The world today was consisted of these things called "lights". Even if you take it literally or figuratively, if a man stood upon a light shining in the distance, it will create a shadow. Darkness, in fact.
So, did this mean that with every light, there's this something, or someone that will always create darkness?
Sharmaine woke up to find herself staring upon a white ceiling. Her head felt more solid and her vision spun slightly.
"Where the heck am I?" She got up with all her strength as her body felt heavier and more tired.
The walls were painted white and blue. It was occupied with beds covered in white sheets and pillows. A sink stood to one corner where a cabinet laid. Blue curtains hang above the closed windows, though hers were left open as the wind blew across the branches of the trees and into the room that gave a cooling sensation.
"Am I in a hospital?"
Suddenly, a woman in white popped out of nowhere. She held a tray with water and medicine.
"Don't worry sir. You're in the clinic. Here, take these for a moment, you'll need it." She smiled so beautifully as she placed the tray on a table beside her.
"T-Thank you," Sharmaine said, reaching for her water and medicine. The woman nodded and left, she quickly returned afterwards. As Sharmaine swallowed the pill, she couldn't help but wonder how did she arrive here; all she could remember was seeing Ivan's face before blacking out.
"Um, miss, may I ask why am I here?" she blurted out. The woman stared at her for a good minute before giving an answer.
"You were carried by someone," she said as she ran her finger down the clipboard she held.
"Carried? By someone?"
"Yes, he said you fainted before entering Mr. Suarez's office." She left Sharmaine dumbfounded. So, it was Ivan who helped her?
"No way," she muttered quietly, immediately shifting her position and standing up. She barged out of the room without notice, and hurried towards the office; she did not know how much time had passed nor how ill was her body. So many questions filled her head as she panted in front of the glass office door; her vision spun quite a bit
"I'm here, nothing hap—" she suddenly went speechless after opening the door.
All she thought was being prepared to give an excuse for wasting hours of Denzel's time, but no. Time froze as soon as she saw who was Denzel with in the office. She took one glance at him and then at the other man, who wore a suit and stood with confidence.
She questioned her ability and courage to take one more step inside as their eyes were fixed onto her. She couldn't even tell if they were waiting for her. She noticed that Denzel wore a sharp glare before she glanced to Ivan who stood meters away from Denzel.
"W-What a—" She tried speaking, but her voice lowered after sensing the great and aggressive atmosphere. The tension in the room built up a bit more; her heart pounded quick with the intense exchanges of eye contacts.
Did Ivan tell Denzel something? Did he perhaps tell the truth?