When The Sky Falls - Book 2 by N. Y. (best english novels to read TXT) 📕

I said.

 

She smiled back, taking her phone and putting it back in her coat pocket.

 

"Guess i’ll see ya back at work tomorrow, huh?" she said.

 

 

"Yep, see ya tomorrow Sara." I said, walking off.

 

 

Sara looked back and walked down the street, turning the corner.

 

I stopped and turned around to see if she was gone, and she was.

 

 

When I unlocked the door, I found Jacob watching tv. 

 

 

I started on dinner, so that we could go to the park early and possibly go out for the rest of the day.

 

 

We had pasta for dinner and brownies for dessert.

 

 We barely spend time with each other, since we moved. But when you move, your life moves with you.

 

 

And I moved because it was better than living in an apartment. And besides, Jacob and I needed the move, because we need to start thinking about our future.

 

 

After we ate, we drove out to a park near us.

 

 

As we walk down pathway through the park, Jacob interrupts the silence.

 

"So, can you believe it. It’s halfway into September and guess who’s birthday it is?"

 

 

I laughed at the question.

 

"Mine. You gave me the hint Jacob, it’s mine."

 

He stopped us from walking and looked at me confused. "No, it’s one of best friend's birthday that’s coming up."

 

I looked at Jacob, confused.

 

 

"So i’m guessing you forgot that September is the month of my birthday too?" I asked.

 

"No, i’m just kidding. I know it’s your birthday."

 

"Oh," I reply.

 

 

I look away, as he chuckled to himself.

 

"God, Jacob. Didn’t I tell you that I don’t like it when you mess around with me."

 

 

He smiles at me, snickering under his breath.

 

We walked down the long path and came across a painter, who asked to paint a portrait of us. 

 

I smiled, as I remember getting a painting of ourselves in Paris.

 

 

"Can we get a painting of ourselves for once." Jacob looks at me.

 

"We already have one, But another wouldn't be bad." I said.

 

 

He smiles and dragged me down to where the painter was. He paid $3 to get a big canvas.

 

We had a wait for 12 minutes until our painting was dry enough to carry.

 

When we looked at ourselves, I was happy and Jacob was too.

 

 

This painted picture of us, was gonna be a new memory in our lives. And i’m gonna hang it up in the hallway across the guest room.

 

We took the painting back to the car when we left.

 

 

Just as we were gonna get into the car, Jacob stopped and asked to get an ice cream bar off the streets.

 

This will be my third one this week.

 

I reluctantly agree and the ice cream was amazing, even better than any other i’ve had.

 

 

Before entering into our neighborhood, we made a quick stop at the cupcake shop that me and Alex went to earlier.

 

We got a whole box of cupcakes and left.

 

 

The cupcakes were good.

 

This was the best night I've had in weeks.

 

Despite my interest in romance, I still think that hanging out with Jacob is a better than any other date that involved big amounts of spending at restaurant s and reservations.

 

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The next morning, I rushed to get ready. Because I almost woke up late.

 

And surprising enough, Jacob got up before me. So that he could take a few minutes to relax and watch tv, while I hurry.

 

 

It was nice to know he would let me have more time in the morning.

 

I hog up enough of the bathroom as it is.

 

He can be such a sweet sometimes.

 

 

As I continue, Jacob was already out the door and talking to the neighbors.

 

Jacob yelled from the distance.

 

 

"Hey! Elle come and meet our neighbors!"

 

I ran to the door annoyed.

 

"Jacob come on, one morning! And you had to make it this? You know I have to go to work, so get in the car already and drive!" I yelled.

 

 

I turned politely to the neighbors.

 

"Good morning, nice to meet you. See you some time around." I said, in a sweet voice.

 

They smiled and waved back nervously.

 

 

I quickly turned my smile back to a straight face, as Jacob left the driveway.

 

I followed behind him and got in my car, making sure I had everything for today.

 

 

I took the shorter way to get to work, since I didn’t have the time to stop for coffee.

 

I saw Marybella, parked into the FARELLE parking lot. She wasn’t wearing anything pretty, but rather normal.

 

Like she lost her feeling to wear pink all the time.

 

 

She wore a black track suit and her hair was down for once.

 

I barely recognize her.

 

 

I went up to Marybella, hoping to make her feel better.

 

"Hey, Marybella. How are you, since the last time I saw you?"

 

 

She turned around and looked at me with no smile. She instead pulled out cigarette.

 

 

"Wait! Hold on Marybella, you can’t smoke now. After what we agreed on!" I started.

 

 

She yelled back. "I don’t care anymore. I'd rather die from smoking then suffer through it…"

 

My eyes turned weary as I replayed her response in my head.

 

 

She walked towards the alley, not saying a word. 

 

I felt sad for Marybella. Having to go through this and not tell anyone what’s happening.

 

 

I figured after work, I would follow Marybella back home and check to see what she was diagnosed with.

 

I've had it up to here with waiting for her to say it. And maybe I could help her get through this process.

 

I was beginning to think that Marybella’s closing off and not making much conversation, was going to be a long term thing.

 

 

She hasn’t even talked with Mark. I can tell.

 

I think that talking with Mark again, might start up a new trust between them.

 

I fear Marybella might go a long way to come out of what’s going on.

 

 

I entered through the glass doors and found a million people setting up and designing dresses for the writers and design award show.

 

I haven’t found a dress yet, but I'm hoping Rikki could help me get a dress I want for the show before next week.

 

And it’s only the middle of September.

 

 

Rikki rushes up to me, after I set down my purse and bag on my receptionist desk.

