Bridging World's

8

Killian

It was 11pm, I watch as Sage slept soundly, I got up from the bed and walked out of the room.

I dialed the number and pressed the phone to my ear, "John, I want you to find someone. Who the owner of the building is and who were the people who thrashed the café and hurt Sage. And this is very Important this must be prioritized before anything else." I tell him and hung up the call.

I will find the bastard who hurt Sage and the person who sent them, I cannot leave them after what they have done. They touched the wrong person.

I sigh combing my hands through my hair. And walked back inside and lay down on the bed for the patients attender.

I looked at her, all her words replaying in my mind. She has been married to me for six months and is living in my home. Yet even after all this time she really doesn't have anyone to confide in on her problems.

I believe she has not told her father as well, and I suddenly feel this ache between my chest. I feel really bad for her, how hard it must be to live with so many people everyday and yet not feeling home.

It is all my fault, I know that like me she also didn't have any choice to marry me.

I should have treated her better, from what I have seen and heard she is really kind person.

I should change , I am going to do everything to make this marriage work. I will take care of her, respect her, and become someone she relies on.

I promise myself as sleep consumed me.

Sage

It’s been two days since I was admitted to the hospital. The wound has started to heal, and I’m beginning to feel somewhat better.

During these two days, Killian has not left my side. He brought me new clothes and everything I might need until I’m discharged. His behavior has left me utterly surprised—this sudden shift in his demeanor, the way he speaks to me, the way he helps me—it all feels so foreign, yet I can’t help but be grateful for his kindness.

Without his support, I would have struggled, and by now, everyone would have known the truth.

It’s already difficult enough to keep up appearances with Killian’s mother and my father over the phone. I’m a terrible liar, and lately, that’s all I’ve been doing.

Yesterday, Charles came to visit and told me that someone had come by to inform us that we have another month to vacate the building, and that they never intended to harm me.

If given the opportunity, I’d like to speak with the building’s owner, but I have no idea who that might be. At least I’ve gained some extra time to figure things out.

As for the café, it will remain closed this week until my stitches are removed.

I was brought out of my trance from the typing sound, I looked at Killian who is typing away in his laptop working.

"You can go to office, I am fine here" I voice out as his head snaps to me.
His piercing blue eyes, deep as the ocean pulls me in, as I try not to get lost in it.

I cleared my throat looking at his questioning face. "I am fine now, you can go take care of your work." I tell him again.

"No, I am just checking my mails. Not really working, sorry if I am disturbing you" he replies back, his eyes little guilty.

I quickly shake my head, "No no you're not disturbing me or anything, it's just I don't want you to leave your work for me, I am afraid that I might be of disturbance to you"