[DAPHNE YILDIZ] I could not do anything but accept my destiny. Despite the thought of wanting just to die, I still tried to strive, walking nonstop, trying to find something I could use in my struggling journey at the dump of garbage. My feet are shaking... My head hurts because of how many days I have been without anything to sustain my body. I seem to lose hope and even myself, near to losing my sanity. I look around, but nothing to see. A sudden drop of water seems to stir me up. It's about to rain. I abruptly haste, partly running to hide somewhere, but then the rain poured so harshly that it totally soaked me underneath. My mouth is already catching the falling rain due to so much thirst. Thankfully, it wetted my dried throat. I'm like a pitiful creature who has forcibly adapted to its surroundings. A few moments later, my stomach grumbled again. I was overwhelmed by the street restaurants. I feel so hungry that I want to grab any food I see.I feel like I just want to do b
WHEN Daphne got conscious, she was already lying in bed. A bunch of uncertainty knocked her off when her eyes rested on the vicinity. Dreadful queries filled her. "Where am I?! What am I doing here!?" Those were running over and over again in her innocent mind. She got up and left the bed, heading to the big door. Her fist immediately came to its constant knocking. "Open it!!! Is there someone in there? Can you hear me? Let me out!!!" It screamed almost hoarsely, and her nerves came out from the side of her neck. Despite the noise, no one answered. Her energy just ran out, but no one paid her any attention even though she knew there was someone due to the soft laughter on the other door. After a few more hours of feeling hell, someone finally showed up—a girl with a bland face. "Hey! Help me out, please..." Pleading with agony, the girl leaves a plate of so-called food far from it and looks like garbage. Daphne shook it so it fell and scattered on the floor. She was helpless
"You don't seem to be your bubbly self. Are you okay?" Craig couldn't help but ask his twin sister when he caught a glimpse of her. They are currently at Zeke's wedding ceremony, Cara's ex-boyfriend. "I'm lovely, brother," Cara answered without looking. When the ceremony ended, Cara planned to leave without informing Zeke, but he saw her. "Cara! Hold up!" Zeke called out, but she just looked straight at the road she was walking by. Zeke called her again. Craig didn't know whether to stop his sister or let it go. He knew there was something troublesome with Cara since they arrived at the wedding venue. "Don't look back, brother!" Cara restrained her brother when he was about to face Zeke. "If you don't confront him, he'll think you're still affected. Is that what you want to happen?" Craig was trying to make a point, but Cara seemed adamant. "I don't care what he thinks, brother. I just want to go far from this place as possible. You can stay if you want but don't stop me. You d
"Why didn't you talk? Instead, let them treat us this way, brother?" Cara nagging. "Cool down, Cara.. I have a better plan. That girl will regret this. I'll make sure of that." For a moment, Craig dialed his phone and talked to someone. "Let's go now." "No. I want to go home.." Craig agreed as Cara demanded, together heading back to the car. Cara fixed her sight at the window. Her blur memories with Zeke linger in her mind again. Craig just let her and just focused on the road. When they arrived, Craig did not hop out of the car. "Hey!" Cara shouted as her brother drove away after taking off. "Where is he going? Does he still intend to stroll??" Craig went to an illegal auction. Cara didn't know that, and only Craig and Eroz did. When Craig spoke on the phone with Eroz, he mentioned something that could solve his problem. He followed Eroz's advice to go to the address Eroz would give. A woman greeted Craig when he arrived at the place. "This way, Mr. White.." Craig was surpr
The next day, Craig returned to the club, where the manager herself, an accomplice with the bouncers, poorly treated them. "We're still closed..." A man said as Craig was about to enter. "Be respectful! Don't you know him? He is the owner of this club.." Craig's assistant explained. "Never mind," Craig commented and continued inside. His eyes narrowed when he saw the woman who had kicked them out again last night. "What is this woman doing here?" Craig turned to his assistant. He was unable to speak and focused on the woman. "And what do you mean? FYI, I'm the manager here. Wait! You're the one who got into a fight with my boyfriend last night. What are you doing here? You still have a face after I kicked you out?" Craig's assistant was shocked at the disrespect the woman was showing. His assistant was about to speak, but he stopped him. "Okay, I'll let you dream while it's still early," Craig said bluntly, then looked for a place to sit. Another staff who knew Craig was about
[DAPHNE YILDIZ] Even though I managed to flee the wretched fate my mother wanted, it seems I can't escape what the universe has destined me to marry someone I don't know. I don't even know what love is. At a young age, all I think is how to get out of poverty. That's it. Looking at myself blandly wearing this white wedding dress in the mirror, I felt like I was already dead, losing my purpose. Would I rather be dead? Perhaps things would turn easy. This isn't a wedding but a funeral—my early burial. "Daphne." A knock on the door, calling out my name, made me turn. It was Cara with a broad smile that flashed over her face. Suddenly, her presence brushed off what was on my mind just earlier. "You ready?" I nodded, standing up from my seat and holding up both sides of my huge dress. WALKING on the aisle as the music lingered through my ears, I couldn't help but cry inside. What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment? Is not my life struggling enough? Everything was falling a
"Someone keeps on calling you! Shut it off. It's kind of disturbing! Or hide your phone where I cannot see it." I chuckled at Ziggy's complaints.I picked it up while still dancing. My eyes were already half closed, and I seemed to fall. "Hell! Lo!" Smirking, I shouted in the line. "Where the hell are you?? It's past midnight, Daphne!" I got curious, checking who I was talking to. "Cara??" I said, giggling. "Where are you? Tell me the address. I'm going to pick you up!" "What??" Shortly, I responded. Now I understand why the hell she's always out partying. It is fun. "I said where are you? You badass!" Cara kept on yelling. The hell what was her problem? I never intervened when she was out all night. Why bother me? "I'm at my friends club!!" After that, I cut the line. I don't know what happened next. I just drink and drink and drink. "Hell yeah!! Shot shot shot!!" After a while, I felt someone grabbing my hand. "Let's go home! You are tanked up!" My eyes narrowed, trying to
Cara brought me into a classic Japanese Restaurant with background music that could literally relax my entire human being. Where did she learn this place? I didn't know it existed. When we settled in our seats, she called out the waitress by raising her right hand. "What do you prefer to eat?" Cara asked me without throwing a look as she scanned the menu. "Anything would do," I said, scrutinizing her face freely. I could imagine Craig just by looking at her. After telling our order to the girl who assisted us, she placed her elbows on the table, intertwining both hands but still not looking at me. "How's your school?" "Fine.." Shortly, I said. We started eating quietly when our food order arrived. "Don't drink too much again." I glanced, then went back to my plate. A pinch of sadness hit me as to how Cara was concerned about my whereabouts while Craig, my husband, her twin brother, was not. I didn't utter a word and just buried myself in my food. "Are you alright? Do you hav