Nathan is alone, thinking about his life when Doris enters. She tries to confront him, but he just wasn't buying. He was terrified of a whole lot of things. The emotion of our reunion sealed as a perfect photograph in my soul.He had felt so very angry. He'd felt so deeply bloody angry with the universe, with God. Yet that is so unfair. Everything he had struggled for is exactly what he asked to do. He had en route to achieve what he set out to achieve. The pain that was to come with it, the brutal brutal suffering of his soul was necessary. There was no other way to learn what he had learned. The anger is because he want to be with her. He want to be with you so much but he had to keep his own counsel, his own direction with only the influence of the divine ether that came to the artist. Artists would get that. They've felt what he felt. But there must come a time, a day, a moment when he would get to say he'd done what he set out to do. He really hoped so. Because that was when we g
Evelyn met with Regina that day. Not for anything else besides their main discussion. She had purposely visited Regina and had the meeting scheduled at her house. She loved being a wedding guest. It's as if rockets have been lit beneath the soul. There is such love right out in the open. Everyone feels free to let their happy flags fly. Cynics are silent at last. Birdsong becomes the music of the quiet reflections. Souls are united. To have an invitation to such an event is a blessing indeed.She saw the woman from afar, shivering in fear. Fear of what though? Well perhaps it was because the head of the Queens was right at her house! She gave a satisfying grin at the moment and continued with her discussion. "Well, so you see why it is important for us to meet up?" She said, a satisfying smile working its way over to her cheeks. Her face had been plastered with bright heavy makeup. Again. Just on purpose. She ignored Regina's shivering and continued. "So we can discuss the wedding
Frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept her warm. Isla watched the ice-crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty, content to exist and be. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching her breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. The kind that only stops at the doors of the well-made houses. The cold weather that seeped through any thin cloth to drain the soul, instead feeds the soul of those well wrapped in warm layers of well insulated fabrics.It was the same type of coldness that reached into one's bones, as if their heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do would be to keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. There was a lot on her mind that night. And she even tried her best to get Nathan off her mind. She wouldn't just stop thinki
"Yes?""I am detective Sam Rogers, and with me is my partner.""James West." They introduced themselves and showed him their badges."How may I help you fine officers?""Mr Thomas Castiel, you are under arrest for the crime of murder on Mr Anakin's late parents.""Are you serious? You are arresting me?""Yes sir. Please sir, I would advise you to come with us quietly to avoid any embarrassment.""Officers, what is going on here?" Evelyn questioned as she walked in.""Nothing ma'am, we would just like to invite your husband for questioning at the station.""Station? Please, what is going on here?""Calm down ma'am, you'll know his offense when he gets to the station.""Do you have any idea what of you're doing? You had the audacity, you had the guts to come into my house….and arrest me?""I'm afraid so. I would also advise you to limit your words sir, because anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.""Court of law, what the hell are you talking about?""Ju
He glanced at his watch and frowned. He was late. He picked up the pace, almost running in an attempt to beat time. He had promised his lady that he would be on time and now he was running late.He finally got to the main road and took his place at the bus stop. After waiting for almost two minutes– two extra wasted minutes of his time– a taxi arrived and after a brief negotiation, they were on their way.His phone rang out from his coat pocket and he already knew who would be calling. "I know, I know, this isn't what I planned either. I'm sorry.""You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" She complained over the phone."I am really, truly sorry honey. I'll be there in three minutes… five minutes top.""Get here in two minutes!""I'm in a taxi, I'll be there soon." After he hung up, he noticed the cab driver staring at him through the mirror. "Wife's troubles huh?""Yeah.""I can relate. My Mrs is always stressing me out. But there's nothing we can do about it.""Yeah." He repl
Nathan was furious. There were a lot of things that could cause a man's heart rate to increase rapidly; lots of dreadful things. Sadness clouded his features as his face went blank. 'We're sorry to inform you that…' The rest of the lines on the phone's screen were redundant. They'd rejected his job offer. Again!He glanced up to the ceiling and his eyes filled with hot tears. Shutting them tight, Nathan hoped the tears would stop. His lips pursed, pale blue eyes burning with hurtful rage. He hasn't noticed Doris watching. Doris was his beautiful wife, blessed with all the amazing features that could ever make up a successful woman. She was rich, smart, gorgeous and kind hearted. But he? He was a disaster for a husband. So he thought, even though Doris had told him countless times that they were just going through a rough ride, and they would someday get over it. Nathan was poor, but hardworking. There was almost no company in New York that didn't know him, as he'd visited them all
The phone in Nathan's pocket vibrated again, not long after the first time, and he quickly brought it out to check the caller. Who knows whether the company had changed their mind about the job offer. He quickly wondered whether it had been the company that called him earlier, and he hoped he hadn't made a mistake by ignoring the call. When the name of the caller showed, Nathan instantly picked it up. It was his brother-in-law, Sammy."Hi," he said in the most nice tone he could find, and it was that instant that Sammy began to fume with rage. "Hi? Is that all you can say to your brother-in-law?" The voice of Owen, shrill and filled with hatred spat out. Before Nathan could speak, Owen continued. "I can't even believe my dear sister would marry a poor sad man like you! First thing tomorrow, if you don't let go of her, mother will disown Doris and her unborn child. Can you hear me, huh?! If you know what is best for you, leave her alone!" When Nathan was about to speak, Owen yelled
Nathan was led into a wide living room, where he'd been offered to sit. His shirt had been crumpled due to the way he'd been handled by the hefty guards, but he didn't mind. His hair had been scattered as well. The whole area was sparkling neat and clean, all around its vicinity scenting with a soft essence of lavender. Nathan had always loved lavender. "You used to love the lavender air freshener," said the old man who'd pronounced himself as his butler, Fernando. It was as if he'd been hearing Nathan's mind. He chuckled. Nathan adjusted on the fine leather chair, straightening his posture. "Who are you exactly?" He was certain that the old man neatly dressed before him was not anyone he'd met before. He looked like he was in his sixties, but he was still well built for a man of that age. He wasn't too tall and one could say he was a petite man. His calm eyes were richly filled with mystery that Nathan could instantly tell the man must have lived that age with a lot of experience t