My messy brown hair covers my face. I woke up as usual with the feel of his touch on my cheek. But he's nowhere to see, hear and feel. I close my eyes again to feel his touch. I begin to pray inward to feel his familiar touch again. But nothing came. It happens only when I get late to wake up. It seems to me his hand caresses my cheek. When I open my eyes, it's only me. It makes me feel uncertain.
My throat feels choked. He hated to see tears in my eyes. I tried my best to hold my tears back at his funeral. But I couldn't help when it was coming itself. Pain is still buried inside me.
Every night, I promise myself not to keep him in my thoughts. But I break my promise every day. My life has stopped moving.
I advance my hand and grip the photo frame. His smiling face comes into view. His dark locks were covering his forehead, he was wearing his favourite black leather jacket in this picture. His face was oval, clean shave, dark blue mesmerizing eyes, strong jawline. He was the most handsome boy in college. Every girl wanted to be with him. But he chose to be mine.
I smile, looking down at his smiling face in the picture. His one arm was wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me back to his chest. After this click, he took me in a tight hug.
That was our last hug. My eyes turn glassy. I miss him like hell. I saw his dead body that day. I inhale deeply.
I draw myself out of the bed. I drift my feet toward the glass wall. I press the button and the curtains begin to remove.
I smile as I promised him to smile with every ray of the sun. I close my eyes, recalling his smiling face. I hope to spend my entire life with him. He was an orphan. A good couple adopted him when he was ten. They and I were his family. He always talked about his brother. I never got the opportunity to meet him.
I try to blank my expression, push the pain away but it is impossible when the pain continues to slice. Things are getting worse every day. I'm not talking about money.
"It seems like a lovely day," I speak to myself. But I wanna speak these words to him, want his naughty retort and laugh like hell.
I can't bring him back when he's so far away. I look at the sky where he's supposed to go.
My stomach grumbles, breaking the chain of my thoughts. I wanted to be crazy with no boundaries with him. It shattered with his death. I frown looking at my stomach.
I need to shower first. I head to the washroom and kick the door close behind me.
It has been three years. Louis died. My business is ruined. Indeed, I couldn't concentrate on anything after his death. It took me a year to accept his death.
My father insists that I should go out with my friends and choose someone for the wedding. I'm not interested in marrying anyone. I loved, once. I can't do it again. I have told every guy my father has sent to meet me that I love someone. They left me without a word. I'm going to do it again. I belong to Louis, though he doesn't exist in this world.
Love never dies!
I look at myself in the mirror. My ivory long dress with pink flowers printed on it, going with my curves. I spend my days as I used to spend when he was part of my life. He still is, but I can't see him, feel him, talk to him, hear him. He's the brightest star in the sky.
I brush my straight long brown hair and look at my eyes. He likes my eyes the most. But I don't find anything special in my light woody brown eyes. I grab the lipstick and put on some pale nude color. A little mascara later. I don't look again at my reflection.
Sauntering away from the mirror, I grab my purse from the glass table.
It's just a date. I'll get rid of him soon.
I head to the door. My heel is clicking against the marble floor. The guards got a sign and the door opened before I could reach the door handle.
"Good morning, Ma'am," John says. There's no smile on his face. He's six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders with a giant look. But he never scares me.
"Good morning, John," I say and step into the elevator. I stare at the grey metal walls without thinking anything. John and two more guards walk in and John presses the button.
Yes! I have an elevator in my father's mansion.
I have no special friend to hang out with on weekends.
"Ma'am," I blink my eyes, hearing John's loud but calm voice. I look at him, "This way, ma'am." He says.
I nod and hurry out of the elevator. Another guard opens the door of the black Mercedes at my sight. I don't know everyone's name. I didn't notice. But there aren't as many guards as there used to be.
"Thank you," I say and get in the back seat of the car.
I wait for the driver to board in. John walks toward the car and holds out a paper bag. It's his daily routine. He's not just my bodyguard, appointed by my father but also takes care of my needs like an elder brother.
I have made his life hell at least for a year. I was expecting him to leave his job like other guards, but he is stubborn.
I keep it aside and look out of the window as the car begins to move.
