My jaw dropped to the floor as a black helicopter lay before my eyes. It was strikingly stunning enough to stand out from the other aircraft around. "Dad? What is this?" Greyson asked, who's also eyeing it with astonishment. "We'll fly to Santorini using this helicopter." Greyson gasped in amazement. "Really?! That's cool!" "Are you excited?" He nodded fervently. While the two of them seem really excited, my palms are already sweating in nervousness. For Pete's sake, I have a fear of heights. Riding an aircraft and being high up in the air will be the death of me! That was the reason why I chose to ride a bus when I flew to the city from our province. I don't even ride an elevator no matter how exhausting walking up the stairs is because my anxiety always kicks in! "Cleo, are you okay? Your lips are pale." I was snapped out of my stupor when Greyson worriedly asked me that question. I shammed a smile. "I'm fine." I'm clearly not. I'm freaking out at the moment, and I ju
My eyebrows furrowed at what he said. What does he mean by that? "Cleo." I faced Garren. "Yes, sir?" "We need to go now. Stop standing there looking stupid." I felt my hackles rising. Curse him. We rode in a black car once again that led to the hotel. "Cleo, look! The ocean looks so great on this side!" Greyson shrieked, peeking through the window. When I took a look at it, I was in awe. I saw the golden rays of the sun reflecting on the surface of the crystal clear ocean. It does really look beautiful. As the car moves, I notice that the traces of the metropolis are gradually fading into view. I can barely see any infrastructures, and both sides of the road are covered with a canopy of trees and tall grass. Where are we heading exactly? After almost a twenty-minute drive, the car finally stopped. "We're here," Garren announced. I helped Greyson unbuckled his seat belt and he excitedly stepped out of the car. I shook my head. He's full of beans today. The humid sea br
He walked past me. I noticed that he was carrying a surf board on his left arm. I remained on my spot and watch Garren as he starts to surf. I was in awe! He's impeccably moving as if he had already memorized how the waves move. "Woah!" I was astonished when Garren suddenly performed a trick. I don't know what it is called since I'm not really familiar with surfing, but he basically made an S shape in the water. As if my eyes were glued, I couldn't stop watching him. "He's really great." Garren stopped and walked towards my direction unexpectedly. "I'm a great surfer, aren't I?" I stared at him incredulously. "What?" "Deaf," he mocked. "Do you want me to teach you how to surf?" That caught me off-guard. Did he perhaps hit his head earlier and he's asking weird things?! He was making fun of me a while ago and now he's offering to teach me? "Are you just going to stare at me like an imbecile?" I blinked multiple times. "Sorry. It's just unlikely of you to offer such a thing
Greyson and I spent the remaining time building his sand castle. When we went back to the villa to change clothes, Greyson told me that he wanted to take an amble nearby the beach. "You should tell your dad first." So right after we ate snacks and rested for a bit, Greyson rushed to his father, who's reading a newspaper in the living room. "Dad! I want to walk around the island! Is that alright?" He smiled subtly and stood up. "Of course. I'll come with you." "Sure! Cleo will come with us too! We want to take pictures everywhere!" His smile disappeared in the blink of an eye. And it's not just that. His face also puckered. But what made me really appalled was when he went back to sitting. "Is that so? Have fun, then." Greyson frowned. "Why? Don't you want to come with us now?" He lets out a laugh that I'm certain is fake as hell. "I suddenly feel tired, buddy. Perhaps it's because of all the surfing that I did. Don't worry, I'll follow you guys once my legs aren't sore anym
It's the second day of our vacation. The repeated knocks on my door jolted me awake. I was still yawning and rubbing my blurry eyes when I opened it. "What is it?" I grumbled, my eyes still half closed. "You look terrible and your breath stinks." My jaw dropped to the floor when I recognized who the owner of that voice was- it was Garren! That's when I realized that I hadn't fixed my appearance yet. I didn't even bother to brush my hair! Without any preamble, I slammed the door shut, which was a bad decision. "Fucking hell!" I heard his grunt and curse. I was alarmed. He obviously got hit by the door when I slammed it. I'm doomed! I leaned against the door, pondering if I should open it again and apologize to him, or should I rinse my mouth and fix myself before facing him. Before I could even decide, I heard the sound of his footsteps. And in less than a minute, I didn't hear anything outside but heavy silence. I walked back to my bed, clutching my chest. I felt like I had
After that tear-jerking conversation between Greyson and Garren, I went back to my room to fall asleep. I tried to close my eyes for almost an hour, but to no avail, but it was futile. I even resorted to counting sheep in my head, but drowsiness wouldn't visit my body. I irately stood up. I sighed deeply as I realized it was nearly twelve o'clock in the evening. "Maybe I just need some fresh air." With that in mind, I dragged myself from bed and wore a jacket before I stormed out of my room. I skipped down the hallway and the stairs quietly, careful not to wake Greyson and Garren up. I slowly closed the main door before walking towards the shore line. The island was already veiled in silence. But there are still some staff roaming around. The lights coming from the villas are illuminating the surroundings. I took off my slippers and sat on the sand, the water touching my feet. The humid sea breeze is cold enough to send shivers down my spine, but I find it very comforting, . I
It was the second day of our vacation on Koloumbos Island. The repeated knocks on my door jolted me awake. I was still yawning and rubbing my blurry eyes when I opened it. "What is it?" I grumbled, my eyes still half closed. "You look terrible and your breath stinks." My jaw dropped to the floor when I recognized who the owner of that voice was- it was Garren! That's when I realized that I hadn't fixed my appearance yet. I didn't even bother to brush my hair! Without any preamble, I slammed the door shut, which was a bad decision. "Fucking hell!" I heard his grunt and curse. Shivers ran down my spine. He obviously got hit by the door when I slammed it. I'm doomed! I leaned against the door, pondering if I should open it again and apologize to him, or should I rinse my mouth and fix myself before facing him. Before I could even decide, I heard the sound of his footsteps. And in less than a minute, I didn't hear anything outside but heavy silence. I walked back to my bed, clu
While I'm talking to Greyson, I suddenly feel like someone is staring at me. I looked around, and my eyes landed on the table not far from us. There is a group of men sitting there. No one is suspicious among them, aside from this one guy sporting a grey polo shirt. At first I thought I was just imagining things and he's only looking in my direction, but when he flashed a sinister smile, that's when my hair curled up. "Cleo." I quickly averted my gaze from that man and looked at Garren, who had just appeared out of nowhere and is now standing in front of me. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. He scowled. "Are you okay? Your face is pale and you're sweating bullets." I swallowed the lump in my throat and wiped the sweat on my forehead. "I'm fine, sir." From my peripheral vision, I can see that man still staring at me. I thought he would stop his eerie behavior after I caught him, but he didn't. What the hell is wrong with him? Isn't he ashamed at all? "Are you sure?" I don't know if my