"The Ashwagandha plant." Ashton muttered the moment he opened his eyes. He hadn't realised until now that he had been sleeping all these while. He could not even fully comprehend the dream he just had.
What was this dream about and what was this ashwagandha plant he was dreaming about? He wondered as he looked around him. Was it some sort of folklore or something? He asked himself as he sat up from his bed.
What was this dream about? He quickly got up from his bed as he went over to his laptop computer and booted on the system. After which he typed in the name he had muttered out loud right from the moment he had woken from sleep.
On the screen of his laptop computer, the time was four fifteen a.m and he knew that this was supposed to be the time many other people would get up and prepare for their day's activities.
Ashton hastily typed in the word; ashwagandha planted into the system and waited for the computer to fetch the inform
Rebecca didn't quite understand why she was fond of and found herself comfortable in the presence of Myles' friends. She simply couldn't grasp the reason why she was getting comfortable with Myles' friends inviting her over to their hangouts. Today they were sitting out at a park and having a mini picnic party. Everyone who was invited to the hangout were asked to get something for the group, something somewhat fancy and compulsorily eatable. She found herself holding a basket containing all kinds of fruits as she got off from her car and eyed the people who were seated on spread blankets on the soft grass. She had the thought of changing her mind and going back but she shook her head. She wasn't doing this because she wanted to do it after all. She was only doing it to gain connection with them. Especially with Elizabeth Cooper. Who knew, if she became close friends with the daughter of Theophilus Cooper she was bound to get him to favour her as well as wipe away the narrative he h
Rebecca let out a small and sinister smile. She had achieved what she wanted to achieve. She knew the truth and was glad that Laura's action had proven it more. Laura angrily grabbed the bottle and spun it. She probably wanted it to land on Rebecca but unfortunately it didn't. It landed on Elizabeth. Laura let out a small sigh and that seemed to excite Rebecca more."Truth or dare Elizabeth?" She asked her while eyeing Rebecca."Truth." Elizabeth responded and glanced around the room."Is it true that you and Myles were once in a relationship of some sorts?" She asked as she glanced at Rebecca, her temper lowered as she was getting her sweet revenge now. Or so she thought. Rebecca's subconscious rolled her eyes.What a bitch, she thought.Elizabeth let out a chuckle while Myles remained silent. She knew the group was suspecting this already."Well," Elizabeth said. "I wouldn't say we dated. We were just cl
After Rebecca had given the piece of paper to Elizabeth, she smiled warmly at her while Laura rolled her eyes."Is she now your bestie, huh?" Laura asked. She looked quite offended even though she tried her best to make it look like she was joking.Elizabeth chuckled at that."Laura baby," Elizabeth said. "You of all people know how dear you are to me. Your spot in my heart is irreplaceable. You are my bestie for life. " She said and that seemed to warm Laura's heart. Her eyes warmed up too as they no longer held any form of annoyance.Rebecca on her part wasn't exactly excited that Laura and Elizabeth made themselves besties. She rolled her eyes when she saw that no one was looking.That bitch just had to always ruin whatever Rebecca tried to do."Why don't we play some other game?" Myles asked and everyone turned to look at him. He had on his face, this mischievous smile on his lips and that seemed to bother R
Rebecca eyed Myles from where she stood at the receptionist's counter. She was beyond frustrated. She could have just stayed in here for a few minutes, had Myles gone immediately after dropping her off. Now she was going to have to sit through this.... painful appointment. She let out a sigh as she stared at the dumb receptionist who couldn't save a life even if she tried."Like I said," she said to the receptionist. " I have an appointment with Dr Schwartz." She said to her but the receptionist kept insisting."I'm really sorry ma'am but Dr Schwartz doesn't have any appointments with you." She told her and Rebecca glared at her. "If you could provide any valid evidence that shows that you indeed have an appointment with him, then we'll let you meet him. But for now, there is no proof that you have an appointment with him. " She said and Rebecca was silent for a moment.This wasn't working at all. This lame woman sitting here was as clueless as
"A tooth refill?" Rebecca asked the doctor. She was beyond surprised at his words. What did he mean by a tooth refill? What was wrong? What had happened? She wondered as she stared at the doctor waiting for answers."Yeah." Doctor Schwartz responded. " You seem to have a few holes in your inner molars." He told her and that made her eyes widen.She had only come here because Myles had insisted on following her to the dentist, now she just had to sit this through. And now what was doctor Schwartz talking about?"I'm sorry doctor," she said. "But I don't seem to have any problems with my teeth. I've been chewing perfectly fine. And like you said, I've been gagging on a mouth full of warm water after each meal. So there's absolutely no way I have a problem. " She said to him incredulously. She couldn't believe what he was saying to her.Dr Schwartz let out a smile. Then he nodded his head once."I understand your plight M
Rebecca dipped her finger into the water to check if the temperature was alright so she could get in. It felt warm enough since it was raining outside. She picked up the bottle of lavender bath oil and poured a reasonable amount into the bath. She still had the dental gauzes in her mouth and she felt incredibly uncomfortable. Soon Rebecca was ready to have her bath. The soft melodic sound of her old school blues was playing softly out of the speaker of her iPhone and she gently settled into the water, letting out a moan at the way the water welcomed her body. She remained in her relaxed position inside the water, listening to the music while allowing the warm lavender water to touch every nerve of her body. She let out a satisfied sigh. This was by far the best day of her life. She could see. It wasn't exactly perfect since she didn't have a glass of wine with her due to the dental gauzes she had in her mouth but this would do. Rebecca gently shut her eyes while she hummed to the so
"Yeah," the old drunk dude said while Ashton watched him. "Beauty gets into their heads and they ask for divorce. You could have gone for someone else, someone less, prettier." He said to Ashton and he wasn't even slurring. Ashton couldn't tell whether or not he was drunk or if he could still maintain soberness with that bottle of .....was that vodka in his hands? Ashton had thought that it was beer, but upon closer look he could see that this old man probably was having a great night keeping himself warmed up."Want a sip?" He asked Ashton. He had noticed that Ashton was staring at the bottle in his hand. Ashton shook his head no and the man let out a shrug. "Oh well, more for me then." He said and Ashton looked away."You should get married again." The man opined and Ashton rolled his eyes. Okay who gave this guy the right to advise someone else? "I mean, I can see that you're not over this girl." He said to him and Ashton sighed. Too bad he was going to have t
"Today, Mom came over again. She’s been visiting a lot since the divorce, and I know it’s because she worries about me. I appreciate it, but it’s also a reminder of everything I’m trying to move past. She doesn’t realize how much her concern sometimes makes me feel even more broken.I told her I need space, and I hope she understands. It’s hard to explain to someone how much you need to be alone to heal when all they want to do is help. But I have to do this my way.Writing helps. It’s like I can pour all my thoughts and feelings onto the page and see them clearly for the first time. It’s messy and painful, but it’s also freeing. Maybe that’s what healing is supposed to feel like—messy, painful, and freeing.I think about Ashton sometimes. I wonder how he’s coping. I saw him the other day, and it looked like he’s struggling too. Maybe we’re both just trying to find our way in the