The Same Mistake

POLLEN'S POV

My gaze was fixated on the papers in my hands as tears freely seeped down my eyes. One of them was another rejection letter I found in the mail when I returned from the Beckham's, the other was the marriage contract. I didn't want to believe it could get this bad, but the papers were staring right back at me, a glaring evidence that everything I badly wished wasn't happening was my new reality. I wasn't a good writer, at the same time, pregnant.

I squeezed the contract I was supposed to sign angrily and tossed it in my bag, then neatly folded the rejection letter and added it to the collection.

My eyes were very blurry from crying, so I went to the bathroom to wash them before heading towards the door. But I stood there as a series of events from the last time I had an altercation with my mother over the blind date fluttered in my head.

FLASH BACK:

That night, my mother was coming out of her room when I stepped out of mine.

“ We need to talk” I said to her, but she threw