That morning, Owen was feeling a little under the weather and so his mind had told him to go out and explore the city. It was such a crazy idea and even he knew that much, yet he only hoped that he would be able to find some peace and supposedly some pleasure as well. He ignored his mother's nagging and went on into the city of Ettavile, ready to explore its ruins and areas.The city had a heart, a rhythm and a beat. It lived in everyone's music, as it played in our sports arenas, it was there in each act of kindness. From the trees in the avenues to the penthouse suite, Ettavile city was alive. The air was fresh this day, almost sweet and floral as the pace of living relaxed to a steadier rhythm.If a city had anything to teach, it was that people needef people to love and care for one another. After all, everyone of us are all connected. That we rely upon one another is the truth. If money disappeared tomorrow, that would be the only reality, and that is what we evolved with and fo
Owen stared at Mitchell with a calm expression, though on the inside, he'd been freaking out. "Um, hi Mitchell." He found himself muttering. What happened to his confidence? He couldn't tell. "W-what are you doing along this path--" "Are you stalking me?" Asked Mitchell. Owen frowned, then an helpless anger began to simmer inside of him. "Why have you suddenly turned into this? I thought you and I used to be closer than this. Why have you suddenly changed, Mitchell?" The young woman smiled. "There's a restaurant just over there. We should head there to talk. Don't you think?" She asked but before she should accompany any reply from him, she her already began to amble over to the restaurant. Owen cowered his head low and began to follow behind, and together in silence, they made their way to the restaurant. "Make your orders and I'll pay." She said, then began to rummage through her bag for her purse. This caused Owen to scoff in disbelieve. "You know I can handle a couple of bu
Nathan slept that night and had a dream. A very very familiar dream.He was in a room filled with people, a lot of familiar faces but set of people he just couldn't trust for some reason. It was very confusing to him.He wondered what was happening.Then next thing, he was in a car and... The accident!He jumped up from his bed. "I remember! I remember!"That was all he could scream until Doris woke up and calmed him down with a hug.Minutes later, they were both in the living room. She sat next to him and buried her eyes on his. "So you remember me?" She asked.Nathan smiled then pulled her closer to a warm hug. "I am so sorry for not listening to you the other day." He tried hard to stop the tears from dropping but just couldn't. If only he had listened to his wife that particular day, then things would have been different."Oh Nathan," Doris held him tightly, crying in the process. "I had thought I would never see you again! I thought you would never remember me again!""I am so so
For the first time in weeks, Isla made her way over to Nathan again, and she couldn't even explain how exactly she was feeling. For one reason, she was angry. Very frustrated that he was still married to his goddamn wife! She loved him and would always do. And yet, not even for once had he reciprocated her feelings. Heaving in a deep sigh, she advanced forward to make a knock on the door. "Don't worry, Isla. Breath it in," and with that, she made a knock on the door. It hadn't been a loud bang, rather barely more than a slight knock, but almost immediately, the door had flung wide open. "Oh God, you're back..." He was standing before her, staring like he had been day dreaming, probably wondering what the fuck she had been doing at his footstep. "Oh I thought you were someone else," he said so apologetically. That frustrated her even more. He had probably been excited thinking that she was his dear wife! She had better not show her true emotions to avoid failing on the first day of h
"Are you insane? You want me to help you keep a close eye on someone? Have I really turned into this? I am supposed to be your lover, Manuel. I should be--""I understand. I get you," Manuel said to her. Trevor was beside him but said nothing."Then what are you saying then, huh?""I just need you to assist me, that's all. I understand about your financial situation, and I proudly want to help. If you would help me."Evelyn had never been that enraged before. He would certainly threaten her, despite knowing of her financial background. Every body kept saying that they knew of her financial background. Was that enough reason for them not to respect her? "Manuel, this is not right. I won't help you spy on someone. I mean, what for anyway?" Manuel glared at her with caution eyes. "Well I can't tell you yet, my love." "Oh, so I'm your love now?" Flared Evelyn. She rose to to her feet, and Manuel probably wondered why. He said nothing and acted cool at the time. "I don't understand anyth
Evelyn was with her other queens, and they had nearly ended their meeting. She listened carefully to Regina's silly talks about how she was powerful and well respected. She purposely pointed fingers at Evelyn, stating that she had been less important just because she was going through some rough times. Evelyn was silent all through the time because she didn't even bother to pay attention to their silly talks. All she could focus her kind was on her family. She realized that her family had been falling apart slowly. He husband had been acting strangely towards her for reasons she couldn't even explain. But then, she hoped it had been for a great cause. She couldn't even put her mind on that for long. Then there was the issue with her daughter and then with her enemies, Fernando and Manuel. Doris wasn't safe at all. And she felt like a terrible mother for not being able to do anything about that. There was always something to do. She would gain power no matter the cost. What she neede
Masking fear was a survival essential where Lidia was from. So much so that she didn't feel fear as others apparently did. She processed it differently, routed it through her prefrontal cortex instead of letting the more primitive brain do the choice-making. Some things we are born with, others are epigenetic alterations, adjustments she guess. So she could be damaged by fear. It could cause her harm to her brain and body the same as others. The difference was that, it shut them down, making her more alert, more adept and creative problem solving. Fear of abandonment became her core belief because of events outside of her control when she was just a child. There were ways to fix and counter that, ways to teach one how to have healthy anxiety-free relationships. One could have great core values. One could believe in good things and have a hero heart. She was worried sick for her daughter, waiting for her to return after hours of disappearing. As the daylight dwindled the tension in S
Regina was a strong woman, and so her brains and discoveries have been ignored and underestimated, undervalued and patronized... yet, alas, not with financial support. So she used that to her advantage. She have had a great positive effect without attention, the same way as housework or cooking does. You keep on "feeding" people, they eat and leave, some thank you and some don't. They will take from you in ways they'd never take from a man of social standing and academic worth. It still sucks though. It would be nice to be respected for what she brought, for what she had figured out and the good effects it had had. She was a passionate woman and was very different from her daughter, Mitchell , who had always lived a life filled with joy and happiness. As a girl, Mitchell loved pretty ribbons and climbing trees. She loved science and poetry. And as well loved having long hair and wearing party dresses. She ran cross-country, competing hard, often being asked to run with the boys bec