Maybe a lot of you are thinking that my life is a series of déjà vu; nothing’s new and the same nightmares are happening. I don’t want to admit it, but I think you’re all right. From the very beginning, when I left home because I thought they hated me... it was a failure of judgment, a misjudgment that I wish I could turn around and do the right thing by asking them what the reasons for their hatred of me were. Even though I already talked with Papa, I don't think we've already settled the thing going on between us. We're still distant, but I'm happy that we've talked after my disappearance in their lives. I heard the coldness, but still he talked to me without getting mad, and that made me happy. Celine... my gorgeous older sister. I am buoyant that we've already made up. It filled my loneliness for all these days that we'd fought. As expected, she filled in the gaps in my frail heart. It's true that you'll think about the happiest moment in your life when you're at the edge of the r

He left after I said that. I don’t know if I should be thankful or what that he obeyed what I told him. What happened in the past is still a puzzle to me. I don’t even know if what he said was true or if he was plotting something. After what happened to me, I am starting to doubt everyone, even myself. I have no control over it when I’m with someone that makes me lose my ability to manage myself. I know it’s absurd, but it is kind of true. I took a deep breath and got up from the bed. I want to have fresh air to breathe. I’m too used to the smell of four-cornered rooms. I want to be free. I want to have the liberty that I thought I would have when I came here. I went to the stand where my dextrose was hanging and decided to go outside of the hospital. This looked like a private one, and I know the bills would be higher than my savings. I shrugged the thought off and leisured myself with the freshest of fresh air here. I sat down on one of the in-built benches. I picked the one that is

“How can I be sure that you won’t do that? I mean, as you’ve said, you’re one of them. I am not dumb to trust my enemy, Taddeio.” I don’t want to regret my decision. I want to know everything before making one.“I’m not asking you to trust me, Cai. Because even if you don’t, I will still be by your side. You'd won me even in the past and you still have me now,” he said, staring intently into my eyes.I can’t afford to rush my decisions or make one when I’m still at the height of my emotions. It won't be a radical and rational action. Should I believe him? No, Merchaiass. He betrayed you. But where and when? Did he really betray me? I mean, he doesn't have any obligation to tell me everything, right? But he should, as he said that he liked me even before. "Am I good to be discharged?" As I was looking at my arm where the needle went through, I asked him. I was too tired to walk and asked the nurse about it. "Y-yes, but you should stay here first. It's advice from the doctor himself,"

I woke up because of the noise coming from outside. I didn’t realize that I dozed-off after my back touched the soft cover of the bed. I got up from the bed with the pain in my neck and walked towards the direction where the door was located. I sneaked a peek and saw two young people, a boy and a girl, who were playing by themselves. They were enjoying themselves, and by just watching them, it made me feel what they were feeling. It softens my heart and I have caught myself watching them for quite a long time now. The girl saw me and showed me her cute smile. She has incomplete teeth, and judging from her appearance, she's probably seven to eight years old. She waved her hand at me and I waved back. She took a step to come forward, but stopped when the young boy held her arm and whispered something in her ear. My forehead creased when her innocent face suddenly turned into a grim one. Her eyes also change into something that a normal child can't do. I felt threatened because of her fie

My body felt a vibration near my thigh area. I was wearing cargo pants that were owned by Taddeio. I don't know if he bought this or not, but it smelled like him. So I assumed that this was his. Struggling with the cuffs on, I tried to bend my knees up to my chest in the hope that I could reach the phone that was stored in the left pocket. It's impossible, but I need to try. Taddeio is in danger! I wiggled my body to let the phone out of the pocket. A glimpse of hope ignited my desire to continue what I was doing when I saw the head part of the phone peeking out... just a little bit more. We'll get there. The consistent twitching of the phone helped it to move, and it slipped after numerous tries. The problem now is how to answer it. My hands were bound to the bed, but my legs moved freely. Redness was visible on my wrist when I decided to stand up and use my feet to navigate the phone. It's hard... really hard. At first, I thought it would be as easy as using our hands normally, but