144 RECOGNIZED
ARIEL’S POV
“I’ve been searching everywhere for you Luke. Where have you been?” I asked Luke, my arms crossed. He was standing next to this familiar face. Couldn’t care about her.
“I just decided to take a stroll, you know, getting some fresh air and taking a good view at people as they move around,” Luke replied, smirking.
“You’re not supposed to do that. The nurse said…”
“That I’m not that strong yet, deep wound, and I should stay in the hospital for a few days. Yes, yes, I get it. But come on, Ariel. I’m not a little kid. I have everything under control. I mean look at me now, standing strong.”
“You got admitted into the hospital? What happened to you?” The woman asked Luke, making a worried face.
Luke glanced at her promptly. “Oh, you’re concerned now? We were talking and you couldn’t even recognize my wounded face.”
“Who is she?” I asked him.
“Oh, she’s just a friend.”
“Yeah whatever. You too can have your lovely moment. I’ll be leaving, and do not forget about what I told you, Luke. I’ll see you later.” She walked away forthwith.
Luke turned back to me. “So, why were you looking for me?”
“Don’t ask me that. You better follow me back to the hospital.”
“And what if I don’t?”
you a hard punch on your stomach.” I clenched my fist, faking
laughed. “You’re seriously going
“Oh
I’m joking?” I chuckled. “Like seriously, you think I can’t do that? Are you underestimating me?”
I don’t think underestimate is
go.” I held his hand and was about to walk,
things
closer, and I could feel
could see something that reflected in his mesmerizing gaze. The way he smiled at me, It was like he could see straight into my soul, what was revolving within me. In that moment, it was as
car horn at us. “Hey you two! Can’t you see you’re standing close the road?” The
way, we’re
you have manners?” The
talk one more shit. I’ll come straight to you and beat you up, forgetting the fact that you’re older than me.” The man growled and drove his car away. Luke set his eyes back on me. “Can you
fight with his wife before hitting the road. Now, let’s go
to tread, making
*****
MASON’S POV
brewed coffee lingering in the crisp morning air. As I walked down
The guilt gnawed at my conscience
crossroad, both literally and metaphorically. The bustling city traffic mirrored the chaotic whirlwind of emotions inside me. My heart ached with the weight of
smile, her
somehow she could hear me, that somehow she could forgive me. But
into an abyss of self–loathing. The bustling city seemed to blur around me, the noise fading into a dull hum as
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