LOST AND FOUND IN L. A

sunshine and be in a state of jubilation. Nevertheless, a sense of dread within me seemed, or indeed was a heavy weight, deep down in th

from another perspective. My place was really small – a fairly large one bedroom unit with enough cutouts for the essentials. The walls w

er. This was amongst the few items I had packed when I was relocating to Los Angeles. Liam and I were facing the camera, both of us looking great in

ecame fuzzy due to the fight against the tears; for a while I was transported back on that beach. Back i

d lived in for close to three years. I could remember it so vividly and I saw the afternoon sun rays cutting into the house through the windows, I could hea

discomposed. Physically, he appeared to be drained with weariness and looked like he had carried the weight of the world on his shoul

taggered and reached out to him

med my hopes. "Emma, we need to

e connections with them and looked at him because it felt like a blow, every time they spoke something. He spoke about how he cannot do it anymore, ho

hing I said could change his mind. He packed a bag and walked out, le

e had died when he left, and I didn't know how to bring it back. I tried to hold on, to keep going, but the pai

, and to the life I'd built for myself here. But no matter

to get to work, and had to focus on the present, not the past. But as I finished getting re

d into the fast autopia, I watched the scurrying of the streets overrunning most thoughts in me until I was in a lunatic persp

crape a grin when I came to where some of my colleagues were. I tried to move the stress related thoughts to hinter parts of my brain. It was

sk on my way to Alex's room, there was a knot in the pit of my stomach. Was it possible that he was the one who had created all these new tor

rehead did not fade away even while he was asleep, and I was left to speculate on the type of nightmares that were bugging him. I moved closer and looked at his motionless body, whe

fingers moved and gripped the blanket, and soft moans emerged from his mouth. I crept u

omeone with blurred vision not knowing where they were. After that, he locked on me and I

ng other things attempting to

issipate the fog. "I... I can't say," he confessed. His thr

" I inquired after I

ow. Everything is like a haze. There was a house... a huge house, and people... I think I know them, I gue

me annoyed. "Well, do you think

rt in the head. "But it's too jumbled. I can... I am not able to differenti

ck like that," I explained slowly. "In the form of jigsaw pieces.

t; I am trying to catch the smoke in giant billowing clouds," he said, his eyes gazing down unfortunately as his voice fel

at it must be like for him. Losing everything

y alone," I consoled him softly, gently pulling h

stirred within me – a whisper of familiarity. However, I was denied even that small consolation since in the next moment, he became just a real man who has

had suddenly found a free place at that moment. As I sat with him, trying to assist him to complete his routines, I started

later, when as I was leaving his room: it turned

ng through the stillness in the ICU like a knife. I halted my movements; breathing heavily by then the r

us. I was overwhelmed I must admit, but at the same time, I was insistent the moment I heard

uality foreboding the truth. The familiar memories of the past were closing in where it was stated that nothing will go as

ting of that phone towards ringing, t