Olivia's povI read something by J. R. Rogue, which says, "as children, we were fascinated by magic, as adults, we fear love, at what point did we forget they are the same thing?" I think the second type of pain that I have experienced (the first being from home), was with Colin. You know what they say about first-timers, it was hard to forget about him. It was like, he was stuck in my head and mind.I thought of him all day, I waited for him to call and apologize and tell me that he was sorry but he never did. I had to learn to let it go all on my own. It taught me something vital that would help me throughout my other relationships. 365 fucking days and counting. That is how long it takes to fail to remember a moment of touch. So before contacting anything or being contacted. Recall these words, since it will not be sheep that you will count around evening time, however, days until you are valiant enough again for a touch. I never gained anything from the relationship I was in
Eloise's pov“Finally” Eloise had said relieved that we managed to get in early. We were in our seats at exactly 7:36. While waiting for the show to start, Rose and Jon were arguing about who was smarter and would not get caught if they had decided to not buy tickets and sneak in. Sometimes, it’s like these two forget that I am nearby. I love how they are with each other, they could not talk to each other for some minutes and look like worst enemies to each other and the next minute, they could pass for Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy and Elisabeth Bennett. I must say, I envy it sometimes, Jane Austen's side, not MGM's Tom and Jerry side.“Who do you think it is?” Rose had asked bringing me back to the moment. I was lost for a minute there, lost in my thoughts“Think about what?”“See Rose, I told you Eloise is not her usual self”“C'mon guys, I was just thinking. We all think about things right? I am more than my usual self today. I would not be with you guys here if I wasn’t”“Eloise de
Sylvester's povIt is hard to explain mom's sudden travel. Mom was always worried about where I went, who I met, and if I stayed too long outdoors.It seemed there was more to this than meets the eye. It was unusual, most of all, she had not called since she left.I know I think I can handle myself without her but sincerely, I miss her. The house feels empty and I miss her waking me up in the mornings, seeing the worried look on her face, and her meals.Honestly, deep down, I believed that she was okay. This assurance of faith I could not explain how, but I just knew she was fine and in most instances, my instincts never fail me. ****"Sylvester, are you ditching on me? I have spent almost 30 minutes waiting for you. Gold is not even answering the phone or replying to his messages" an enraged Amber was saying to me when I answered the phone."Get off me, I can imagine your face. You know, anger gives you wrinkles and ages you faster. I will be there in 'Cinco Minutos' dear" I repli
Chapter 63Sylvester's povI did not like the guy from the concert who seemed to bug Joan. Hard to see but I think I have a crush on Joan and she seemed to not pay attention. Paying more attention to Amber was a way of helping me get through whatever it was I felt for her.But you know what they say about first impressions, "first impressions always leave a lasting impression" and Amber did not help matters either. She did not fail to introduce me to Joan as a flirt and had already told her of all my romantic escapades with ladies.At first, it did not bother me. It was a thing of joy and pride when Amber talked endlessly about her it was so easy for me to sweep a lady off her feet.They called me "the ladies man" you know I would brag.On one of those days, Amber had told Kira of a young lady who would not stop calling her to help her appeal to me if I would want to take her back, even as just a friend. And I did not fail to add the pompous nickname I had nicknamed myself."I thin
Anonymous' povI have no idea how long I lay beneath the planks of wood and heavy clay tiles of the crumpled breezeway. Looking back, I realize I must have lost consciousness, if only for a few minutes.All I can remember is something sharp hitting me on the head, and the next thing I knew, I’d opened my eyes to consummate blackness and a feeling that I was being suppressed.A favorite trick of some poltergeists is to sit on their victim’s chest while he or she is just waking, so that the poor soul feels he or she is being suppressed, but can’t see why. I couldn’t see why, and for a second or two I thought I’d failed and that Heather was still in this world, sitting on my chest, torturing me, getting her revenge for what I’d tried to do. Then I thought, Maybe I’m dead.I don’t know why. But it occurred to me. Maybe this was how being dead felt. At first, anyway. This must have been how it was for Heather when she woke up in her coffin. She must have felt the same way I did: trap
“Come on. Let’s get out of here before somebody comes. They were bound to have heard all that.” I nodded toward the part of the building where the priests and nuns lived. Lights had come on in some of the windows. “I don’t want to get you guys in trouble.”“Yeah,” Sleepy said, getting up. “Well, you might have thought of that before you snuck out, huh?”We left the way we’d come in. Like me, David had wriggled in beneath the front gate, then unlocked it from the inside and let Sleepy in. We slipped out as quietly as we could and hurried to the car, which Sleepy had parked in some shadows, out of sight of the police car. Still, I didn’t want to risk anything by trying to sneak past the officer and retrieve my bike. We just left it there and hoped no one would notice it.The whole way home, my new big brother Jake lectured me.He thought I’d been at the school in the middle of the night as part of some sort of gang initiation. I kid you not. He was very serious about the whole t
Joan's povHe spent a half hour grilling me pretty thoroughly…but not about what had happened the night before. To my astonishment, Sylvester and Doc had kept their mouths shut. Andy was perfectly in the dark about what had happened. All he wanted to know was whether I liked my new school, if I was happy, blah, blah, blah….Except for one thing. He did say to me, as he was asking me how I liked California, and was so very different from New York, uh, duh.“So, I guess you slept straight through your first earthquake.”I nearly choked on a chip. “What?”“Your first quake. There was one last night, around two in the morning. Not a big one, really—roundabout four-pointer—but it woke me up. No damage, except down at the Misstly. Breezeway collapsed But then, that should come as no surprise to them. I’ve been warning them for years about that timber. It’s nearly as old as the Mission itself. Can’t be expected to last forever.”I chewed more carefully. Wow. Heather’s good-bye bang must ha
Natasha's POV4 MONTHS LATER"Sis you can do this just push"Sylvester screamed as I panted heavily. Giving birth is not easy, I feel like I'm gonna die any time soon, it hurts so much."No, no, no. I'm weak, I'm so weak I don't think I can do this""Just push, the head is already out. You can do this"Mom whispered with assurance "Argh"I screamed with all my might and the cry of a new born baby filled the ward and I smiled as I breathed heavily. I did it, I'm a mother "Can I hold him?"I asked and the doctor placed my baby in my open arms. I pecked his forehead and he shuddered. I smiled out tears at the beautiful perfection in my arms."What are you gonna name him?"Sylvester asked and I held my baby's little hand"Michael. Michael"I said and Sylvester smiled."You did great"Mom complimented and I nodded with a smile. I did do great"Isn't he cute?"I asked "He's a beauty"Dad said and I smiled "I'm, Natasha"Mom called and I turned to face her"Yes mom""There's something you