Chrisanna "57", I say, cupping my face with my elbows pressed against my knees as I watch Samuel kicking the ball into the goalpost for the 57th time. He is huffing when he continues to strike in the empty court. His dark, tousled hair stuck to his forehead, damped by the sweat that trickled down to his temple. His muscles flex and ripple beneath the strain with every move he makes. Although I could watch him for hours because of how hot he looks right now, I don't think he can keep doing this for hours. "72", I snap. "You realize you're striking in an empty court for like an hour now and it could know more before I arrived"He shrugs, jerking his head, and continues to do the same thing. "You should go home", he says, huffing.When Samuel huffs, he's clearly exhausted because I never witnessed him huffing during any match or practice before. "You think I came here to leave without you?" I scoff, looking around.It's completely dark. I found Samuel's window closed when I went th
Chrisanna I'm in the deepest shock of my life right now because Mama is giving me looks— which clearly screams that she doesn't believe me at all. "What do you mean by everyone?" I exclaim. "Me, Emily, Kane, Ethan, Flora, Colton, Irene, the watchman, the gardener, almost every single house helps from both of the houses and—" she pauses.My mouth must be hung open by now."Not paa, right?" "He too", Mama gives me a half-grin. "You all believe that?" my voice comes out as a screech. "I bet paa doesn't believe that. He asks me about any guy he sees me talking and the next moment he would just take out the guy's whole history""This is not a random guy, young lady", Mama says. "This is Samuel and your father is more than relieved by this"She gets back to cooking but the way she's acting now, I don't think I could clear her misunderstanding."Mama, you still don't believe me. Do you? I swear I and Samuel— we're not— not that way. We are just friends", I stress every single word I sa
Chrisanna I didn't notice Samuel a few yards away. When my eyes fell on him, I saw his shoulders rising and dropping with his palms covering his face as if he was dealing with something frustrating. My suspicions weren't wrong though. The whole group of Cal and Marshall was there. They keep trying to pick a fight with Samuel and they clearly know how to mess with his head by taking my name all the time. Only make him look worse. As Samuel and other boys jog around the field, I let out a deep sigh, staring at him. "Why don't you just tell Uncle Scott to throw them out?" Eric scoffs."We just have a year of school. And they are just some troubled kids. I don't wanna ruin their lives", I tell him. "And I don't want them to think that they won and made me feel unsafe enough to throw them out""Well, you don't care. But Samuel totally does. He turns completely into a beast in seconds. You know that", Eric says. I nod, still glueing my eyes on Samuel as he jogs past us, glancing at me
Adult Chrisanna's POV I can still rewind all those conversations I had with Mom, Eric, Samuel, or anyone. And it's crazy how I realize the depth of those words now. Even though I challenged Eric to prove him wrong, I only knew why I wanted to date other people.To move on from Samuel.To save myself from the disappointment.I was young. Too young to figure things out. But still, deep down, I had this thing that falling in love with Samuel would be the most challenging thing I would ever do, as if I could already sense the complications of our dynamics due to how different, isolated, and mysterious he was. As a teenage girl, I was still well aware of the problems I could see coming. But the strange thing is that as I grew up, I became more confident to take on the challenges of loving him. Ever since I found him back, with a vow to be his life partner, I never cared about the risks of heartbreak that I might have. I chose the risk. I chose him. ————— "I snuck into Fairy's phone l
Chrisanna "Give them hints. Watch if they go along with it and take a step"Ticked off.I'm staring at the bookmarked page on the laptop screen. It's been a while since I searched for articles which could help me to know if Samuel has the same things I have for him. I gave him enough hints for sure. What would you think about why a girl is holding your hand for no reason while walking down the streets? He definitely goes along with everything I do but he never takes a step.I groan, leaning back on the bed and breathing heavily. Am I even doing it right? I don't even know where we'll be after this year. We may not even get into the same college and Samuel has a bright future in soccer. He will more likely not even stay in Texas and I won't be able to leave the city because I can't stay miles away from my parents. "Oh, God!" I gasp, covering my face, realising I'm going in the complete opposite direction. I wasn't supposed to take my feelings further with Samuel.I am supposed to dat
Chrisanna "Are you really into this guy or is he kind of rebound?" mama asks as she watches me dress up while unloading the laundry basket.I clear my throat as I look at myself in the mirror. A red sweatshirt and blue jeans always seemed like a terrible combination to me but I feel like I should do more stuff I don't like."He's good. Not a spoiled brat", I tell Mama as I bend down to tie my shoelaces. "This is not a reason for going out with someone though", she says. "I just wanna make sure no one is hurt in this process. Not even the boy. Make sure he knows he's a rebound if he really is. Okay? You don't wanna hurt good people", she passes me a half smile and walks away.I let out a deep sigh. It's just a dinner date! And I'm sure I won't take things further with Leo if it doesn't work out. * I come out of the house with my bicycle when my eyes pop out at the opposite side of the road. Samuel is standing there with his bicycle, darting his eyes on the gate."What are you doing
ChrisannaNothing feels the same after what happened in the hospital cabin that day. It's been two days since I met Samuel. Two whole days— the longest duration ever since he came back. And I miss him like hell. However, I can't find the courage to face it after that day. I feel embarrassed and scared. What was I doing? I couldn't hold onto myself, despite the situation and I don't even know what he feels about it. I just remember our intense eye contact and the disappointment and fear in his eyes. He feared things would change between us just because I was not looking at him for seconds. And I went with the flow. I lost my mind. I also remember the look in his eyes when I parted away. He was stunned. Then I just walked away without looking at him for once. I feel like crap for not reaching him out for the next two days when he has been home. I went to school alone. People asked me about him. I told them about his progress which I eventually got to know from Mama. She might have
Chrisanna "I won't continue if you don't wanna hear", he says in a lower tone, his gaze lowering."No!" I exclaim, turning to him with a worried grin. "I just needed some time to process this and you're definitely telling me"He's still struggling to speak. It's indeed a lot and I'm wondering how he kept this secret for so long and for how long that bastard must be grooming a literal minor like him. "It was going fine. I was only meeting him and talking to him. It felt good actually. But I was pretty clear that I didn't want anything more than this for now. I was aware of the situation. He's an adult and I'm a minor. I didn't want him to even touch me differently and he was really okay with it first", his voice becomes heavy and I can clearly see where this is going.I'm definitely not ready for it and I'm praying hard for my assumptions to come false.I hold his hand with an assuring squeeze. He gulps down and continues. "One day I went to meet him in the old maintenance like ever
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.