe she is not strong but insecure to let her true feelings out. She has her fears and to cover them up she puts on the mask of strength. I think this is a defensive mechanism, one that I have mastered in the long term of events. Instead of strength, I chose isolation. Isolation from everyone except Liza. The fumes of heat rose from the coffee mug in my hands. I looked up at Liza as she finished reading the letter she received from her grandfather. Well, it
Life becomes very hard when you don't have anyone to share your feelings with. You feel like you are caged in a claustrophobic room with no doors and windows. It's strange how there are so many people living in this world, yet there are only a few people whom we call our friends. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if everyone on this planet knew each other and were mutual friends. Would it have decreased the number of suicides or the number of people in depression? Would it have made all of us happy or too self-conscious? It's not possible to mentally connect with everyone and be friends with them at the same time. You can not keep everyone happy because either way someone somehow always gets hurt. So I would rather have a best friend and share everything with her than be friends with everyone while being lonely inside the whole time. I would rather have Liza by my side than a bunch of popular girls who don't even care if you die. The snow-crus