Aren’t movies and stories showing every awakening in the hospital through some fog, as you turn around, wondering where you are, how you got to that weird thing a place, an ugly smell, white walls while trying to remember where you are last time, what did you do and what the hell happened to you lying naked under the sheet? Stories and movies can show what they want, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I knew where I was and I remembered every damn moment that happened in our house. Victor is sitting next to my bed, worried and frowning, but looking at me with tenderness. He gets up from his chair and takes me in his hand.
"Samantha, baby… how are you?"
"Where's Blake?" I ignore his question about my health, I just wonder where Blake is. I look around, then towards the door, but I don't see him, there's no sign he's here. My bag and cell phones are in the locker next to the bed.
"Where's Blake, Victor ?!" I repeat the question because I'm upset anxiety
Will my brother ever be lucky in life? I wonder who knows which one way, as I reflect on his life after what happened to him more than four years ago.I don’t know what it’s like to live with such a burden, but I know what it’s like for me either to hide what I am. I neglected Clark, I put my brother in the first place, not to strike him too. I did my best, I really did. And I thought about him a lot of times while he was alone Seattle, alone, just worked, didn't live at all. I accepted his love for Samantha, so how could I not, that’s the way it is palpable between the two of them that I am almost envious. I'm glad she is finally happy, and God knows she deserved happiness after all and it happened to her.However, destiny does not allow them to be happy. But that's why I'm here, I'll give it my all of myself to fix what to fix yes.Isn't the sign of that abnormal love what he did? Yes her save, he took on the crime. Someone would say no
Why don’t I feel aggression, restlessness, anger, madness, and I’m located far away from my beauty, not before my eyes, under my fingers?I understand why, because I have finally fulfilled my purpose, so will I. do something for her. I'll take this, and here in this cold cell, behind bars ... I couldn't even see that. I know loneliness, she has been my companion for years, I know all my own thoughts, even the blackest ones, lived with me every day, and that's why I don't like this heavy. Maybe in a month, maybe in a year, my beauty will wait. That’s what makes me calm. Next to her, our child will be waiting for me. I don't believe it yet! My beauty he will give me a child. Child. Is life a little fucking with me?A little to me, a little to take?Now that I know the two of them are waiting for me outside, I can survive it all. Even and the touch of that guard as he led me to the cell, even the separation from Samantha because at the end of the
I don't dream, my favorite is there, next to me, in my bed. Free we are and we are together. Isn't this the best thing in the world? Have by your side a man who looks at you as if no one else exists, touches you as if he wanted to convince you that you really exist in reality, utters promises and oaths to you eternal love… and finally, a man who would sacrifice himself for you. Our happiness is only doubled by the fact that we will become a really small family for just over seven months. We are a real family from the first days, although in our case everything turned out so comical, but again romantic… we survived various blows, it all just made us stronger. It's not Blake now calmer than ever? Am I not stronger now than before? Is not it Victor happier now?"Love, thank you for trusting me," I say softly to him an ear as I hugged him, clinging to his back."Luckily, I don't trust anyone like you. There is no better place in the world from your embrace. &
Today, Samantha is already in her twentieth week of pregnancy, so I’m following her on examination by a gynecologist, hoping to finally find out the sex. Baby teases us, the last time she turned around we couldn't see anything. I get nervous every time before we get into their practice. Admittedly, the first time I came and saw that Samantha would examine a young doctor, I felt like taking her outside and looking for her doctor. As if she knew what was going on in my head, she squeezed my hand and she glared at me to stay calm and not make a scene.That first time I was standing next to that screen and pretending to be crazy when he was a doctor showed the child, and I saw only some stains and nodded. But so when Samantha took me with her for a checkup at sixteen weeks, when I saw that little wonder moving inside, his face developing, arms, legs… hell sam I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. I do not know the last time I cried, but this ... this was stronger t
After work, I come home in silence with my brother, and Samantha greets us cheerfully at the entrance."My boys, lunch is on the table, in fact, it's already dinner and it's cold because 18:00 has already passed. So where are you? ”"Don't ask, baby, don't ask." Victor walked directly past her dining room."Blake, what is it?""We didn't pass the competition.""Oh, God!" He put his hand over his mouth and sighed in disappointment."Well, that means…" He looked at me desperately."Yes, that means just that.""Let's eat now, we'll come up with something."We have been sitting at dinner for half an hour and eating in a silence that only here and there a heavy sigh breaks out."I will sell the house on Aurora Lake and it will be an injection into our firm." Samantha's sudden announcement made my brother stare at her."You're not going to do that, it's a memory of your parents." No way to let her do
I'm here, I'm alive, for now. I never imagined my life with Blake as a fairy tale, I never did nor did she believe in fairy tales, but that he was my prince is, he was, my dark prince who came to light because of me and by his appearance made me a woman who will never give in to any life again obstacle. I didn’t expect our lives to be honey and milk, but never, not even for a moment I had no idea that so much would take my life, so much to load, to bleed my heart so many times. For whose sins do I suffer? At the moment, I’m just not strong. No, while sitting in a chair into the children’s room, and for days I shed tears looking at the empty crib he’s in my Hanna should have gone home with me. She should have been drinking milk now, try the first bath, she should have woken us up in the morning or made us happy while she was we watch him sleep. We should have held her in our arms now, rocked her, and enjoyed that wonderful scent of a child. But I didn’
