Novels by Gimmylla Gim

SOULFUL WORDS AND AMBUSH.Everything had returned to normal for Vince and Sammy, and they seemed to be even closer than they were, except that they were more than 2000 kilometers apart. There was not a day that went by without them calling each other, burning their data on video calls to take and eat together.Sometimes, Sammy Vince would attend Sammy's house classes with him, and Sammy would do the same.After each class, they grew a habit of teasing the lecturers and mimicking the funny ones all day long.Not long ago, Vince graduated from business school, and Sammy attended through a video call. Sammy's own would be coming on soon, and both guys were waiting impatiently for that day.Why?Vince had promised Sammy that he would be there with him. He was done with schooling for now, and what he was waiting for to get his full freedom from Mrs Klein was the last trip Mrs Klein made him to promise, therefore, he had told Sammy that he would be going for a business trip with Mrs Klein,

ALIVE AGAIN.Sammy took the phone from the therapist and fell to the floor to talk to Vince. He was all smiles that his lips were in their widest range, yet, Sammy was not tired of the smile. He never knew that he was smiling that much."Vince, hey." He said into the phone."Sammy, I was hearing your laughs. Are you okay?" Vince's words were laced with worry. A lot of worries that was dripping and had filled the floor."I was surprised you messaged me, I thought your mum didn't want you to.""Turns out you're not my mum's best friend, you're mine."Sammy's lips widened in an impossible wideness, both edges of his lips were almost touching his eyes."I knew you could not just abandon me here.""Never. You are the only one who knows me and still stays by my side." Vince said to Sammy."I couldn't leave," Sammy replied to him.They talked some more before the door of the room burst open, and Mrs Adams ran in. "Sammy." She called when she stepped in.When she saw her son and that he was o

AN UNCOMMON DRUG TO BE USED.Sammy was in the room with two people, a man and a woman. They were therapists who had come to help him recover.The woman was sitting down on Sammy's dressing chair, and the man was standing beside the door. Sammy was sitting in his bed. His hands were firmly gripping his phone as though he wanted to snap it off, his gaze locked on the process of the phone, but his mind was so far away from the surroundings of the room."Do you want us to talk downstairs for easier convenience?" The woman asked Sammy, but he remained as he was."Then, I'll assume you're comfortable like this." She stated.She got hold of the edge of the chair she was sitting on and pulled the chair closer to Sammy.Sammy was not aware of the closure, "Hey." That was the word that got Sammy's attention. He jolted away, farther into the bed so abruptly, as if he was burned by her closeness."Relax, I will not hurt you." She assured him, but did not attempt to move her chair forward again.S

VINCE CALLED.It all felt like something that could happen immediately— Sammy's sickness. Mrs Adams thought that if she could be saying Vince's name every time to her son, he would want to heal faster, but it didn't work that way.Every time she used Vince's name, Sammy would react to it, but when he realised that there was no Vince around, he would crawl back into his shell. A shallower shell he had built for himself.Sammy had been discharged from the hospital with a standby nurse with him to take care of him and always bring him to his therapy. He could walk— very slowly, and could do a lot of things by himself, but even after months of it, he said nothing to anyone.It was like his voice was gone. That was not it, he found no reason to talk, and he had been indoors.Mrs Adams was dressed for work. She headed to Sammy's room and knocked on the door. "Son, are you in?"Not like Sammy would go anywhere.She was answered by the silence across the house.She sighed and opened the door.

ONLY VINCE'S NAME COULD HEAL HIM.Mrs Adams knew for one that for the doctor to request an audience with her, something terrible must be happening to her son, but she went. Her sweaty hands were holding the hems of her top when she was moving forward. Her legs wobbled behind her, and her head felt heavy from thinking of everything possible that might be going on.She dreaded meeting with the doctor so much.The knock she left on the door of the doctor's office when she got there was such a weak one, and hearing it by the doctor was a mystery."Come in, Mrs." The doctor answered from inside.Mrs Adams took her time before she opened the door. Before that, she had put on a feigned calm look, perfectly hiding her fright under a wide smile."Doctor, you called for me." She said to the doctor as soon as she entered into the space for the office."Please," He gestured towards a seat before him. She sat down."Is there any problem, doc?""Ahem," He cleared his throat, "Your son might be wors

THERE IS NO VINCE HERE.Everything was happening so fast, and Mrs Adams began to work under no supervision. She was still trying to reach out to Mrs Klein and Vince, but was unable to do so.She got to work today without visiting Sammy first in the hospital, and bumped into Clinton who was going out with a hot girl by his side. Unlike the punk way he dressed the first time Mrs Adams met him, he was dressed in a black suit. He had no tie locked around his neck, and a few of his white shirt's buttons were undone.He had one of his hands holding the hand of the girl beside him, and the other hand was trapped inside his pants pocket."Oh, Mrs Adams, you're just the woman I want to see.""Good morning, Mr Clinton. You are looking good."He rolled his eyes at her, "I'm always looking good, but I don't do older women."Mrs Adams's eyes popped out of their sockets when she put meaning into what he was saying, "I never...""Sh!" He hushed her, "Now, listen up, Mrs Klein called me, and she said