 

"Elle, you have to help me. Mark’s here and he wants to apologize to Marybella. I think it’s gonna be a disaster if Lauren or Vanessa finds out her boyfriend is here and they're probably gonna fight!"

 

 

I quickly thought of something, as Rikki rushes me to the restroom, where Marybella was.

 

"Okay, where is she now?" I asked.

 

"She’s in here and any minute he’s gonna run into her and…"

 

 

As Marybella got out of the restroom and walked to the photoshoot area, we stopped her in her tracks.

 

"Hold on Marybella, you need to stop!" I yelled, before she took another step.

 

 

She looked up confused.

 

"Why should I stop?"

 

 

I sniffed the smoky smell on her clothes, I can tell she’s been smoking a lot today.

 

"Really? Marybella, you have pick the perfect time to smoke again, come on we’ve been over this. No more smoking," I say.

 

 

She sighs and walks to my reception desk.

 

Rikki and I walk slowly behind her, while Rikki looks around making sure Lauren or Vanessa weren't coming our way.

 

 

Suddenly Mark walked in through the glass doors, it surprised us and Marybella.

 

Mark laid eyes on Marybella and walked towards her. While Rikki and I, watched from a distance.

 

Mark hesitated before he talked to Marybella.

 

 

"I can’t think of any way to see you again, I miss you at home and I need you back. Please Marybella, don’t do this to us."

 

 

Marybella looks off to the side, sighing.

 

Marks sniffs the air, looking straight at Marybella.

 

"Have you been smoking again? You know I hate it when you do that."

 

 

Marybella finally attempts to look at Mark, but instead she walks away.

 

Mark grabs her arm and swings her around, till she was close enough to him.

 

"Come on, Marybella. You can’t do this now, tell me what’s going on and then i’ll leave you alone."

 

 

Marybella finally answers.

 

"For real, you're gonna leave me alone?"

 

Mark nods his head, looking at Marybella. She sighs then answers.

 

"I got diagnosed with something, that might be fatal. But i’ll get through it myself, so please leave and no more questions."

 

 

She walks off, down the pathway leading to the design department.

 

Mark looks back at her.

 

 

He turns to me, "What is it that she has that's making her act this way?"

 

Rikki shrugged, I answered.

 

"I don’t know but i’m gonna find out."

 

 

Mark leaves before Lauren enters the photoshoot area.

 

She gave announcements.

 

I had prepared a speech and went during my break time with Rikki to go get my dress. It’ll be delivered to my house the day before the show on Saturday.

 

 

Despite the shopping I do with Rikki on a regular basis, I spent most of my time during lunch with Marybella.

 

At lunch, when Rikki and I came back to eat for the last 12 minutes, Marybella sat at our table but didn’t speak a word the whole time.

 

She barely even ate most of her food.

 

 

I even asked if she wanted her favorite ice cream, green mint chocolate chip.

 

But she refused and left lunch early.

 

I was feeling bad, all the people she had in her life tried to leave her alone.

 

And me, her only true best friend since she left Russia.

 

 

I knew Marybella was gonna eventually give the silent treatment. But I have no way of breaking it.

 

But she might understand if I do.

 

It’s nothing, but a diagnosis she can get rid of sounds to me like a challenge for her life.

 

 

I helped the set designers with things instead of going home. And even Sara helped, who came into work late to catch up on her experience story about FARELLE.

 

Rikki finally left after she was done getting the plans for the award show sorted out.

 

I left home, minutes after she left.

 

 

I drove my car out of the parking building. And instead of driving home quickly, I left a message for Jacob, saying I was doing late things after work.

 

I didn’t tell him about Marybella’s problem, because he had nothing to do with it or me being involved in it.

 

 

When I arrived at the apartment, I saw Marybella.

 

I went up the stairs and the elevator to the apartment.

 

 

I unlocked the door with patience this time.

 

I opened the door and saw Marybella sniffing her nose. I guess she was crying before.

 

I closed the door behind me slowly.

 

 

She looks back to me and wipes her cheeks.

 

She stands up and runs to me. She wraps her arms around me tight.

 

I’ve never seen Marybella hug me this tight.

 

 

She rarely ever hugged me, but today was something special and she finally did.

 

She held on to me tighter, as I wrapped my arms around her too, make her sob even more.

 

 

She eventually stops and we talk.

 

 

"Here take my cigarette pack, I don't need it." she said.

 

She hands me a tissue box, filled with boxes of cigarettes underneath the tissues.

 

"Marybella..." I said softly.

 

"I know, I just wish I wasn't diagnosed with this thing. But I am and now I have to stop smoking."

 

 

I hugged her back tightly as she tried to stop herself from crying again.

 

I’ve been worried about her since she told she got diagnosed with whatever it was.

 

I just hope she gets through this fast enough.

 

 

Later, I drove home and Jacob had fixed up dinner tonight.

 

It was delicious.

 

 

I remember the last he made something, it ended up smoking up the house.

 

But tonight, he made something easy. An almost snack like dinner, and I loved it.

 

 

I went the bed that night thinking that something’s gonna happen if Marybella doesn’t spill the beans about what she was diagnosed with.

 

And it’s annoying me every minute that I think about her. Will she survive this thing and if not, what will happen?

 

 

I know Marybella will fight if this is her way back to a normal life.

 

But for now, she’s going on a journey, so I have to give her space.

 

 

 

As soon as I woke up the next day, I thought to myself I guess since she is one of my best friends, I'm naturally supposed to be worried.

 

But Rikki isn’t and I think I should stop visiting Marybella or at least get my mind off of her.

 

 

I brushed my teeth thinking about something else, like the smell of fresh laundry or the smell of the writers and design building at FARELLE.

 

 

But eventually, I started thinking about Marybella again. And the way