IRENE CYRUS
Today was such a long day. I was working late in the company, all alone. Sarah had left early with Paul leaving me, Samantha and Rachel behind. They finished their work and decided to leave too even though I had begged them to wait for me.
It was already six' o'clock in the evening, and everyone in our team had already left. Patient Irene, you're almost done. I reassured myself.
*Buzz*
My phone is ringing, I checked the caller ID; it was Mr cute puppy. Tristan Calloway. I remembered the time he told me people call him a cute puppy because of how cute he was when he's sweet. That was why I saved his name with Mr cute puppy.
Maybe I should change it into something sweet, now that we're dating.
I picked up the phone.
"Did you go home?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm still working, but I'm almost done." I replied.
"Alone?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, alone." I replied with a smirk.
"Then I'm coming." He said and hanged up.
This man. I quickly packed up the files and assembled them in my drawer. Then I took my phone, my water bottle and my charger-- clearing my desk and waiting for him. He didn't show up, what's taking him long.
I took my bag and switched off the light in our office before leaving the room. I went straight to the elevator. If he's not coming to my place then I'm going to his place. Or maybe we'll meet on our way.
I was shocked when the elevator opened at first, someone was lying down on the floor unconsciously. I was scared and little did I know that person was Tristan Calloway when I looked carefully.
I ran to his place, my heart beating so loud as I picked up his head in my arms. "Tristan, are you okay?! What's wrong with you?! Say something."
I shook his head but he didn't respond. I have to do something, I can't just sit and wait for him to wake up, or worst if he doesn't. I ran outside and called the security men. They carried Tristan in their car and headed to the hospital.
What happened to him? Would he be okay? Will he be fine? Was he hurt? How did he collapse? Was he in pain?
He'll get better, Irene. You know he's strong.
"Ms Cyrus, you can go home and leave the rest to us." One of the security men told me.
"No, I want to go to the hospital. There's no use of going home, I can't sleep without knowing he's fine. Please let me come with you." I pleaded.
"Ms Cyrus, you don't have to worry about the attorney's condition, we'll call his parents. It's late just go home."
"Fine, I'll go to the hospital by myself." I said and ran to the road to stop a cab. I'm glad I found one time.
I got into the cab and told the driver to take me to the hospital. Tristan was totally fine when he spoke on the phone. His voice was perfectly fine and cheerful. Was he pain all this time? Was he been smiling while he was suffering? I never knew, maybe because I never cared. Maybe he deserves someone better than me. He deserves a girlfriend that could tell he's in pain even when he smiles.
He was totally in love with me because of that foolish love potion. I bet he had been busy going on dates with me instead of taking care of himself. It's all because of my fault. I shouldn't have cast any foolish love spell at first, I should have accept the fact Zaden doesn't like me back and it's fine. I'll break this spell. I have to.
