You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

TWO

SONYA POV :

-" Hey Sonya, they want you in the office "

Jenny's voice shakes me off like a storm; I must have fallen asleep while working on this scoop about this wealthy family affair.

-" Huh ?"

She grimaces. " Jeez. you look haggard "

I knew all too well: I couldn't even look at myself these days too, but hearing it from others still left a bitter feeling in my chest. Though, to be fair, it was not like I have spent any minute on myself either.

-" I SAID THEY WANT YOU IN THE OFFICE "

I jolt up from my chair as I stand on my wobbly legs. I thank Jenny and I run to the bathroom to "fix" myself, I was hoping for decent, or at least similar to that when dealing with the higher-ups.

Moments later, I fake strut my way to the office and I wait.

-" Miss Roberts, take a seat "

I oblige.

-" We have reviewed your proposal of joining our news reporting team "

The day has come.

I remember the day where I sent this proposal as if it was yesterday; I remember back then how the mere idea of appearing on TV used to cringe every fiber in me.

[8 Years ago ]

It was only our 2nd day since we decided to date. Everything was perfect, the days seemed to go slow, and Becky and I were inseparable.

Yet, every time we had to say goodbye felt like the end of something, as if, with every step forward in time, a light bulb went off.

At Becky's 2nd favorite hidden spot, we were aside from her dad's school - their vacation house in the mountains.

It was early morning, I thought she was crazy, but Becky insisted we assist to the sunrise together at this spot: the very top of the hill. It seemed too far, and it has taken me at least 5 stops to catch my breath, and every time I did, Becky laughed at me teasing me about how I had "grandma's legs".

But when I rest my head on her lap, sitting under a cherry tree, all the fatigue dissipates into thin air. It was cold, but our hearts were warm,

alive.

I begin fiddling with her fingers intertwined in mine.

-"Should we make a wish ?"

She lingers on my question.

-" What would you wish for ?'

I chuckle. " It is a secret"

-" Not fair! I'd tell you mine " She says in protest.

I take a glimpse of her dazzling face.

-" what would you wish for ?"

-" For this not to end "

Her eyes didn't weaver a second from mine, and something seems to have broken in me. She was not saying a word, not making a mere sound, but she knew; It was too late for me to falter. I have already made up my decision, one she couldn't possibly understand; No matter how much I loved her, she still was Becky Jones.

The heiress of one of the 10 richest family businesses in the country.

-" Your turn now "

I bring my head back on her lap. " I want to become a reporter "