We sped down the highway with pulses rising. I looked down at the road with varied cars around. Pieces of sweat crammed my face. I rolled my eyes to Antonio who was making an effort to figure out the remedy to the situation. “What are we going to do now?” I faltered with tears in my eyes. Funny how I had always wanted to die and leave this world and every evil that came with it. Being faced eye to eye with a death situation, I didn’t want to die anymore. I felt the urge and need to stay alive. I felt the need to keep pushing.Antonio gave no rejoinder to my question. He kept cool as though nothing was happening. For crying out loud, we had a bomb down the car plus the brakes failed but he remained aloof as though nothing was happening. It was bewildering to me.“I need you to do one thing for me” he finally spoke and flitted his eyes at me after he quickly dodged a car. “What is it?” I anxiously asked with my knuckles turning white. He sough and looked backward. I looked backward t

“No, no I’m not happy” I had a response but my lips were stuffy as I spoke. Dima’s eyes constricted at me and the amazement on his face was very clear. I really wished I understood why I felt that way or why I even said that but I didn't know why. “You are kidding right?” He seized my arms and ogled deep into my orbs. I gaped at him and jiggled my head slowly. I still felt pain in my heart about Antonio’s death. “This is some reverse psychology thing, right? You are just playing with my head” he chuckled and jerked his head. I stood motionless without a word. The truth is I didn’t know what to say nor did I know what I truly wanted. I did think that I didn’t want Antonio around but then now that he was dead, I felt guilty about it. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you are serious right now. Are you serious?” Dima finally noticed my countenance was still glum. “I’m not joking” I whispered calmly. He quickly gripped my neck and then his hands went to my cheeks. “Olga, I know you are f

Kira stormed up the stairs immediately she apologized to me. I, on the other hand, remained Stagnant on the floor. Antonio Stepped to me. At last, his eyes fell upon me. I couldn’t believe that the one I thought was dead was then standing in front of me. My heart was hefty not because he was alive but because I realized that as much as I didn’t have a preference for him, I didn’t want him dead. He unfurled his hand to me. After a few seconds of hesitation and staring at him in wonderment, with his help, I stood up from the floor. Tears crammed up in my eyes as we locked orbs together. His eyes were more open and it was as though he gave me free access to them this time around. There was something softer about the way he gazed.I hurriedly hugged him and girdled my hands around him, clenching and gluing firmly to his body.“I’m happy you are alive” I whimpered and still grasped him. Holding him one more time was ecstatic. It was also the first time I hugged him of my own accord. I br

My heart ached profoundly when I beheld the image of the familiar lady, the same one I had encountered previously. However, this time, she stood alone in the photograph. Her mesmerizing eyes captivated my attention, while her ebony, coiled tresses harmonized flawlessly with her rosy lips. As I caressed the picture, a surge of anguish coursed through my being, intensifying the pain in my heart. I yearned to unravel the mystery surrounding her identity and the reason for Antonio's unwavering attachment to her likeness. Instinctively, my heart whispered that she was the object of Antonio's infidelity, but doubts clouded my mind. I yearned for absolute certainty.Seated in his chair, I leaned back, my hands remaining steadfast on the table, the photograph clasped in my right hand. I continued to scrutinize her countenance, my face contorted with a mix of confusion and curiosity. As I delved into various conjectures that might align with the circumstances, uncertainty persisted. Each conte

"Emilia?" Guila's surprise was evident, her face contorting with confusion, and her eyebrows furrowing."Yes," I nodded eagerly, hoping she would acknowledge knowing the name or the person. After a brief moment of rolling her eyes, she finally spoke."Yes, I know that name.""Oh, you do?" I questioned, my eyes widening with anticipation. I was completely dumbfounded when she confirmed it. I anxiously awaited her response, desperately hoping for some insight."Yes, I do. There are actually two people I know with that name. One was my classmate back in high school, and the other is also a classmate. Unfortunately, one has passed away, while the other is currently in Spain," she explained. It didn't quite make sense to me."Did Antonio have any connection to either of them?" I pressed, narrowing my eyes. I needed to uncover the truth, as my heart couldn't bear the weight of overthinking the potential links between Emilia and Antonio."No, there's no way Antonio knows either of them," Gui