SEQUEL TO - ESPRESSOLY FOR YOU; a one shot.
Daisy, twenty-two and a culinary graduate was set to crack her first interview and impress the head chef but when asked to meet the restaurant manager for a final word, things took a turn into the surprise...
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Have you even had a crush on someone so bad that when they left, you almost.. yes almost though your life was over. And even thought it seemed like a crush, it stayed on and tortured you for however long you'd remember. The days felt longer and even though you tried all possible ways to get on with it, throwing yourself into activities or friends or several different haircuts and styles, nothing worked.
The nights were tougher because the mind and heart knew that you were finally lonely to start their feud. Hope and logic would fight to death and dance in front of you. You would want to decide at a moment to leave, somehow hitch a ride to meet him but then your mind will rationalize the truth. The cold harsh truth that he was older and probably has a girlfriend.
Worst, when you'd compare all the guys you'd met to him. Philip became the yardstick again which everyone else was measured and declared a failure. Philip was my Mr. Darcy whom I'd never got to meet again.
That was my past four years. An infinite loop of hope and despair. Carrying heartache with a flickering hope of meeting him and a knot in my gut everytime the hope faded. I was a zombie when it came to men. I felt nothing, I loved nothing. My admiration rooted itself into obsession. Everytime Sasha or John reiterated his name, my body would alight itself as if he was physically present. It took a couple of years, drawn over a course of a century to get over him. Or to imbibe in me, the assumption.
Whoever said strangers come into your life for a reason had to meet me so we could exchange notes.
"Ms. Thomas," the assistant waited for me to look at her. Once I did, her smile enveloped her face before words fell. "Mr. Fernandez will see you now."
Backed against the wall, I stood clenching my chest as if my heart needed a physical intervention, beating faster than usual. Nodding at her, I gestured a finger asking for a few spare minute to compose.
Palpitation rocked my body and my head was spinning at its axis as if I saw a dead man walking. To be clear, I did indeed saw the ghost of my past. Standing in the present, he might not know who I was but I had a hard time forgetting him, his face. His smile. Heck, I was still trying.
People who made impact in ones lives weren't easily forgettable. They stayed with their marking on us. Philip's interaction with me was was only limited to one time but he left a mark on me before leaving. A stranger who taught me to be proud of ones scars.
Plunging my hand in the bag, I felt around for a smooth plastic, picking up which I dialed my mentor. John was quick to respond and I ran with my question.
"Did you know it was Philip?" I placed my hand on the speaker and whispered.
There was silent at his end. For a whole minute it remained so. Then he announced. "I am putting you on speaker." Sasha's muffled voice floated across. "What happened? Did he say something?"
My eyes widened at the implication. Sasha knew about my crush and she was sworn to secrecy on pinkies and the suspense reveals of the shows which she didn't get a chance to finish, if she ever told her husband about it.
