Samuel I peek into Kylee's room. Seems like she's sleeping. I tried to call Chrisanna but she blabbered something and cut the call. She's already wasted and I don't think I'll be able to hold myself anymore. I need to know where she is."She's in the opera club", Kylee's head pops out from the door, startling me and she closes the door in my face without hearing me out. Without delay, I rush out of the manor and keep calling her. This woman is impossible. The other day she was asserting her so-called rights and today, she didn't even bother to inform me that she would be going to a club as if she has all the damn rights and I don't have any. Driving at full speed, I reach the opera club which isn't far from the manor. It's a small space with a hundred people stuffed inside a shack. I keep my face mask and hat on while looking for her in the mild disco lights. Thankfully, the music isn't as loud as the bars.I look at each of the faces while crossing the crowd until I hear a chirpin
Chrisanna I wake up with the alarm clock going off, only to feel my head terribly aching and find it hard to push my eyelids up. I groan, rolling onto my stomach as I recollect some blurry visuals. Whenever I'm drunk, I can hardly sleep. Most of the time, I wake up for nanoseconds and doze off again. I remember each time I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, I saw Samuel sleeping underneath me. It might be a hallucination. My eyes flare up as soon as my head is filled with all the broken memories from last night and I jump off the bed, horrified."Shit! I'm screwed!" I groan. I don't know how much I blabbered last night. And I never wanted to be emotional in front of him, I never wanted him to know that his behaviour affects me. But I clearly remember what I had done. I told him that I missed him, his words hurt me, and not the least, I was acting like a totally whipped woman.The most embarrassing part was when I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, feeling terribly
Chrisanna "Look at you two", Emmy chirps while setting the cushions on the couch as I come downstairs, following Samuel. "I'm glad we can finally have breakfast together; especially both of you. You guys didn't have a single meal together if I don't count the dinner night at Christian's"Samuel lets out a sigh. "That's not a big deal, mom. Anyway, good morning""Good morning. I heard you guys had a great evening yesterday", Emmy says. Samuel frowns and his eyes straight lands on Kylee at the dining table. She's giggling at us. "Yeah, it was great!" I try to go along with it."We enjoyed— a lot", Samuel plays along, pulling me closer to him. My eyes drift upwards at him smiling at Emmy."Great. And it'll be great again if you join us for breakfast today, Samuel. You hardly had your meals with us ever since you came back", she crosses her arms at us.Samuel halts for a second, pursing his lips before nodding. "My sweet boy", Emmy pulls his cheek, and before she could pull his head
Chrisanna I don't have my car over here and I have no interest in getting into Samuel's after he literally went on a lunch date with some random chick despite me eyeing him. He just didn't care how I reacted, or he didn't even notice the change in my gaze. What freaks me out the most is he deliberately did it to piss me off. Because this is not the classic Samuel. After turning down a lot of options inside my head, I decided to go for an Uber ride. As I unlock my phone and tap on the application, I hear the grounding noise of a car that halts in front of me. I know who it is but I pretend to ignore him, keeping my eyes down. He's still here, flashing the headlights as a silent call. I grip my phone, tightening my jaw. Then he blows a horn right near me. I squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn't stop and keeps pressing the horn. I flare my eyes open and throw him a strong glare. He's looking in the front, not even at me."Could you stop?" I screech.He finally does me the favour by lookin
Samuel Until!My subconscious screams at me.This is wrong, Samuel!I push myself a little back, realizing what the hell I was doing. I should not!I should fucking not— when she's not even awake. She again squirms underneath me, her eyebrows curling up. The discomfort is visible on her face. "Jesus!" she seethes. "Mama! My head hurts"The next moment, she rubs her eyes, opening them slowly at me. Then she blinks, confused. "Huh!" she groans. "Oh! Mama isn't here" "Yeah. She is not", I mutter, sitting back and sliding my arm around her torso, pulling her upwards as her back rests against my torso and her head falls back onto my chest. I secure her with my arm and gently caress her forehead with my other hand. She just hums, holding my wrist. Her eyes are closed and she's still in half sleep. "You're so bad!" she mumbles, making me chuckle."Why so?"She doesn't respond, snoozing. "Chrisanna, don't sleep", I grunt. She's still snoozing but she can't fall back into a deep sleep
Chrisanna My heart is thudding against my chest. Wilder and faster. The closeness, his eyes straight into mine, my hand locked with his, and our breaths crashing into each other— everything seems to be so unreal. I should have remembered that I'm vulnerable around Samuel. If there's anyone who can make my emotions flow out after mama and paa, it's him. I didn't know the weakness I felt towards him years ago is still breathing inside of me. It's not dead. I blurted out I felt bad and I feel so damn embarrassed for acting like an immature bitch. Did he really ask me out?He did. But it must be out of pity.Because I am upset and he feels guilty about it. "Tell me", he lightly squeezes my hand and I pull it away, lowering my eyes. "You don't have to do that""Do what?""Fix it""I'm not fixing anything", he says. "Because I didn't do anything that might hurt you"I can say my heart did a hip-hop dance the moment he said he ditched Scarlett. I had been feeling so bad the whole day e
