Tendai - the series

Tendai stood staring out at the world around her. She loved the view on top of the W. She had never been up there before. The sky rise wasn’t complete. Legal and financial issues had halted the project months ago. So now, it was just a 25-story empty dead building. She stood right on the ledge, staring out, trying to still her rapidly beating heart. She was in a state of shock. She had done it. She had actually done it. She thought it would be easy, but she was tortured. She had killed Rosen, and in such a cruel way. He had destroyed her life, he deserved it but she didn’t feel any better. A storm was starting and thick dark clouds were rolling in. As she stood there, she wasn’t sure what to do next. Rad had to pay too. But she didn’t know if she had the resolve to do it. She had the strength; there was no doubt in her mind about that. She had obliterated Rosen’s house and then teleported to the W. She could take on Rad. That wasn’t the problem. She just wasn’t sure she could actually do it. Where was he? Didn’t Rosen say he would be here?

“I’m here.”

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Tendai woke up early the next day, confused. And then she remembered, Rad. She felt his arms around her and she turned around and kissed him. His eyes fluttered open, his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey baby,” he murmured.

She smiled and touched his face.

“I’m hungry. I’m going to have something sent up okay?”

He nodded and slackened his arms. Tendai rose from the bed and went into the living room. She opened the door and picked up the newspapers outside the door. She placed them on a coffee table and then ordered breakfast. Then she lay back on the sofa to read. The front page headline of one paper hit her pretty hard.

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“There was an accident at the clinic.”

Nimako swung around to look at his father.

“Tendai? Is she okay? Did she do something?”

Nana Nimako stood up from the sofa and closed the door to the living room. He had begun spending more time with his son and his family, and had sort of moved in temporarily. This was a difficult time for all of them and his son needed him even more now. Nimako couldn’t talk to his wife, children or friends. His father was his only confidant now. Nana also needed his son. In all his years, nothing had ever terrified him this much. When his wife died, he had been terrified of living without her, but this was much worse.

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