ONE LAST TIME

"Life goes on" (pt1)

Discliamer: Some of the content in this book can be triggering so read it at your own safety. 

Oh and this was my first book so CrInGe AleRt.

This book is dedicated to BTS 

(Alarm rings)

I snapped awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Every time I dreamt about him, it felt like a piece of my heart died a little."Emma," my roommate and best friend, Hannah, said softly. "You dreamt about him again, didn't you?"I nodded, fresh tears springing to my eyes. "Do you think he's still alive? Will I ever meet him again?" I asked although I knew, the answer to both those questions was a no. I would never see him or talk to him again. But I wanted to.
Just one more time. I wanted to see his face and feel his presence. Even if it was only in a dream.

Hannah's reassurance that she believed I would see him again gave me the push I needed to get out of bed and get ready for work. It had become a routine for me to not sleep well and I was starting to look haggard. I quickly got dressed up and applied a little bit of make up to cover the dark circles under my eyes. I took one last look in the mirror.

The small scar on my forehead, which seemed to go nowhere, made me think of him all over again. I sighed as I tied up my long black and wavy hair into a loose bun. "Perfect for a lawyer, ain't it?" I said to myself. I took the subway to get to my office.

It didn't take me long to reach "Your Legal Consultancy", a law firm, the place where I work. I sighed as the newly installed security device beeped, notifying me that my ID card had been approved for entry. I pushed through the cool glass doors and was greeted by a chorus of "Hi"s and "Hello"s- a minority of the greetings sounded genuine. Plastering on a grin, I weaved my way through the cubicles to my own, mentally preparing myself for yet another day at work. No sooner did I start my work, a woman who seemed in her 40's came to me , crying, for help.

I took a long breath before I asked the woman to calm down. "Arthur, my husband, was accused of sexual abuse at workplace. He-he was arre-arrested by the police today evening" she sobbed. It was a cognizable offence so, he was arrested without a warrant. Before I asked Mrs Arthur to tell me more about the case, I made sure to assure her that I would try my best to help Mr Arthur.

"So, this will be the fifth case you've worked on?"asked someone with a husky voice, while placing their hands on my shoulders. I turned back to find Gabrial, the most nosy person in the office smirking at me. As I jerked his hand off me, sounding full of confidence, I said, "And I'm gonna make it the fifth case I win."

"We'll see," he said and left for his cubicle.

I then asked Camile, my colleague to inquire more about Mr Arthur while I got permission to meet him in the police station tomorrow. I soon found out that Mr Arthur had a traumatic past. His mother, the backbone of the family, passed away when Arthur was just 14 and his father, whom he had to care of often fell ill. In spite of the challenges he faced, he managed to become a team leader in "Pixel solutions", an Ireland-based international company.

Me and Camile just couldn't accept the fact that someone like Mr Arthur was accused of sexual harassment. The world has always been cruel to those who are kind and innocent. Before I could trip into the world of misery and guilt, Hannah called me.

(Phone rings)

"Ahh Hannah's calling. I'm sorry, I need to go home now" I said to Camile. She nodded. As I arrived home, Hannah flew off the handle. I had promised her that we would go shopping today. "Hannah, we'll just do it another time? I've got a pending case and it's pretty serious" I exclaimed. Before she could say anything I rushed to the dining room, had my dinner and got to bed.

I know it wasn't very polite of me at all. However, today was pretty disturbing and tiring. I didn't have the energy to even talk anymore and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

(Next day)

I wiped away my sweat, as I jolted awake from my sleep. The same dream, again. It was very stupid of me to hope that one day in my life would pass without me thinking about him. I quickly got up from the bed and dragged myself to the shower. I wore a black pencil skirt along with a white shirt and quickly grabbed a sandwich I had made earlier. Hannah was still asleep. Though she has a job, she sleeps in a lot. I quickly rushed to the police station.

I sighed as I walked into the police station, mentally preparing myself for what was going to happen. My head started to spin, as my tragic memories of the police station came back to me, all over again. The times when I was miserable and helpless. The times when I begged everyone to bring him back alive, but no one bothered. A police officer came to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. She directed me to where Mr Arthur was.