Hello, everyone! I know I should have posted this announcement earlier that the next chapter may take a while to be updated. You all must be waiting patiently and I really appreciate that. As you all know this is the month of Ramadan and I'm having a hard time to set up my schedule. However, I can assure you that from 1st April you'll get regular updates for this book and I'll try my best to post at least one long chapter before 1st April. There's a lot more to come. And I'm really excited to share the whole journey of Samuel and Chrisanna. This story is about family and childhood love. Tell me you all love 'I loved you all my life' trope like the way I do. Sobs! Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Chrisanna Mama has chosen a black one-shoulder satin dress with a wavy length. The dress itself is gorgeous but for hell's sake, it's so expensive. I couldn't afford that as of course, I don't own anything from my parents yet, even though they want to shower me with everything. Mama paid for it and she dressed me upright in the shop. I'm now standing in front of the mirror, staring at every bit of myself to make sure I look perfect, and this feeling alone is unusual to me. I never intended to look good for someone and I was never this nervous before. It's odd.Totally odd. Because this is not the first time I'm going out with Samuel. We had countless moments together in the ice cream parlour and street-side vendors. Still, it all seems so different to me than today. Maybe because our relationship isn't the same anymore.Maybe because he's not completely the same person I knew.Maybe I'm not the same girl who only admired him as someone closer. I touch my hair, my cheek, and my f
Hello, everyone. This month has been a really bad one. After I posted the previous chapter almost 10 days ago, I was doing pretty well. None of my family members nor I have ever suffered from Dengue before which is why I had no idea that after the fever decreases abruptly there is a higher chance to have a very bad fever after a couple of days. I wasn't fully recovered. Had to get admitted in the hospital. I really tried my best to use my free time to write something but it was next to impossible. It's been two days since I have come back home and doing pretty well. But due to a gap in writing, I'm unable to get motivated to write the next chapter. Must be an absurd request but please let me know in the comments how many of you are still with me, waiting for the rest of the chapters, so I can have some boost in motivation and push myself to finally get back on track. Thanks in advance for all the good wishes. Hugs?
ChrisannaYou know what's the worst part of this phase? I know every bit of change happening in my body and my mind but people around me— who love me— are trying their best to hide those changes I may not see but feel. I snuggle into Samuel's arms after breaking the kiss and exhaling deeply as his grip tightens. I feel his heart racing, faster than ever.He thinks I didn't notice anything. But I did feel everything. I felt the sudden change in his voice which he tried to hide. I felt his hands suddenly moving more gently than ever as if he was scared to touch my hair, as if he feared the more he'll mess with them the more they'll come out. He thinks he can prevent them from falling anymore. Maybe. But he can't.I know everything. I feel everything.I feel him. He can't hide. He can't lie. "You're feeling well? We can cancel the date if you want to", he asks me, squeezing my shoulders gently. "No. I wanna go""You sure""Hmm", I lift my head and smile at him. *We spent the rest of
Samuel"I'm sure I was born only to meet her", I say, smiling down, midway through my speech— among the group settling in a circle during the weekly meeting. "Every good thing that happened in my life— all revolved around her. I just don't know how that's possible. I believe that I was born for her. Just to meet her and love her. There's no damn purpose in my life. There haven't been any"My breath hitches as I look around at all the smiling faces."Do I look better to you all? Like better than how I was when I came to the first meeting?" A tinge of anticipation stirs me up. "I just don't want to go back to the worst phase of my life anymore. And I'm so fearful that it would happen if I keep watching her struggling. It's very painful—" I struggle to speak.Strangely, it didn't happen ever since I started coming to the meetings and I always talked fluently.As I struggle to speak, my phone rings. Even though it's not allowed to carry phones while in the meeting, I'm allowed as I discus
