" you know the feeling when you trying to set your life but nothing is working ?"I asked Ms Andrew who was staring at me
" yes ,I know the feeling when you just want to sleep all day and wish you will never wake up again " she said and we both chuckle
"I just want to sleep the whole year or I just want to skip this year, is that too much to ask ?" I asked her and she smiled
" everything is too much Ms Scott " she smiled and I nod " tell me about it again , I just hate my life I feel like I'm leaving a lie you know. I have this secret it's like nobody knows . I feel like telling someone but I'm afraid I can't just tell someone or anyone. I just want to let it out Ms Andrews , I need someone who will listen to me attentively. " I voiced out my thoughts
" at least therapist are paid to listen . Have one . We will talk later Scott kind of busy and Mr McCartney was looking for you " she said and I nod .
Load of work today ! Since we ain't talking he will make sure I will suffer but I won't allow that .
I stand up and I knock. I heard a small come in and I opened the door . I saw him sitting on his large comfortable chair staring at his laptop .
"Ms Andrews told me you were looking for me " I said and he looked at me
"Yeah . I was looking for you . Your Elle said I must tell you today it start at 6 o'clock end whenever " he said
" thank you Mr McCartney " I murmured. He stare at me and I shrug my shoulders .
"Be nice " with that I left . I don't want to talk to him . I know , I sound childish but he's being mean . Six years back I hated him why can't I hate him . That man broke my heart !
After six years , his presence still sent shivers into my body , my heart , my soul, my whole system . I felt a thousand detonated bombs in my chests wanted to get out , seeking for freedom. I felt I was going to explode ; in so much pain .
I tightly clenched my fingers as I felt my hands trembling at my sides . All the pains and heartache I buried in all these years seemed to be awaken from their cold somber grave . And his presence , it was just too good to be true. He was like a dream , to surreal to conceive and believe . But , more than the pain and disbelief that I felt , it was a strong thumping of my heart that I couldn't fathom . This was not good . I needed to fight , to resist the freaking temptations, for if I wouldn't , I didn't think I can trust my heart this time and I didn't think I could still trust my heart . It's him after all .
" S--" he didn't finish because I glared at him . I swallowed , and it seemed that action stirred something inside of him. Hanging his head low for a moment , he took a deep breath before standing, a hand tucked into one of his pockets , I stood standing, unsure of what to do . The air was becoming increasingly hotter but neither of us looked affected.
And then his lips parted . And then they closed . They parted once more but just like the first time , nothing was said . He was having a hard time speaking, but then again what was a right thing to say ?
In attempt to hear him say something , I let my voice break the silence . " I don't want to talk to you "
" I know but at least can we talk about us ?" He asked ,hoping for me to say yes
"No,can't do , it's not work related "I replied and he nod " I was hoping ,but I will try again not now but then I will "he said
" there's nothing to talk about us ,me and you we just don't exist! Don't you get it? Me running away from you and you getting another woman knocked up and me trying to figure out my secret and you trying to find your life !we just not possible Mr McCartney! "I screamed
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ChickLit"it's you again !" I said giving him my sharp look. " good to see you again after these many years , Steph" " what do you want Mr McCartney?" " you, you already know that " " Oh , I will pass that offer , I have to go , Bye" "you're...
