Khlea’s Point of ViewWhile I was getting dressed in my unit, I didn’t know what Allison and I were going to talk about. I have no idea. If it’s about me being busy with Cindy and not having time for aces, I will really fight and insist that it’s not true. Clifford knows that I have other business and when they need me, I go right away.I don’t know where Allison is coming from. Yes, I don’t have time to be with Aces, but I don’t forget my obligation as Aces. I just don’t get along with them on their schedules, which is not important.I took a deep breath as I looked in front of the mirror. I only put on light makeup so that I don’t look too pale. I can’t even count on my fingers how many times I breathed. I have so many thoughts. Why is Allison like that to me now? Am I guilty? If there is, what is it? Because I don’t remember anything.I also admit that I was sulking because I felt very irresponsible because of what she was saying to me earlier. I questioned my Ace status because of
Nishane's Point of View "WHAT the hell are you telling right now?!" My surprise. My body feels chilly throughout. My future behavior is unknown. With what Clifford stated, I was unable to think clearly. I was shaking from head to toe. I have the impression that someone has stolen my soul.'Clifford, what are you saying?'It felt as though something was in my throat, blocking the words, "Am I pregnant?" Speaking up and posing that question was challenging for me.Do you think that's the cause of my constant vertigo? Do I actually feel nauseous because of that?I mistakenly believed that my lack of sleep was to blame. I initially believed it to be a result of my lack of sleep. My pregnancy came at a moment that I never anticipated.Every time something between the two of us occurs, I am aware of Clifford's caution. Why, therefore, did this occur? Why was that thing made?Why now when my life is about to take so many unexpected turns that I can no longer handle them? What should my r
Nishane's Point of View "WIFE! Nishane! Hey! What's wrong?" Prior to fully closing the bedroom door, I heard Clifford call. He annoys me so much. He ought to be aware of that, I hope. But even if he doesn't, I hope he will soon realize how annoying he is.The bedroom door finally opened and shut after some time. It was evidence that Clifford had come in. I stretched out on the plush bed, took a deep breath, and wrapped a blanket around me.Clifford had sat there, I could tell because I felt the bed sink into the room behind me."Hey, wife. Are you mad at me? What did I do wrong?" He softly enquired. It appeared to be patient and quiet. It is not like earlier when he posed straightforward and occasionally even serious inquiries as if he were not in the mood.The smoothness of his voice has changed since then, though. When I'm pregnant, is that really how it is? Is he really so concerned about my feelings?I resembled a large tree that had just fallen. His kind voice made me vulner
Khlea’s Point of ViewI felt heavy when I woke up that day. Cindy and I talked about going with her to her chemotherapy session, but my whole body hurts so much. I got up and sat on my bed while holding my head. It seemed like it was going to explode with so much pain.I feel the heat of my whole body. I reached for my cell phone that was on the nightstand. I better call Candy so she can tell Cindy. Even though I was dizzy, I still tried to find Candy's number."Hello? Where have you been, Khlea? Cindy has been waiting for a while. She might be late for her session—”"I don't think I can make it today, Candy," I said, my voice still hoarse."Why, Khlea? Why is your voice like that? Are you sick?" Candy asked one question after another on the other line.“I wasn't feeling well when I woke up. My whole body hurts. Can you tell Cindy that next time I will go with her?”"Sure, Khlea. What's better is that you just rest there for now. Do you have medicine there?”"I think there is more. We
Khlea’s Point of ViewTwo days passed quickly, and I felt okay. On the days I was sick, Allison was the only one who visited me. Eight, seven, and even Clifford called to ask how I was doing. I appreciated their calls except for The8. I felt even sicker because that man pissed me off again.I had just finished taking a shower and was shopping for clothes when the doorbell rang, so I hurried over. I was even more surprised to see that it was Allison, and there was a lot of surprise on her face. She looked at me from head to toe."Did you take a bath?""Yes.""Do you want your pain to return? You're not good, are you?"I opened the door wide enough for him to enter. "My fever dropped early this morning. I'm also sticky, so I took a shower. Another thing is that I'm going somewhere now." I entered my room and followed her there."Are you going somewhere? Where are you going?""Cindy has a session today.""Cindy again?""Allison, we've talked about this, haven't we?" I smiled at her. I pa
Khlea’s Point of ViewI was just stunned as I sat in a chair outside the room where Cindy lost her life. I don't know how I will feel this time because I still can't believe what happened. My mind still doesn't want to accept that Cindy is gone. Just now we were talking and laughing.Candy left the room with puffy eyes. Next are their parents who are still crying. I stood up and just looked at the stretcher that was following them and was being taken out of that room. I knew that inside that black and big was Cindy's lifeless body.My knees became soft again and I just sat down. I can't cry even if I want to. I feel like I can still hear his laugh and voice. I want to wake up from this dream. It's not good and hurts the chest.I turned to Candy when she touched my shoulder. They cry but I don't. I want to cry but I can't. I am hurt by her loss but I can't let it out."Khlea, it's better that you go home first to rest. I'll just call you when and where C-Cindy’s wake is," said Candy.
Khlea’s Point of ViewThe sympathizers said goodbye to Cindy and me one by one. Cindy has been buried and there are only a few of us left in the cemetery. I don't know most of them, although some sympathizers are Cindy's friends. I didn't meet her other friends because I avoid socializing.Next to me was Allison, who had been quietly by my side and supporting me. I can feel her support for me, especially earlier when I cried a lot. Maybe if he is not by my side, only two things can happen to me. I will not cry and pretend not to be affected or cry until I pass out. Fortunately, even if I cried earlier, it was only a little."Do you want some water?" Allison asked me.I nodded and looked at Cindy's grave again. I noticed Candy was standing next to me, so I faced her. “Candy…”"It's a good thing your friend was with you earlier. I didn't go with you because I didn't know how to calm myself, either.""It's OK. All of us had no strength before. It's great and we have friends that we have
Nishane's Point of View I HAVEN'T been throwing up as frequently in the past few months. I am relieved to have moved past that point. Because I can now solely think about caring for the developing child inside my belly, my life has gotten easier.I came to terms with the fact that Clifford's child was inside of me. But since Clifford prefers to live a quiet life, which I do respect, we still have no plans to make this information public. I'm also reluctant to keep this a secret since I don't want to hear nasty things from individuals who respect me. They might say anything that could hurt me or my child, and I don't want that to happen..There are those poisonous supporters who only want to watch me perform and don't care if I have a happy family or a fulfilling existence. Although some individuals are selfish, others genuinely want to see me happy in every way. They are so enamored with me that they fail to realize that I am only human. that I also need a break since I'm exhauste