The Endless Love : Hurt

Tuuttt.... Tuuuuttt... "Yeah, it's Claire who speaks here. Who's this?". "Hi, Ms. Clarice. It's me, Tania. Tania Bowman your property agent. Remember?" The woman on the phone answers. Clarice tries to remember. She just woke up from her sleep in that morning. Her soul was still nowhere. A few minutes later... "Oh, yes. I remember you, Ms. Tania. You're my property agent from J&D holding, aren't you?". Tania laughs. "Yes, Ms. Clarice. Oh, should I call you Mrs. Wilson?". Clarice is blushing. "Well, Ms. Clarice. I do apologise to you to make a call this morning. I just want to inform you that I only available at the office on the next monday. How's it?". Tania sighs heavily. She is afraid of Clarice cancellation of their appointment. The fact is Clarice was her first costumer to be after these 7 months of her work in the company. She hopes that Clarice will not cancel it and find another or maybe other property agents in the city. But, "alright, Ms. Tania. I got it. Let's reschedule our appointment next week. Well, I got a lot of things to do here too. So, don't worry about it." Tania finally smiles and sounds happy. "Alright, I'll see you on the next monday, Ms. Clarice. It's really nice to work with you." Tania says. "Well, you finally know it." Clarice replies. "Have a nice day, Ms. Clarice." Tania says again. "So do you, Ms. Tania." Clarice answers and then they close the phone. **** Hi, I'm Clarice. Clarice Sheer Mossie. I am 26 now. Well, there is nothing I can tell you about myself that much. I'm a happy young-woman. Why do I say that? yes, because in my thoughts, my life has been completed. I got a prestige work in a bonafit company. Everybody knows Jesline Herrera's company. One of the biggest cosmetic companies in America. And probably in the world, who knows that, whatever. I had a boyfriend and well, he's going to be my husband in 4 months later. We officially enganged last month. You had no idea how happy I was, right? and that's my perfect life. One more time, I'll say in my thoughts. My family live in Denver city. It's 1628 miles away from the city that I live nowadays. I had a beautiful and kind mother. She usually calls me twice a day. At 6 a.m. and at 6 p.m. She always asks me to get back home. I don't know why. Eventhough my mom doesn't live alone at home. There are my dad and my brother, Alex. Alexander Kerr Mossie. Back to my name. I had no idea, why did my great grandpa got this "Mossie" as their last name. It sounds weird. Sometimes my schoolmates call me Mouse because of "Mossie". I cried a lot at that time and told my mom about it. That's why I dislike mouse. Whatever they say about how cute they are, ugh! Here I am. I live in a city. The city of dreams. Or, it was well known as the Big Apple city, New York. ***** In that beautiful afternoon, in one summer. There was a young-woman sat on a bench under an oak. She held a book on her hand. but there came a young-man and sat next to her unexpectedly. She was surprised. "I'm sorry for surprising you. Do you mind if I sit here for a while?" The man said. He smiled to her. "Ummmm...well, it's not really matter. The bench is not belonged to me. Everybody can sit here." She tried to be as friendly as possible. The man sighs. "Uh, well, I'm Jared. Jared Aiden Wilson. And you, Miss?". The woman felt awkward. But she tried to calm herself. "I'm Clarice. Clarice Sheer Mossie." She answered. The man laugh. Clarice looked at him. "My bad, I just heard that kind of names, Ms. Clarice. Or should I call you, Claire?". Jared tried to be nice to Claire. He knew that his laughter annoyed Claire. "Yeah, I knew my last name sounded a little weird. I accepted it. And, I don't mind of whatever you call me. Claire sounds great." "Woa, Claire! You're such a really nice person. You just attracted me. Where do you live, anyway? I probably got invited to have a cup of tea at your house one day?". Claire giggled. Jared looked at her and said, "Why are you giggling? Don't you want me to visit you at the house? Maybe we can talk about something that more intimate than this. You know, intimate conversation is more fascinating than a chit-chat." "Ummm.... It's really hard to answer, Mr. Wilson. But I do agree with you. I live myself in an apartment at Greenwood Avenue. Room 812, on the 8th floor. But if you don't mind too, would you like to bring some snacks or meals? I love eating fried chicken." She tempted him. "Alright then, Ms. Mossie. My pleasure." "Ummm...Mr. Wilson, why did you get here, anyway? I mean, where had you been?". They looked close to each other. "Well, I had just got back from work. And, I had no idea why did I want to walk on foot today for heading back home. I took this route, passed this avenue and, I saw a beautiful young-lady who sat herself here and red a book seriously. Like there was nothing around her." Jared said as he stared at Claire beautiful face. "Woa! What a nice flirt, Mr. Wilson! It's really entertaining." Claire shouted happily. But then she said, "But I couldn't be tempted that easily."She said and got up from the bench. Jared looked at her perplexedly. "Are you getting mad at me, Ms. Mossie?". Claire smiled to him, "Nope, Mr. Wilson. I ain't getting mad at you. Not at all. I really appreciate it. It seems an honour to get that kind of flirts from you." She giggled again. Jared really tempted to her. Then, he got up from the bench and approached the young-woman who stood right in front of him. "So, when will we meet again, Ms. Mossie?" Jared said and looked at her closely. He could see every detail and contour of her perfect face. Her sharp nose was so adorable. And... the lips. Yeah, her lips tempted him to ... Ah forget it! He said inside his mind. "You can visit me whenever you want, Mr. Wilson. The door will be opened for you." Claire answered with a tender voice. "Nah, it's almost dawn, Mr. Wilson. I have to get back home now. I'll see you again." "Alright, Ms. Mossie. Please be safe on the way home." "Yes, of course. Bye." "Bye." Jared looked at her back from the distance. What a sweet encounter!