D I V E R G E

'Would you like a cup of tea?' Freddie offered from behind, swinging in her spinning chair like a five year old. I shook my head in negative declining, office's tea tasted bad.

'Isn't great that we work in the same firm, together?' I nodded, still typing on my laptop while she munched on her chips and slurped the warm tea.

'From being a police detective to an employee in a pharmaceutical company was something I did not imagine in my wildest dreams.' I spoke the reality, the only bitter truth.

She huffed, squeezing my shoulder, I received a light pat on my back. Turning to my left I suddenly noticed the drizzling outside the window. The water as it slowly dropped upon the green leaves, the fresh smell of the damp soil and the dark clouds looming upon us, the city was soon going to be drenched by the expected rain.

'It's going to be ok.' Her voice snapped me from mesmerising the nature. I sighed, it was always what I heard and I was still waiting for the day that I, myself would say this statement.

Nonetheless, I nodded.

'Bellona!' I looked up from the screen, my eyes catching our receptionist smiling at me.

'You have got a visitor, please make your way to the front desk.' She spoke in her high pitched voice before walking away while I wondered who it was.

I stood up and brushed my crumpled dress, my heals clicked on the white marble floor as I made my way to the elevator. Smiling to my fellow colleagues as I passed them, upon reaching I walked to the visiting area to find it empty. My brows turned downwards into a frown.

'Who was it?' I mumbled to myself.

A tap on my shoulder made me turn reviling a person I didn't want to see. Glancing at his half soaked face, the wet hair and the drops of water that dripped on his face. I coughed lightly, trying to get away but again-standing in my way he looked at me, a different kind of aura retaining around him, his eyes spoke guilt.

'What is it?' I asked ignoring any formal greeting.

'I want to talk.'

'As far as I know, there is nothing to talk about Mr. Lin.' I stared at him and this time my voice came out firm.

'I want you to know something, it's important.'

'There isn't anything I want to know.'

'Listen to me.' Clenching his jaw, he grabbed my wrist as I started walking away making me trip.

'Are you incapable of resisting yourself from being a jerk?!.' I whisper-yelled. He removed his hand mumbling a small ‘I apologise’.

'Ms. Campbell please, give me a minute.'

His pleading voice made me somehow soft.

'You have ten minutes.' I spoke leading him to my desk, the messy desk had immense amount of things stacking up, the drawers were nearly boiling and to be honest..I was a little embarrassed about that.

Dragging a chair form nearby, I gestured him to sit. He had a brown briefcase from which he gently took out some documents and handed it over to me. I glanced at the papers in my hand.

‘27th May, were you present at the the court on 27th May on the day of hearing? When you filed against Dr. James Hebron.’

‘Yes.’ My eyebrow frowned.

‘Did you see who was witnessing from their side??’

‘There was no witness appointed as Dr was admitted to the hospital, he was severely sick.’

‘I met forensic expert James Hebron yesterday.The medical files they were exchanged by...Marcos.' He rambled the whole story to me while I sat there bewildered.

'Did you know Marcos was an assistant..specifically James's assistant?'

'No.' I sighed rubbing my temples one more time. It was a lot of information to take in. I flipped the white pages looking at the original medical forensic report of my mother. There was another document proving the evidence of Marcos as the forensic expert’s assistant.

'I know I was wrong, I know. But after knowing all this, letting go would be a foolish move. I want you to come back. I apologise for the way I reacted. This is the beginning, the first evidence that has caught our hands.' His grey orbs contained a spark, a spark telling me he wanted it so badly, just like me..the wind blew my hair as the drizzling had stopped. The sun started to reappear peeking from the clouds, the heavy pouring rain that was expected, it took a turn.

I looked over to the window as my mind resembled both mine and the nature's lives. We both had started with a gloomy day with dark patches of clouds looming upon us, sulking down in our lives like we had nothing to look forward to but hope made us step forward, certain circumstances made us look towards a change, a good change, a better change.

'Sometimes it's the lack of faith and believe which pulls us back.' I muttered loud enough for him to hear it.

'The only way to get our hands on Marcos is to get him locked up-‘

'That's possible..'

'Without any legal warrant it's not.'

'Marcos has some charges over him, he is accused of drug trafficking and his trial has been going on..on Monday the jury will give their verdict.'

I looked at him, the grey orbs holding so much in but refraining himself from saying it out loud. At this point, the man sitting in front of me was pleading.

'You want me to take this evidence in front of the court?' I inquired.

Kris's phone rang making us disturbed, he excused himself for a second. I sat there thinking whether I wanted to be involved in this again. Sipping on my coffee my eyes diverted towards the time reminding me that it was break. I could hear faint whispers of Kris as he talked to someone.

After some time I heard footsteps of him reaching me, he pulled his chair back sitting down on his seat.

'Mrs. Alison is handling the case. She is a-’

My eyes snapped at her name, I knew her. I knew her very well.

'The same officer that handled the case of my mother...I-I know her.' I Interrupted him, his fingers grasped the file. Nodding his head, he sighed.

'Ms. Campbell-’

'Call me Bellona.'

'I need you to be there Bellona, maybe it's selfish to plead to someone for your own good...but I-I don't care. It's the flash of memories that come across every time I sleep, it's haunting, it's eating me inside and I can't carry that burden with me..the blood of my parents is stained on that murderer's hand and every time I think he is on the loose, I cry with fear that someone like me will lose a loved one, a piece of them they can never restore.'

I could see the paleness of his face, the feeble voice at the end of his speech and at that time the person that sat in front of was not the Kris I had been introduced to, he was someone who was vulnerable, someone who had gone through what I had. My eyes welled up at the terrible memory of the time where everything seemed impossible.

And now when it was possible, I had to do something.