What happened?
We were just discussing, and suddenly he's gone like a whirlwind, closing the door with rage. I kept blinking, expecting him to appear again, but he never did. After that night, I felt no one would save me, but I kept hearing Ronald's voice all around me. The ache subsided after everything went black. Now here I am. But he never asked me what had happened. Why?
I like it here. I can smell the sand and see the blue water, but where am I? He took me away from everyone. I want to ask him where we are. But.
"Ronald!" I called him.
"Ro..." His name is in my mouth, and he is in the room. Wow. That was great.
"What happened? Do you experience any pain? Something hurt?" As soon as he entered the room, the question came to mind. Again, he appears terrified and inspects me well. I'm smiling as he expresses worry for me.
"I want to ask you where we're?" His hands come to a standstill. Oops. My mouth became the shape of a pout. Tell me.
"Far away." He gets up and shuts the door. Is he staging here? The curtains were now drawn, and a pale light filled the entire room. The room was small, but the decorations reflected his personality.
"Where?"
"Away from everyone." Suddenly, I remembered my work. I got dismissed from my job.
"Shit!" He turned again after hearing my comments.
"What?"
"This is my job. How do I forget? They are going to toss me out. Oh, God, I need to find another." He stands beside my bed with his arms crossed. He's wearing ordinary trousers and a t-shirt, but that's not where my gaze went. His muscles make me blush. What are your thoughts? Stop it!
"Don't worry, and stop talking. You need to rest." He picked me up tenderly and dragged me between the beds.
"But I can't sleep. Because I don't have sleep in my eyes." He exhaled and joined me on the bed.
"Wh..what are you doing?" His arms wrapped over my torso, dragging me closer. It's hot here, so why is my body shivering?
"Trying to get some sleep." When he whispers in my ear, I feel nervous. Now I'm thinking about how I look. My physique now appears unattractive and injured. My breath stopped when he planted a delicate kiss on my neck.
"What are you thinking?"
"I.." My words ceased as soon as he placed his hand on my stomach. It's warm and comfortable.
"What?" How can I speak while he is making me feel sorry for him? I forget about my anguish with him.
"Nothing." Every time he breathed, a warm breath would pass across my neck. We sleep in the same bed. But now I want to be awake all night.
"Ronald, I am in a difficult predicament. Look at me; I haven't even washed, and I might smell strange."
"Did you get your medicine?"
"Yes."
"Am I making you nervous?"
"No." Yes.
"Then why are you whispering?" God, why did I fall into this trap? I expected he'd sit here and talk to me, but look!
"Um, how did you discover me? I mean.."
"When I called, the negligent nurse had left without warning us. But we are late. I am sorry." He suddenly takes his hand away and stands up. Why is he going?
"Where are you going?" His sorrowful eyes met mine.
"If.."
"Come, let us sleep. I do not want any terrible dreams. I know you always come at night and sit here when I have a dream." You hold my hand all night." He became silent. Oh, he doesn't want to know me. He's always very gentle with me. I lay on the bed, waiting for him to join me. He turned out the light and lay with me.
"When we arrived here after you left me, I couldn't sleep." I see you every night. You were delighted with me until the fire and fog arrived. You are crying and calling me. Someone was attempting to harm you, and when I saw you unconscious, I assumed my dreams had come true. I do not want to lose you again." It's his final statement for the night, and when daylight arrives, he's gone. Not just from my room, but also from here.
When I open my eyes, he is not there. I waited for him for two hours before Krystal informed me he had left. He left me alone without saying anything or sending any messages. I waited for him all day, sitting on the bed and staring outside. He didn't send me a single message. The day progresses into a second and a third. Every day, I wake up with emptiness and sit outside alone. The sound of waves always relaxes me, but only for a few hours. As soon as I entered my room, I burst into tears again. I'm getting better physically but becoming unwell.
Neil is always monitoring me. He's constantly informing him about me, yet he never speaks to me. He is killing me. Every night, I went into his room and donned his shirt to comfort him. He seemed to be embracing me. Sleeping in his chamber soothed me until the nightmares returned and plagued me severely. I want to talk to him.
It's the eleventh day that I'm wandering alone at night, and the sound of waves keeps me company. Where is he? Neil is standing far away, monitoring my every move. I despise having him around me. He never left me alone when I came out to cry. Krystal always looks after me, as usual. Both are always chatting about me. I'm locked here. My concerns are not with Ronald, but with Laura and Jenna. They are in the running to do something. If they're finished...
"Miss Rose Mr. Ronald wants you inside. It is not good."
"Why? It's new, and at least I have company here." He nodded, but two seconds later, I noticed him talking on the phone. God, he's got the perfect spouse. He appeared again, this time holding a phone.
"Mr. Ronald wants to talk to you." I burst out laughing.
"Not interested." I ignore him and keep walking. Then the voice I wish to hear stops me immediately when it comes into my ear.
"Rose, go in. It's dark and cold. It is not healthy for your health." Ask me how I'm doing. Ask if I missed you. Please ask me.
"Rose." Neil handed me his phone. Then I heard another voice that I despised the most. I immediately returned his phone and went inside. That night, I slept in my own room without wearing his clothes.
Two days later, while reading a book in my room, I hear a sound. It started out quite low and then went up.
Helicopter
Ronald
My heartbeat is racing again. I can sense him in here. The entire building vibrated with the sound of a helicopter. What am I going to do? Why has he come here?
No. I do not want him here. Five minutes later, I heard his voice. God, he's arrived. I'm torn between happiness and worry as I consider his reaction to my rejection of his call. His footsteps are becoming closer. Running towards the door.
"Ro." I closed the door.