More than words- by Novi
The rain had stopped just an hour ago, leaving the city damp and smelling of wet faint jasmine from the flower cart outside.
The streets were quieter than usual, and the golden glow from Zariah's spilled softly onto the pavement, reflecting in tiny puddles.
Inside, the café was warm, filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional hiss of the espresso machine, and soft acoustic music floating from the speakers.
A small group laughed by the window. The barista wiped down the counter for the third time, glancing toward the door now and then, maybe expecting someone.
She sat alone in the far corner, as the sunset halo shone on her, the reflection of a fairy on the window only that above the reflection was big portrait that seemed to cast a shadow on her.
A small square table for two, only one cup sat there half -finished. The steam had long stopped rising. Her coat was draped over the back of the chair across from her, as if saving it for him. Her fingers curled around her phone.
Still no text or call, was she desperate that she ran here quickly after his call? Or was engrossed in her delutions and expected to find him waiting for her?
With a sigh, she gave in and dialled, it wouldn't hurt would it?
It rang twice before he picked up, voice a little too casual.
"Hey… oh, shoot. I forgot. Tell you what; I'll make it up to you, yeah?"
Before she could say anything, a voice in the background light, flirty, unmistakably female called out,
"Babes, what took you so long?" Silence, then his rushed voice:
"Oh, it was just a, uh… commercial call. You know, one of those scam things." Laughter
Oh
And then kissing sounds, Soft at first and then too loud or rather too careless.
She stared down at her coffee, too cold to drink. The cold hit harder than she expected. Her thumb hovered before she tapped end call.
His chair stayed empty. And like a movie time seemed to fly quick but on her time seemed like a pause button.
As a habit her thumbs danced pealing and pulling a layer after layer with it as if to clear off the pain.
"Would you like to add anything else," A bill was placed on her table.
"No thanks…," Her smile was soo beautiful and it made the waiter blush. Having seen beauties this was definition of pure beauty. Too bad the beauty didn't know it.
He watched as she came in, sat there elegantly while blushing and fixing her hair time to time.
'Disappointments, heartbreak that was normal we all have to pass through all that Right"? They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, Right?'
Picking her coat she walked out dragging her feet as well as her heart. At this point she was used to it, it was not the time to sulk she was only twenty four.
'Sorry, mom I couldn't keep the promise of holding on to him, maybe I wasn't strong enough he had to replace me.'
….
Marina sat in her dad's office and for the first time in her life felt lonely. Her dad was always there showing kindness even to them who were selfish.
Mostly to that damn girl, most of his time was on her. He even left a property on her name,
"It is true, that that bitch got the beach house and the stupid garden?" Clarisse rushed in.
Marina signed and it was clear, Camille was a damn parasite, not only did she bite but also sucked everything in.
"It was clear that I wanted that place to be turned to my fashion stall and a chill out, why did you allow it to happen?" A gust of wind rushed in startling the two as Robin jumped in from the window.
"Why can't use the god damn doors?" a book rushed towards him and he dodged
"It's not fun and what's rush, we can always change the will and claim it as ours," turning the candy on him mouth while smirking at them.
Having kids like them was shameful, not only did they not respectful,
"Aren't you ashamed? Is this the time to take about who will receive what?" she snapped, her dad was gone forever, her time was limited and didn't get to spent it with him well.
Or let say she had the time but took everything for granted.
"Oh come on, you never gave a damn when he was in his death bed, so stop pretending to be sad, we both know that you are the happiest that the burden is gone_" a sharp slap landed on Clarisse's cheek and this was the first time definition of pain.
"How dare you…?" Before she could finish the door was locked. Standing like a pole tears and laughter escaped at the same time,
"YOU BITCH!!! How dare you!" yelling out of her lunges picking everything that could break and rammed them across the room destroying the study.
"I though you cared about you skin or as you say 'my image'," Robin joked as he placed a crystal in his pocket. "My ghost sister,"
Robin was just a typical second Rich generation boy who cared about nothing but himself. He had an average appearance but thanks to money Girls still hovered round him like moths and he liked it.
What about jobs, talents… Nothing. He was jobless and mostly got money from his mom and stole grandpa's antiques to sell them.
Spending money on irregular things like cars, girls and gambling. Also he belonged to a group of hooligans who took money from the poor men and women in the market and small shops.
"Shut the fuck up and help me and find Grandpa's second family,"
"What?"