Bashing Trinity

BASH

“Why didn’t you tell me that her fiancé died? I could have avoided asking her about him, Lizzy.”

She sighs from the other line. I couldn’t sleep after what I just found out about her relationship. It breaks my heart to see her in such pain, and I can’t do anything to help her.

“Bash, she needs you. She may laugh, jokes around, or pushes you away, but she suffered a lot losing her fiancé. She needs the Bash that she used to know. She needs her best friend,” Lizzy says softly, convincing me.

“She doesn’t need me, Lizzy. You can’t push her on me if she doesn’t want me, and I can’t force what we had to be back to normal. All she needs is to accept her loss and move on. She has you as a friend.” The frown deepens on my forehead. Honestly, I don’t want to be just her friend anymore. I want to be wanted. I want to be someone she needs, not because she was my best friend.

“You didn’t get it, Bash.”

“Tell me then, Lizzy.” I close my eyes.

“You can bring back the old Trinity. Haven’t you notice? She is trying to be strong, but it doesn’t feel right because she is fooling herself. Deep inside, she is broken. You broke her, and then, she’s broken again when her fiancé died.” Lizzy blames me. I know it, and a part of me, I blamed myself too.

“I didn’t break her, Lizzy.” I ignore the pang inside my chest and the fact that she shoves into my face.

“Do tell, Bash. Aren’t you broken too?” she asks, demanding an answer.

“Just drop it, Lizzy. My case is different. It’s not like that,” I clarify awkwardly.

“What is your case then? And how it isn’t like that? You jumped into conclusions, and then you didn’t come to visit again for over three years, and you avoided anything about her. You always walked away when we were talking about her. Tell me, baby brother.” She sounds pissed. She has the right to because she cares a lot about Trinity. They became best friends while I’m gone.

I don’t know what to tell her because I know she’ s right. I didn’t come to spend a vacation for three years after what I saw on my first visit. Since then, I stayed in London and let my family come to visit me. I never asked anyone about her or even checked her on social media. I didn’t realize how much I was hurt when I saw her that night.

“Whatever, Lizzy, and I didn’t call you to lecture on me. I remember asking you why didn’t you tell me,” I retort.

“Bash, didn’t I mention you that you avoided anything has to with her?”

I slump myself to the couch, defeated. I can’t fight with Lizzy.

“Remember I told you that it isn’t too late? It isn’t, is it? Now, it’s time for you to be a better friend or better be more than a friend.” She starts giggling.

“Lizzy, it’s not the right time for that.”

“Oh, really? So, when will it be?” she asks, sounding hopeful.

“She doesn’t even trust me, and I don’t even know how to befriend her.” I don’t even know what to do or how to start. Trinity seems so close to me—she’s a grasp away, but her heart and mind are so far.

“Yay! My baby brother needs his big sissy’s help. Leave it to me, baby Bash.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes with that annoying nickname.

***

“Morning,” I greet her with enthusiasm.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I kept turning in bed after my phone call with my sister. I don’t know how to get back the old Trinity, but I want her back pretty bad, and I will accept anything she can offer even if it’s just an acquaintance or an officemate for as long as I can talk to her every day. I know it sounds desperate, but I need her help too.

But seeing her today is worth a sleepless night. She’s already in her office, hustling on the keyboard, and her green eyes are focused on the screen. She turns her swivel chair when she hears me.

She’s wearing a cream-colored blouse with ruffles in front and a dark red knee-length skirt and white four inches high heels. Her hair curled messily. I guess the red lipstick is her signature because she looks gorgeous.

“Good morning, Boss.” She rises from her seat, pulling down her skirt, then smoothens it. She smiles tightly without showing her perfect teeth. But she looks better today compares to our last encounter in this office.

Trinity is jaw-droppingly beautiful.

“You’re here early.” I check my watch. It’s twenty-five minutes after eight.

like you is nine sharp,” she

with the boss thing, Trinity? I thought we already agreed about it in our first meeting.”

memory, Hughes,” she answers with a hint of a smile on her lips.

have a good memory too.” I finally break into a

smiles back at me. “Okay, then. Can I get you a coffee or something? We have the coolest high-tech coffee machine here in your building.”

her grasp. “I know my calendar for today, Tri. You already sent me an email last night about my schedule unless you made some changes.” I put down the iPad back on

like a runway model. I grab her left hand, and she freezes. “We’ll go out to buy coffee,” I tell her, but she doesn’t

at her, and she’s looking at me with slightly wide eyes. She blinks and licks her lips. I can’t help but look down at her full red lips when a

Shit!

like the coffee in the building, or we can just ask your driver to buy

“Trinity, I could’ve bought for us if I wanted to, but

I don’t

move your lazy ass, and you’re coming with me.”

tries to slip her hand from my grip. Her features

have to put up

celebrated my first anniversary with my fiancé, and I have to celebrate it alone in his grave instead of doing it in the restaurant with him or

falls, and my heart hurts. She pulls her hand quickly as soon

me. “Let’s go. I still have work to do.”

She gestures her hand. I slide the key card that’s exclusive only for my

“I’m not gonna hurt you intentionally,

in the elevator and mutters

I can sense the tension in the small gap between us. The only things I can hear are my

glance down at her beside

“Thanks.”

My lips curve to smile. “Don’t you think you wear taller high heels?”

“I love my shoes, and what’s with the judgment, Mr. All-perfect?” She’s gorgeously sassy.

not judging you, Tri, but we will walk down the street. Your feet might hurt, you know,” I chuckle.

of me already, huh? Just so you know, I wear high heels just right.”

should pass a regulation in banning you on wearing

me that notices her. I can just push her against this elevator wall and kiss her lips until swollen, but I value the little trust

You are my

spreads in my lips. “It only takes a

smile. she bumps her elbows on my arm. “Shut up, Bash!” God, how I missed this.

I let her out first as soon as the elevator

on her back to let her moves closer to me since it’s still rush hour, and we can’t help to bump with people in suits, rushing against the time. The honking of vehicles and the smell of

walk? I’m worried about your

Her legs look sexier and longer on those heels. I guess,

worried when we are near the

coated some mascara on her lashes, although they’re

I’ve no

remember? When we sneaked

laugh. “How will I forget when you wore that tiny purple dress to impress Adam Lavine. What were you thinking? We’re going to a concert, not to a nightclub.”

laughs.

and

We can’t find a taxi, and our phones

cut her off. “Because you consumed our phone batteries just

my arm. “Then my feet hurt like hell. I had blisters. Oh, my god! That didn’t happen again.”

“At least you got a best friend

and you almost punch that beggar when he said, “Yo! Watta ass

I laugh with her.

decided to take our coffee and blueberry muffins to the office. My phone vibrates

morning,” I answer cheerfully.

down the street?” Dad asks over the

the crowd,