“Oh! Can we get a to-go boxes, please?” Krina kindly asks the waiter before he excuses himself.
As promised, Krina invited me to have lunch with her today. Between shoving bread rolls down our throats and a long conversation about the upcoming IPv6 migration project, we hardly touched our food.
I regret none of it. Those were the best bread rolls I’ve had in my entire life.
The waiter returns swiftly with boxes and receipts for Krina to sign. “Thank y’all so much. Y’all have a great day!” he says with a warm smile.
I offer him a small smile, averting my gaze to the half-eaten steak and rice as I slide it into the foam carry-out box.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but…” Krina pauses as she packs her plate. I look up and meet her curious gaze. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
That didn’t take her very long.
I’m not surprised by her question.
It’s not a date. There are people who are punctual–like me. I’m always conscious of time, a sticker for being on schedule. Then, there are people who are not so punctual–like Cade. He believes that punctuality is only warranted for things that ‘matter’ or are ‘important’. Does this fall under the category of ‘important’? It’s 5 minutes to 8PM, and I’ve switched out cardigans twice and rearranged the cushions on the couch four times. I’m not in denial. I’m very aware of how nervous this shouldn’t make me. I’m also very aware of how unnecessarily anxious I am, and if there were a way to cope by merely acknowledging my discomfort, I wouldn’t be pacing so much between re-doing chores that I had already done the moment that I got home. At Bubbles’ very audible sigh, I snap my eyes to meet his beautiful golden-brown ones. “You’re just tired of my shit, aren’t you?” I ask sarcastically. As if on cue, a knock echoes t
Cade’s words hang heavy in the air between us, the reality of the implications of his father’s actions sinking in. I search his face, hoping to find a sign of the man I once knew, a man haunted by the ghosts of a past he can’t remember.It’s like I’m sitting with a stranger…I part my lips to speak, desperate to try to find the words to bridge the growing chasm between us, but I falter. How do you rebuild trust when the very foundation doesn’t exist anymore? How do you move forward when the past is one big mess with holes of missing memories?I take a shaky breath, my fingers twisting together anxiously in my lap. I know I should say something, anything, to reassure him, to prove that I’m still the woman he once loved, the woman he can trust. But the words hitch in my throat, trapped behind the knot of fear and uncertainty.But I’m not the same person I was.My hesitation must
⊰ Cade ⊱The soft glow of Elysian’s apartment envelops us as we sit across from each other, the weight of our past hanging heavy in the air. I search her face, trying to reconcile the woman before me with the hazy memories that dance just out of reach.Now, sitting here, looking at her,reallylooking at her, she looks different than I remember. Her features are more refined, her eyes holding a depth of pain and wisdom that wasn’t there before.I can see it on her face, the desire to have a conversation but unsure of where to start. I clear my throat, searching her soft features. “Tell me something,” I say softly. “Besides how obviously beautiful and smart you are…what was it about you that made me fall in love with you?”I watch as a flush creeps up her neck, coloring her cheeks a delicate pink. She clears her throat, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her cardigan before s
⊰ Cade ⊱As the silence sinks between us, the weight of our history settling over us, I find myself struggling to reconcile the man I am now with the man I was then—the man who loved Elysian with every fiber of my being.The memories are still hazy, the details blurred and uncertain, but the emotions they evoke are as real and powerful as ever. I look at Elysian, taking in the pain and longing etched into every line of her face, and I feel a desperate need to bridge the chasm between us.I want to find a way back to the connection we once shared, even if it means starting from scratch.The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, a plea and prayer all in one. “Elysian,” I say quietly, my voice raw with emotion. “Do you think we could ever be friends again? After everything that’s happened?”I see it in her face: my question strikes her in a way she wasn’t expecting. Her eyes widen as sh
The gym is my happy place, a place where I can lose myself in the familiar burn of exertion and the satisfying clink of metal plates. Thursday evenings are particularly my favorite, the gym is quieter than usual, relatively empty, and I can take my time without feeling rushed.As I work through my bench press sets, the sound of laughter echoes off the concrete walls, drawing my attention to the entrance. Amelia and Anna, the inseparable twins who have become my unlikely friends, saunter in, their gym bags slung over their shoulders and mischievous grins on their faces.The second their eyes land on me, they make their way over, all smiles. “Elys, hey!” Amelia says, overly excited. “We’ve been meaning to ask ya something.”I sit up on the bench, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. “What’s up?”Anna leans against the rack, her eyes sparkling. “Our birthday is coming up in three weeks,
In Cade’s arms, I unconsciously shift my weight to him, trusting that he’ll keep me from falling. I draw my lip between my teeth, focusing on my breathing as he guides me back inside, kicking the door shut behind him. “Let’s sit you down.”“I-I can’t…” I whimper, my voice breaking. “I can’t sit.”He doesn’t hesitate, understanding flashing in his eyes as he nods, adjusting his hold on me. “Okay, let’s get you to bed then.”Oh, God. This is so embarrassing…Shame washes over me, and I want nothing more than to hide my face from him as he helps me to my bedroom, his arm firmly around my waist. When we reach the bedroom, he tries to lower me onto the bed, but the moment I try to bend at the hip, my back locks up, a cry of pain escaping my lips.Instantly, Cade pulls me into his arms, holding me up as I cling to the front of his shirt, my ha
My eyes snap open at the phone blaring, jolting me out of my slumber.What the hell..?With my head still resting on Cade’s bare chest, I lay perfectly my hand slayed over his abs. Almost instantly, he shifts slightly beneath me, reaching for his cell phone and silencing it.The light from the sunrise creeps through the edges of the curtains, and knowing I can't lay here forever, I nearly panic trying to figure out what I should say.He spent the night…Memories of last night play over in my head, and I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment at how I practically threw myself at him. I want to blame it on the pot, but truthfully, all the weed did was make me bold enough to say and do what I really wanted to.Oh, this is bad…this is SO bad.In the next moment, I hear a dial ring through his phone. “Good morning,” he speaks lowly, more than likely assuming I’m still asleep.
Rain. I watch it fall through the window of my dorm room, leaning against the wall beside it as I kneel on my bed, my legs tucked beneath my weight. The tears that stain my cheeks feel cold against my skin, gathering at my chin and dripping onto the hand-written letter sitting on my lap. My lip trembles, a soft sob passing my lips as my eyebrows furrow, the bridge of my nose stinging.What did I do..?My gaze falls to the piece of paper, and through my hazy vision, I re-read the lines over and over again: ‘Ely, I’ve been staring at this sheet of paper for the past two hours, unsure of how to tell you what I need to say. Ely, my dearest Ely, I love you. I will always love you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. You see, I once dreamt about you. Before we met, I had a dream about meeting you. You were standing near the waterfall of our favorite park, wearing that bitsy blue dress of yours that I love so much, and you looke