BASH
It's been three days since the last time I saw Trinity.
I made a decision that I hoped was for our own good. I want to teach her lessons and for her to realize that I love her and never lie.
It was torture not to hear anything from her. I even canceled my business trip to the U.K.
After sending Dana and her husband to the airport, I came to my family's beach house, where I was supposed to surprise Trinity after our engagement party. That was my plan, but she ruined it.
I already planned a week's vacation. I was planning to spend it with her, but damn it! Everything went wrong.
She doesn't trust me even a bit.
I missed her so much, though. Not a single day did I not think about her.
More guilt flashed through me, and I should've talked to her, but I was taken over by my anger, pain, and disappointment.
Teaching her lessons maybe will make her rethink before judging me. Perhaps we only lack communication?
We've been apart for four years, changed, and grew up into two different individuals. We let other people enter our lives, but my love for Trinity has never been gone throughout those years.
When we get back together, it's like a reawakening of my feelings, my senses, and what has been asleep for a long time-my heart. It has always been for her-beats for Trinity.
I breathe in the salty wind blowing the wind chime that I hang above the porch. It's been here for three years. It's beautiful, and it reminds me of her.
Everything reminds me of her.
Christ, I missed her like crazy.
I made everyone promise not to contact her. But she didn't call me again, only three days ago, then she stopped. I wonder if she really cares about me, like how she showed me before everything fell apart.
I want her to contact me first before she can gather information from everyone.
The vibration coming from my phone brings me back from my deep agony.
"Dad." I rub my aching temples. I haven't been in myself lately. I haven't had enough sleep too, but I manage to avoid alcohol to numb my pain.
"How are you, son?" Dad asks. I can feel that something is more than just a question. He knew not to bother calling me this early morning.
Panic settles in the pit of my stomach. "You know the answer to that, Dad. Just tell me already."
"What makes you think I have something to tell you?" Dad loves to irritate me. He wasn't happy about my plan.
"Dad, please? I already have a lot on my plate right now. You're aware of what I've been going through with my relationship. Trinity stops calling me." I rub the back of my neck, and I feel a lot guiltier.
"She resigned."
"What? How? When? Why?" I curse under my breath.
"I think you should come back. Three days is enough. When I had a misunderstanding with your mom, I wouldn't last an hour," he says with a laugh. "Try to solve your problem. It's not even that huge, but you both are so stubborn to have a good talk. You're both adults and plan to build a family. Things like this need to be settled before you both tie in marriage, Bash." Dad's voice seems calm and full of concern in every word he delivers.
"What should I do?" I ask because I'm so damn clueless about what to do right now.
"Just come here, Bash. We need to plan."
"Plan?" I'm more confused.
"Son, Ranjiv received this letter two days ago. The same day she traveled out of the country."
My world falls apart.
I feel everything around me spin, knocking me down.
"What the fuck Edmund and Derek were doing that day? Why haven't I heard anything from them? Fuck this life, Dad!" I yell at the top of my lungs, but it's not enough, and my anger is slowly consuming me.
"Bash, calm down. Get yourself ready. They're on their way to pick you up." He sighs. "One more thing. Don't blame anyone. This is your fucking idea in the first place. Since day one, I'm not on board with this plan of yours." The line cut off.
The old man just hangs up on me, and he's pissed off as fuck. I want to hit my head against the wall, but it won't solve my mess. Why I'm so dumb not to notice why she stops calling me?
Fuck.
I dial Ranjiv, and he picks up immediately.
"Bash, what can I-"
"Cut that shit, Ranjiv! Where is Trinity?" There is a long silence. "Fuck. Ranjiv, answer me, or I swear to God you will go back to India empty-handed."
"U-um, Bash. I-I d-don't know, man," he stutters, and I know he's lying.
"How did you hand the resignation if you don't fucking know shit?"
"She called me to meet in the coffee shop and gave it to me to give that either to you or your dad. That's it. I asked why, but she didn't say much other than, I quote and unquote, wanting to start a new life."
My brows meet, and my heart crashes. "What do you mean she wants to start a new life?"
"She had planned to go somewhere, and I noticed her carrying two travel bags, but before I could ask, she stopped me. That's all I know, I swear."
I blow a shaky breath. "Where's her phone?"
"It's in her apartment. Try asking her roommate."
"Thanks."
I hear a knock on my door. It's Edmund and Derek. They're both distant and expecting my rant, but I want my energy elsewhere and not on their fucking asses.
"You know the reasons why you're here, right?" I walk away from them.
Derek follows me. "I contacted Mr. Shin, but he didn't answer. I left a message asking if Ms. Mallory made contact with him or not. I can't think of possible places where it has significance to her."
I may just have an idea.