Forbidden

Chapter 7

Hey lovelies! Sorry I've been away for so long. I've been very distracted lately and had a bit of writer's block. 

"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."

Though here is a word of warning—

"John, open the door, honey. You haven't been to work in over a week. Are you alright? You can talk to me, you know that, right?" Mum said after knocking a few times on my bedroom door.

"I'm fine, ma, and I'll go to work tomorrow." I replied a bit too loudly and went back to reading.

-you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you—

"Are you sure, because that's what you've been telling me every day for the past week?"

"YES! Now please go away, I am trying to read something here" I said in frustration. Are mothers always this annoying? Or am I just too frustrated?

I heard footsteps followed by sigh.

I closed the book I was trying to read before my mother decided to bombard me with questions. It is weird how you find things that reflect your situation in a book.

I stared at the ceiling for a good ten minutes, a habit ever since I decided to lock myself in my "man cave" as mum calls it, and asked myself, "What is wrong with me?"

Why did this have to happen?

Maybe I should talk to mom about this. She's the only solace in my life. Maybe she'll understand.

What if she freaks out? Oh god, no!

It was as if my life was a mixture of different puzzles and there was no way to figure out which piece belonged to which puzzle. Nothing made sense, it was just so frustrating.

Even the thought of it made my chest tighten. I didn't know what to think or do.

I didn't know how or when I dozed off, but I woke up feeling slightly better.

Just for two seconds though, before reality hit me.

I got dressed lazily. You know those days where you just feel all lazy and you just wear the first thing you see in your closet?

So I did that. Just wore the first thing that came into my sight when I opened my closet.

I swear my tie was also crooked.

I walked to the ferry, and got to work all the while hoping that I wouldn't bump into Mark.

I just didn't want to face him right now. I really did not have the energy.

But when does life ever go the way you want it to?

I spent the whole day working, catching up with the previous week's undone work. This is exactly why I hated missing work. Everything piles up and later you will end up not doing any of it.

I was going through my (messages) when I came across a flagged email. It was from my boss.

*IMPORTANT*

Hey John, you seem to have missed work for some time now. Hope you're doing well. When you get back to work I need you to do some errands for me.

Come meet me as soon as possible.

Hope this email finds you well.

Best Regards!

I gazed over to the bottom-right corner of the computer to check the time. It was almost 2pm.

I took a deep breath and walked out towards the elevator.

*ding* the elevator opened.

I got on it, pressed the 8th floor button. I looked at the mirror in the elevator and started adjusting my hair and tie.

When I was sure I looked decent enough, I turned to the door.

6...7...

*ding* it opened again.

The door slowly opened, only to reveal the last person on earth I wanted to see at that moment.

Mark.

I met his gaze to see a sympathetic look on his face.

Dark circle under his eyes implicating lack of sleep.

He smiled, weakly.

I could feel the emotions being drained from my face.

He got on the elevator and I struggled to maintain a stern look. I felt hot anger built up inside me, but I kept a blank face.

"Are you still mad at me?"

I didn't say anything.

He looked at me for a second.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me?" I could feel him staring at my face. I couldn't show any emotions. Not right now. Not here.

I kept my mouth shut.

The elevator door opened to the 8th floor and I took a step headed for the door, but he held my wrist "John, please."

It threw me over the edge. I could no longer hold back my anger and I just lashed out.

"Don't touch me." I said with a serious tone and a straight face.

He immediately let go.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" waving his hands defensively.

"What is the matter with you?" it was getting harder by the second to keep everything I had bottled up from exploding.

"From this day forward you and I are done! I swear to god if you ever touch me again I am going to smack your head against a wall. Don't text me, don't call me, and don't try to talk to me or show me your face ever again." I had never felt anger like I felt it at that moment.

"But at least give me a chance to explain, please. Would you listen to me for a second here" He pleaded, but i couldn't care less. 

"There isn't anything to discuss or talk about here. WE ARE DONE and that's it!"

I got out and the elevator closed leaving Mark behind with a guilt-ridden face. I couldn't even look him in the eye.

I paused for a second, look at the elevator and felt a strange feeling. A feeling I could not really comprehend. I pushed that thought to the back of my and advanced my way to my boss's office wondering what he wanted from me.

There you go. I'm so sorry for not updating often. I have my exams coming up so i don't know when i'll be able to update next, but i will update as soon as i get time. 

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