Heart's Melody (girlxgirl)

CHAPTER 13: Denial

"Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?"
                                                                                                                                                        ―Faraaz Kazi

Max P.O.V.

Six years ago was the year of death of Sir Ezra Cornell I was there when the whole University administration mourned for the old founder's death. You came home despite of how over occupied you were with the familial obligations you have as part of the successors of the Cornell's University. Donned in a black suit, white shirt, conservative tie, and well-shined black shoes, your brown hair was in a mess just like how anguish and despair took in those bloodshot green orbs, when you approach the coffin of your great grandfather. Although our communication was constant just like how intact our business negotiations were, it's been five years since I last saw you. Being the heir and sole owner of Cornell Mellon University, you have the whole world leaning on your shoulders now.

Sir Chad Andrew Cornell,

My childhood friend and more of like a brother to me, I wish to be the steel binding arm to be your supporting wall. But I was sitting down, supporting my sleeping red haired kid on my other my arm, that's why I was not able to do so but tapped your shoulder with my other free hand. I felt relieved that it was Maria Talzel, my wife, whom had done the honor of engulfing you in a comforting embrace.

"My old man has left me to join my parents and wife, God.. who will guide me on taking care of my poor little princess?" He was like a kid whimpering over the loss of his loved ones.

"Don't worry we are here for you, we are friends right? We will not let you handle this alone Drew." He was shaking being soothed by my red haired spouse.

Having known the resolute confident and well driven yet humble man that you were, you let yourself look vulnerable at that moment.  And two years after, just two years you mindlessly left!

How can you be such an imbecile not to fight back and win life? It's been a long time I still keep on talking to your four years old cold corpse here.

I took another gulp from the half emptied bottle of bourbon and pour one at the glasses which I put nearly where I seated, beside the two great Cornell's' headstones. I shook my head, trying to call myself down.

"I finally brought her back buddy, she has grown to be such a beautiful lady. However she's still using her mother's maiden name, and worst she's still too outraged by me. By what I've done, but what choice do I have man..?"

Eyeing at my best friend's engraved name, I felt tears freely gushing out my eyes.

"I'm afraid I had failed you again Drew..." This is sick. "Never thought that having two obstinate girls would be such a pain in the neck." He light heartedly humor, shoving off the tears falling from his cheeks by the knuckles of his hand.

"I can no longer bother Talzel, she deserves her freedom. I have hurt her enough all through those years I have loved you more than I should have loved her."

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Andrea's P.O.V.

The reason of my great disdain over dramatic situation was often this guilt of attempting on thrusting it off my notion, to evade accountability that I might get myself to. Too involve to ask and know.

For all my life facts of my own surrounding was sealed from me. Before I could even talk or ask of the reason for the streaming tears from my mother's eyes, my mom would say things were all okay. My father was always surrounded by work, especially when the tragic accident took away the son of Sir Ezra, Sir Chad Andrew. Max were never home since then. Then it came in to me, how he used to be filled with such radiant of happiness? He changed.