The moment I reach the hospital, I immediately run to the entrance and ask in the Nurse Station for Dion's room. The nurse who assisted me asks what's my relationship with him, and said it is for security purposes. Ironically, I introduced myself as his friend, when in fact, I turned him down last night. But this is not the time to think about that. I need to see Dion. As the nurse typed something on the computer, I can help but to tap my shoes on the tiled floor because of a mixture of worry and nervousness. And when the nurse finally told me the number and what floor Dion's room is located, I didn't waste a chance. I did a half-run since the floor is tiled and I might slip if I literally run. When the elevator opened, I hastily go in and press the number of the floor where I am about to go. Seconds of waiting, the elevator stops and the moment I got out, I searched for Dion's room. As I finally found it and when I touch the cold metal of the doorknob, my hands went cold and start
"I think I have fallen for you, Zhanaia." "And I am still falling deeply." I failed to stop myself from screaming in so much... happiness. Yes, happiness. I don't know how and why it is hard to explain but I won't deny that what I feel right now is so much happiness. My heart is overflowing with joy and it is not impossible if any moment, my cheeks will be ripped off because of the widest smile I've ever had. I've been like this since I woke up earlier than usual, and last night, I slept with a sweet smile painted on my lips. Dion's confession was lingering in my head and until now, I can still hear his soft voice saying those words that make my heart swell. I can't believe it happened. Oh my god, is that the reason why he wants to befriend me? Because he wants us to be close even more? Is that his way of courting? Oh gosh! Again, I screamed. But this time, I used a pillow to cover my mouth and suppress the noise coming from me. Mama and papa might hear me, and they will su
It has been two days since the confession happened. Nothing seems to change between the two of us, except that Dion is starting to show off the real him.Since the day after his confession, he started showing off his real personality, as well as being vocal but still considerate. He is witty, curious, and daring. Base on how I see men before, being witty was out of the question. Most likely, men are too secretive and silent, wittiness seems to make them less a man. But Dion likes cracking puns and making silly stuff, even when a lot of people around.And as for being vocal, I see it as a good thing that he was not like any other men out there who likes keeping what they feel to themselves and act though. Like it would make them less a man if they are too vocal, it makes them less a man if they show who they really are, and I found it too absurd! I mean, hello, men are still human. They have feelings, heart, and all. Just be
"Diii!" The next thing I know, the girl with a supermodel built body is kissing Dion. I was rooted in my place, unable to move. It feels like there is a strong magnetic force that stops me from doing anything, my feet were frozen in the ground. People that are also in this Opera House for a visit glanced at us, probably because of the girl's loud voice when he called Dion. And what did he call him? Diii? I saw some of them cringe as their eyes laid on Dion who is being kissed by the girl. As expected, when someone kisses a man, the man wouldn't dare to push the girl away. Instead, he will enjoy the kiss, perhaps that's how Dion feels right now. My gaze fell on the cold floor. For an unknown reason, I feel like the world has just collapsed. There is a heavy feeling in my chest. In just a split of a second, the thousands of bolt that I felt as my skin touched with Dion was replaced by a painful fang in my che
Author's Note:Happy New Year, everyone! This is my first update for 2021, and yeps, it's kinda long. I enjoyed writing this chapter, and the fact that there is something for Zhanaia at the end of this chapter, it went far.I wanted to thank everyone who gave and will give this one a try. This is my first ever English novel, I know I still need to improve a lot and I am more than willing to learn. And by the way, I wanted to give everyone a heads up; I am not from Zurich, and I haven't visited Switzerland even just once (though I hope, someday, I can). I am from the Philippines. Some have been asking me, 'Why set your novel in Zurich, Switzerland if you haven't visited the place yet?' And I always say, just because I haven't been in this place, doesn't mean I can't write something about it, right? There's the Internet, youtube, and travel websites. Though I know it would be better if I have seen it myself. I am just trying and exploring, th
"Please give my son a reason to fight. Please, be the reason for him to fight." I felt like the world just stopped revolving, the clock stopped ticking, and someone dropped a bomb in front of me and it explodes right away. My mind stopped working as well, if that's even possible, everything is in a freeze. Mr. Fidel's words are the only thing that circulates in my mind and my surroundings as of the moment, it is the bomb that was dropped in front of me and immediately exploded, and here I am, still doesn't know what's happening. Did I hear it right? Did the father just ask me— no, did the father just begged me to give his son a reason to fight? And that reason is me? Did I hear it right or I was just imagining and hearing things on my own? Because honestly, I can't believe it if that's what exactly happened. I mean, hello? Usually, the father will threaten me to stay away from his son, especially if he doesn't like me, but the opposite happen
"Zhanaia, taking risks is a part of a person's life. Without risk, there's no thrill, no life-changing lessons. And in thousand possibilities of a risk that you are afraid of, you wouldn't know what will exactly happen if you wouldn't try."Caroline's words were echoing in my ears until now. I've been rolling on my bed for quite some time but I still can't find my comfortable spot to sleep— I still can't sleep. I already tried counting sheep while my eyes are closed but I already reached seven hundred, still, my mind is fully awake although my eyes are shut.My unexpected meeting with Dion's father, the favor that he asked, Janice, and Daniel talked to me regarding the favor, Caroline's words, my suppressed feelings for Dion for I am afraid for the possible outcomes if I take the risk— they are all circulating in my head.I sighed."How did I end up in this situation?" I asked myself before I stood up an
"Stop staring!" I glared at Dion was sitting beside me. He has been staring at me ever since I arrived. If I had just known he would just stare at me the whole time and tease me, I shouldn't have agreed to go to his house early in the morning. "Why? Am I not allowed to stare at my girlfriend?" I suppressed the smile when I heard him addressed me as his girlfriend. I bite my lips which is a bad idea because I accidentally bit the wounded part, making me utter an "Ouch!". He held my face when he heard me and carefully caress the small wound on my lower lip, his brows met as he scolded me, "You shouldn't have bite it, I could bite it for you," he said, making me glare at him. "And what? Make it more swollen and wounded than it is now? No thanks!" The moment I told him last night that I am ready to give our feelings a chance, he was fast as lighting to cross the distance between us and kiss me.