ChrisannaIt's like a script they have all memorized. "Line dance", Uncle Colton says, getting up and walking towards the music player. "Darn. I hate it!" Eric snarls. "All dancing like soldiers""It's fun. We do it every time in family gatherings", Judson says, flickering a smile. "Seriously! Are you a 50-year-old in the body of a 17-year-old?" Eric grimaces, making Judson silent."Stop bullying him, Eric", Kylee shoots him a glare."Opposite attracts— shit is real", Charlotte laughs her lungs out, taking sips from her drink."Okay, you all", Uncle Colton turns the music on. "Get into a line"As everyone takes place for a line dance, Samuel helps me to get up."You don't need to match and move that much, okay? Just enjoy", he says. "Don't stress" I nod and notice a few people from the park have also joined. The environment seems to come alive with the rhythm of the dance as I weakly copied Charlotte's steps who is standing before me and briefly look at Samuel beside me. He has a
ChrisannaThe sun-kissed park provides a picturesque setting as the sprawling green meadow unfolds in front of me. Towering trees with long branches surrounding us leaves gently rustling in the soft breeze. The vibrant colours of blooming flowers dot the landscape.I inhale deeply, swallowing the canvas before my eyes. It all seems so new and mesmerising. I haven't inhaled fresh air for months. More than half of the last five months were spent within the four walls of the hospital and I also didn't wanna step out.I miss my old life so much. I look yards away, taking every inch of the view, watching kids playing around, families conversing and groups of friends laughing aloud."It's really hot over here", Samuel comes beside me, blocking the sun rays straight hitting my face as how tall he is. I look up at him and smile, finding Zoey curled around his neck. "I missed this heat""In that case, I think you had enough of it", he slides his hand behind my back and I keep smiling at Zoey
Chrisanna Stage III. As hard as it is to accept, this is the reality. It's been weeks since I've been back to the hospital. Again.And it sucks. I'm going through radiation therapy now. Even though my breasts were removed, cancer spread beyond that area to nearby lymph nodes surrounding tissues, chest walls, and skin.My skin burns, itches, and aches most of the time. I feel tired even pushing my eyelids and sometimes it's even harder to breathe. Although my stitches are gone, leaving those lifelong scars, the soreness and fatigue still wake me up every night. But now I have learned not to cry out. I have learned how to live with this discomfort and pain. Among everything, my life is just standing still. It seems like I'm stuck in a loophole where the world is running at a fast pace and I'm just standing there. I don't feel the same anymore. I'm not the same. The changes haunt me. I find it hard to accept myself. And every time I try to speak my heart out, I can't. They don't
SamuelChrisanna had to spend the next week in the hospital. As she preferred, Aunty Ivanna was there for her most of the time. I rarely got to spend time with her as the nurses and doctors had to check on her every half an hour. She might need a few weeks to recover from the surgery before the radiation therapy starts. According to the doctors, she'll need more than a year to get past all that and it depends on her recovery whether she'd need more therapy or not. However, I'm more concerned about the woman she's turning into— completely different from what she was. She barely speaks to me. She just stares at me whenever I am there as if she's talking to me through her eyes and I feel dumb and desperate when I can't bring myself to understand what she might want to say.I try to be there for her as much as I can but I wish I could do more. To ensure I'm in a better state of mind, I regularly attend my therapy sessions. Connor introduced me to a group and I have attended two meetings
ChrisannaNo amount of willpower, confidence, and support can prepare you for this— no matter how strong you try to be— it's never that easy. The day I was diagnosed with this disease again, I was so sure that I would overcome it— again. If a seven-year-old child can fight, then a twenty-five-year-old grown-ass woman can definitely fight and win. But little did I know that, it's not the same— and never that easy.The more I was sucked into this illness, the more I realized it's not the same. It's more painful than anything else. Either I lose something that defines my identity, or I lose myself. Either way, I have to lose. Spacing out of reality, I look down at my hands, clasping and unclasping them as my eyes dart to the wedding ring, glistening on my finger. My thoughts slip away from one direction to the other one as Samuel's face flashes in front of my eyes. I haven't seen him for two days— ever since I was admitted to the hospital for surgery. I met no one as I requested them
SamuelI wasn't honestly expecting something like that. There's barely any word I can form to speak when she stares straight into my eyes with a blank face. Her voice barely shakes and her gaze doesn't even flinch.This is not anything like Chrisanna. Chrisanna is all about expressing. She doesn't believe in being or looking emotionless— cold and rough. She should have been nervous, scared, or hurt while saying such a huge thing to me. At least— to me!I had seen changes in her behaviour lately but it's something painful to watch.She keeps staring at me, waiting for an answer when I was completely spaced out. I shrug, clearing my throat."Okay""It's awful", she doesn't blink— and her voice is ice cold. She should be flinching and groaning in frustration and maybe in anger. There's nothing!"It's not awful", I exclaim, immediately sliding my palm around her jaw. "It's a way to heal you""Yeah. Just throwing away a part of my body isn't awful", she groans, making me unsettled."No.