Chrisanna I gasp at the sight of Samuel standing less than a foot away from us. His jaw is tightened and grey eyes are throbbing along with the thin veins under his skin. Get ready to be bashed along with this blonde chick for creating chaos in the office. However, I'm already upset about the fact that he has to confront me just in case people think he's favouring me. And Scarlett is doing her job. He wouldn't say anything to her. A part of me understands the whole scenario but as I already said, I'm not trained enough to take his harsh words— the ego-busting thing is different.As he walks to us, keeping that dangerously hard look on, Scarlett throws me a glare as if she already knows I'm about to get fired as Samuel mostly did in his old workplace.He scowls at me briefly as he approaches my desk before turning to look at Scarlett.She cleaves her throat as if getting ready to deliver a whole ass speech to call me out on my errors."Mr Vance, this girl—""Who gave you the right to
Chrisanna I think I trekked onto something I shouldn't have. By the way, his chest rises and his eyes freeze on me, I feel my heart thudding. He looks anxious, not angry, not frustrated. Such questions always made him feel uncomfortable and I do regret snapping at him with this question. However, it should be a general one, right? This is not a question about the past. "Tell me", I ask him again.His eyelids drop, shedding his eyes as he inhaled deeply, sliding his palm up to his neck. He's breathing in and out. He's trying to calm down. "You don't wanna know this", he says."I do"His jaw tightens. He's trying not to snap. My throat dries up. I still keep my gaze stern. I have so many questions but I don't wanna overwhelm him in the office. This is not the place."Don't do this, Chrisanna. Just don't", he's not threatening. He's literally pleading, keeping his gaze down. "I don't wanna utter anything that hurts you and I fucking don't trust myself when I lose my mind"It comes lik
Chrisanna "What do you mean your phone suddenly broke down?" Samuel sneers from behind.How does he appear out of nowhere? I curse under my breath, not turning around. Cooper gives me a consoling side, looking over my shoulder.Apparently, my old-ass phone cracked again. It took a tour for repairs seven times in the last two years. I've owned it for four years obviously. That damn iphone cost the whole amount I got for three photoshoots back then. I didn't charge people much though. So, I was whining about it to Cooper during the lunch break and Samuel heard me. I turn around, watching the surprised reaction on his face."It happens a lot", I show him the phone. "But I'll put it for repairing"He glances at my phone once and rolls his eyes. "You realise you will be getting a lot of things to do through your phone? You can't be unavailable for that long" He shrugs and picks his one out which also looks much older. He snatches mine from me and inserts my sim card into his one."I ha
Samuel They won't stop talking. No matter how much I try to get myself into a shell, I can still hear, those muffled words filled with disgust and degradation. The sound of laughter. "Look who's here""Samuel Vance, how are you still allowed in here?""Assholes like you should rot in hell""Why aren't you still kicked out?""Genes speak!""Shame on you!"I'm screaming but I can't hear my voice. I can only feel my body getting colder and shivering. I want to shut down. I want to push myself to a place where I don't hear those voices anymore. The lights— the damn lights shudder me from the core as I throw my hand over my eyes to get rid of them. It scares me to death. I can't breathe or even move. The voices keep howling around me. I think I'll die. Fuck! I'm dying. My lungs are exploding from the lack of air as I gasp."Samuel!" among those voices I hear her. The next moment, two soft warm palms rest on my cheeks. Cold shivers jolt through my body, making my heart beat faster agai
Chrisanna I can't believe what I'm seeing on the screen. These are anti-anxiety drugs. My hands are shaking as I scroll more, trying to keep my calm. The more I read about them, the more my fears turn into reality. He was having an anxiety attack?A freaking anxiety attack!My body refuses to work and my sanity overloads with so many thoughts at once with questions I have no answer to.How? Why? Since when?I swear he never had this issue years back. How did he develop such worse anxiety issues over the years? What might have happened that made him so scared and anxious? I slam the laptop shut and pin myself against the wall, closing my eyes. How did I not notice it at all? Fisting my hair with both hands, I inhale deeply, parting my eyes wider at the sky. Tears sting my eyes. I wonder how long he has been suffering from this issue. How long has he been coping with all this alone?I know him so well that it's clear to me, he never let a soul know that he was going through somet
Chrisanna "Oh, my God!" I snatch the Subway burger Cooper holds in front of me. "How do you know I gobble Subway burgers when I'm upset?""Are you?" he laughs. "I didn't know any of it. I stopped for brunch and thought you might be hungry""Some coincidences are so good", taking a bite, I gasp. "Why are you upset though? I knew something was off when you and Mr. Vance came separately", he says with a grin. "The typical married couple issues"I slow down while munching. "I wish!""Huh?""I wish we had typical married couple issues""So, these are not like—"I shake my head."Well, you guys are really really weird", he shrugs. "Weirdos!"I should be freaked out because he doesn't know the context yet, but the way he says that makes me laugh. I have a subway sandwich to feel better, of course.Cooper keeps on venting his frustration about our weirdness, making me laugh in tears as I continue eating. When the dry chunk disturbs me, I turn a bit to grab the water bottle and my eyes unwil
Samuel "Samuel!" she scoffs, avoiding eye contact with me. "I think we should maintain a boundary in the office. Especially in your cabin""I told you I don't care", I decrease the gap between us. Her body tenses, and so do her auburn eyes."But I do. It's not always about you", she seethes. "You have to understand that you can't keep doing this, Samuel""I can't do what?""You clearly know what I'm talking about. Everything you do when people are mean to me. I'm not a weak-ass woman, Samuel. I can also shut their mouths as I did to Rhys now. Just because I wanted to show you I can speak for myself""I never doubted that", I smile. "But you don't do that when you need to. You let them—""Because there's a proper way and situation to everything. I don't want people to frown upon us. Especially on me. I have really worked hard all my life, not to face this day when people can spread rumors about me having an affair with my boss and getting privileges"With her last words, a slow and pe
Chrisanna "Kenneth! Hold the light properly. Five degrees downwards. More!" I scream at one of my interns. The troublemaker kid just out of high school."Miss C, I think it's broken", he shrugs, moving it literally 45° upwards and downwards. "I think your function is broken!" a howl escapes my mouth, startling the soon to be bride and groom who are posing in this ground breaking wind. "Relax, Sharon!" I tell the bride, focusing on the lens again. "Peter, I want you to keep your chin a bit up"They grin, getting into their moment again as Sharon's hair brush all over their face due to the heavy wind."Jesus! I'm blowing away", Lynn screams, facing a hard time controlling the softbox."God! This is going crazy!" Phoebe gasps. "You can take the snaps?"However, I focus on taking the clicks as well as possible. Because as of now, I can see only two people, deeply in love, willing to capture the best moments of their lives, not caring about any storm. It makes me forget all the problem
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.