He seems different. He wants to meet me for breakfast, not late-night dinner or at a club. It doesn't matter. It's not a date. He'll walk away like others. I glance around. The clock is showing, it's going to be nine in the morning. I don't know his name. When I attended lunch with my dad and uncle this weekend. Dad insisted that I should meet him. I couldn't deny him. I blink my eyes, still looking at the clock, hanging far on the top of the wall. So everyone could see it. "I didn't make you wait," A smooth, deep, and sexy voice reaches my ears. I look up to see. My heart starts to race as my gaze meets his dark blue eyes. I never thought to compare Louis' blue eyes with anyone. Looking into his eyes makes me feel. I'm looking in L
Two shiny shoes come into the view, parting the dark smoke away as it is making the path for him itself. My heart is beating in my ears. His dark suit was shining under the red glow. My whole body starts to shake in fear. I lift my gaze to him. He's tall, fit, and has broad shoulders. His hair cut is stylish and long from the top of his head. The locks of his hair are reaching the lobe of his ears and blocking the view of his forehead and eyes. "Can you help me?" I look at Luce. He's lying unconscious on the ground, his face is down. I'm scared. I don't wanna see another death, "I need your help to carry him out." I choke. I look around to find a way. It feels as if the dark smoke has engulfed us. The air I'm inhaling feels pure to me. All these things are frightening me. I want to crawl away but I can't leave him here in this eerie place. I look back at the gentleman, wondering. No
I flutter my eyes open. I hear the sound of a blast hovering in my mind and everything turned dark after that. tears fall down my cheeks for unknown reasons. The hushed whispers stop around me and my loud heartbeat begins to beat in my ears. "Sarah!" I feel a grip over my shoulder. My gaze meets with my dad. He looks worried, "Call the doctor, Leo." He says to his assistant. Leo is close to my father's age. He's leaner and more agile than my father. They are friends from their school time. Like Louis and I. I feel nervous. I try to push myself out of the bed. But my father's hand over my shoulder stops me, "You need rest." He offers a smile. Which I couldn't return. "She looks perplexed," My head jerks in the sound direction
I flick my eyes from my plate to my dad. I have half eaten my food. I don't have the courage to start the topic again. But I just can't sit here and let this happen. He knows. I'm not strong enough to fall in love again. I won't find love. It's becoming fussy. Batting my lashes, I look at my father. He's eating his meal, only the sound of cutlery echoes in the dining room. "Dad!" I start. I want his full attention. A little part of me is positive, just a little. He holds out his index finger. His gaze is down at the plate as he cuts through the streak, "Finish your food, princess. You should eat properly. Every bride wants to look beautiful on her wedding day, " His gaze is still resting on his food. That's f
I open my eyes and my mother's smiling face comes into view. I cover my mouth with my hand as I yawn. I straighten my back jerkily. Wasn't I sitting on the edge of the bed? Dad never comes into this room, not at least in front of me. A smile appears on my face. It fades as soon as I recall our last night negotiation. I climb down the bed and run to my room barefoot. I push the door and walk over to the nightstand and grip the photo frame with both hands. I look at his smiling face, his dark blue eyes. I feel a swift of air around me. I smile, forgetting all my problems. This is the time of the day I enjoy the air around me. It will look insanity to the watcher but I don't care. He has gone far away in the sky but I can feel h
. I took a nap in the car while returning home from the orphanage. I didn't see it at first but there were only a few pounds donated by my father. It is an unsettling feeling. I didn't pay attention to business. In reality, I've spent the last three years in my room, caging myself. It feels cumbersome to deal with the world outside of the walls of my house. When Ben pulls the car over. I pause, staring out in the front garden, "I don't know there's a party." I say as I open the door and put my right feet out first. I look at Ben, "Do you know about it?" I ask Ben. His smile answers me, "Mr Green wants to surprise you." I nod my head and climb out of the car. I close the door behind me. My gaze rests on him directly. His deep blue eyes!
I climb down the stairs, wearing a black long dress, my hair straight and down. I keep my gaze on my father. though I want to smile. Dad smiles at me. He stands near the last step. I smile, but it falters when I see Luce walking toward my father. He mutters something. Dad leans in to hear him. He's taller than my father. With a nod of my head, dad walks toward the courtyard. I fasten my steps and look at him with a frown, "What have you told him?" I stare at him. He smiles softly and roams his gaze on my dress. His hands shoved in his pockets, "It seems a ploy for attention," He accuses. I blink in disbelief. I put my step on the last stair. I glare at him in his eyes. I push my emotions away, "What did you say?" &nbs
I could sleep. I keep on curving on my back most of the night. I close my eyes. But it also couldn't help. Exasperation! I sit up and drift my gaze around. The electric and fashionable lamps are spreading dim light in the room. This house also belongs to him. In my sorrow, I forget. Dad may need me. I have brought this upon me. I can't blame anyone. I pick his picture and run my thumb on it, "Will you forgive me?" I pause, looking down, "Try to. If you couldn't. I'm prepared for punishment." Tears pool in my eyes. Pure annoyance flashes on my face when I look at the ring, "Luce is handsome. So gorgeous. Um, every girl's dream. But he's not my dream. You're my dream." I smile looking down at his picture. I feel hurt, saying it aloud. I don't know. Why? I don't even kno