"Angela, what do you want?"
"Work? I've not been working for 2 months! And that fact is driving me insane!" I find myself pouting even though Maxwell can't see me.
"You're still grieving, you need to focus on yourself. I don't want another breakdown from you."
"I'm so much better! I am not going-"
"Angela, it's a no."
"Just one job, I'm sure there is an account that is giving you problems."
He sighed heavily before going quiet for a while, "we are an accounting firm, there obviously is going to be lots of those."
"Let's narrow it down to my department then, please help me out."
"Fine. There is an account that has been giving us problems, I will forward the details to you but no more of this madness."
"Deal." I smiled like a kid after being given what I had asked for.
Once the call drops, I start to do my victory dance.
Finally! Something to draw me away from the events of yesterday
Immediately, an alert from my boss goes through my phone. My eyes scan the documents before transferring to my laptop.
Being a chartered accountant is a lot of work, very demanding but totally worth it. Waking up and going to work was the best moment of my life but after David's passing I used what I loved as a toxic coping mechanism. Sure, I excelled with every account given but I didn't excel in my well-being. And when I suddenly collapsed near the stairs at work, I was forced to take a break. A full one year break because that was not the only accident that had happened. I obviously put up a tantrum but my boss wouldn't take a no for an answer and so I forced to take a vacation I didn't need.
I was home for a few weeks but started losing my sanity because every corner of the room reminded me of the one that I lost and seeing his works just made everything worse.
While I studied to be a chartered accountant, David studied to become an architect. He was excellent at his job to the point where our house was modelled by him. Before I moved most of his things to the arctic, we had a beautiful exact model of our house framed at the wall. And before our house got built, David actually sketched up the house and asked me if there was anything I would love to change. We went through it and at first I didn't think that he was serious about it being our home. When he started working late and postponing some plans I got really suspicious until on our anniversary he walked us down his then apartment and behold there laid our home. He created the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen using recycled materials and I remember how much I cried. I cried even more when he kneeled down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. That night was the night I was hundred percent sure that I met my soulmate. The one God created for me and I would not replace that moment for anything. Not even after death tore us apart...
A tear slipped down my face. My lips quivered as well as my hands. Gaining strength to wipe the tears, and the memories away, I look at the documents.
Since the person who was in charge of the account had done most work before getting stuck, it only took me some hours to finish it. However, Maxwell needs it faxed since he claims they are having technical issues on his side and now I'm at the library waiting at the line.
"Hey." Dylan disturbed my telekinesis concentration of making the teenagers using the machine to be faster.
"Hi, what are you doi-" I turned my head to look at him, getting close to our noses touching.
"Mhm." Dylan hummed, not moving back.
"What?" I turned my head back and looked at the back or the teenagers.
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Till Death Do Us Apart
Storie d'amore"Till death do us apart. " The words Angela said in happiness to her husband on their wedding day. But a few years later she was saying them on his grave, tears grounding in her eyes. Just when she thought nothing could be the same, a past friend co...