It's over.I feel like it's over.*******She cries behind closed doors, I hear her, she bursts with every sob of my heart. And me? I don’t go to her, I stay on the other side and cry more than her. She hides so I don't see her pain and weakness, and I hide so I don't I make this harder and I don't push her even deeper into the darkness she's heading towards. I know that feeling, it draws you to itself, it promises you that you won't feel anything anymore, you will not even remember, everything will be covered by darkness, but at least you will not suffer anymore. AND he extends his arms even if you take a step back, you somehow think of looking back, to find some good in yourself and around you that will keep you from leaving into that darkness, you are desperately looking for that light that will illuminate you. And that's why I know yes to her I need to be that light and that is why I will not show weakness now, I will not show my own pain to share with
I sit in my rented, sterile apartment, alone at the end of the day, while I look at that blue pill next to the glass. She is there every day and she will be there as I breathe. At least I'm not alone with her. I reach for her, shove her in my mouth, and water it. Now the monster will calm down a bit.My cell phone rings in my jacket, so I reach lazily for it because I don't know who can even call me after work. Here in Seattle friends, I have none, only colleagues. At the age of twenty-eight, I am the boss of a software company. I finally decide to answer when I see him calling my younger brother.“Blake man! Do you know how to answer anyway? ”He is indescribably happy, though there is reason to be angry too. We haven't really heard from each other in weeks."Hey, Victor. Say.""Reduce a little enthusiasm that we finally hear from each other! I'm fine, u I’m Denver, old is fine, business is going well and I’m getting married in two
It's over.I feel like it's over.*******She cries behind closed doors, I hear her, she bursts with every sob of my heart. And me? I don’t go to her, I stay on the other side and cry more than her. She hides so I don't see her pain and weakness, and I hide so I don't I make this harder and I don't push her even deeper into the darkness she's heading towards. I know that feeling, it draws you to itself, it promises you that you won't feel anything anymore, you will not even remember, everything will be covered by darkness, but at least you will not suffer anymore. AND he extends his arms even if you take a step back, you somehow think of looking back, to find some good in yourself and around you that will keep you from leaving into that darkness, you are desperately looking for that light that will illuminate you. And that's why I know yes to her I need to be that light and that is why I will not show weakness now, I will not show my own pain to share with
I'm here, I'm alive, for now. I never imagined my life with Blake as a fairy tale, I never did nor did she believe in fairy tales, but that he was my prince is, he was, my dark prince who came to light because of me and by his appearance made me a woman who will never give in to any life again obstacle. I didn’t expect our lives to be honey and milk, but never, not even for a moment I had no idea that so much would take my life, so much to load, to bleed my heart so many times. For whose sins do I suffer? At the moment, I’m just not strong. No, while sitting in a chair into the children’s room, and for days I shed tears looking at the empty crib he’s in my Hanna should have gone home with me. She should have been drinking milk now, try the first bath, she should have woken us up in the morning or made us happy while she was we watch him sleep. We should have held her in our arms now, rocked her, and enjoyed that wonderful scent of a child. But I didn’
After work, I come home in silence with my brother, and Samantha greets us cheerfully at the entrance."My boys, lunch is on the table, in fact, it's already dinner and it's cold because 18:00 has already passed. So where are you? ”"Don't ask, baby, don't ask." Victor walked directly past her dining room."Blake, what is it?""We didn't pass the competition.""Oh, God!" He put his hand over his mouth and sighed in disappointment."Well, that means…" He looked at me desperately."Yes, that means just that.""Let's eat now, we'll come up with something."We have been sitting at dinner for half an hour and eating in a silence that only here and there a heavy sigh breaks out."I will sell the house on Aurora Lake and it will be an injection into our firm." Samantha's sudden announcement made my brother stare at her."You're not going to do that, it's a memory of your parents." No way to let her do
Today, Samantha is already in her twentieth week of pregnancy, so I’m following her on examination by a gynecologist, hoping to finally find out the sex. Baby teases us, the last time she turned around we couldn't see anything. I get nervous every time before we get into their practice. Admittedly, the first time I came and saw that Samantha would examine a young doctor, I felt like taking her outside and looking for her doctor. As if she knew what was going on in my head, she squeezed my hand and she glared at me to stay calm and not make a scene.That first time I was standing next to that screen and pretending to be crazy when he was a doctor showed the child, and I saw only some stains and nodded. But so when Samantha took me with her for a checkup at sixteen weeks, when I saw that little wonder moving inside, his face developing, arms, legs… hell sam I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. I do not know the last time I cried, but this ... this was stronger t
I don't dream, my favorite is there, next to me, in my bed. Free we are and we are together. Isn't this the best thing in the world? Have by your side a man who looks at you as if no one else exists, touches you as if he wanted to convince you that you really exist in reality, utters promises and oaths to you eternal love… and finally, a man who would sacrifice himself for you. Our happiness is only doubled by the fact that we will become a really small family for just over seven months. We are a real family from the first days, although in our case everything turned out so comical, but again romantic… we survived various blows, it all just made us stronger. It's not Blake now calmer than ever? Am I not stronger now than before? Is not it Victor happier now?"Love, thank you for trusting me," I say softly to him an ear as I hugged him, clinging to his back."Luckily, I don't trust anyone like you. There is no better place in the world from your embrace. &
Why don’t I feel aggression, restlessness, anger, madness, and I’m located far away from my beauty, not before my eyes, under my fingers?I understand why, because I have finally fulfilled my purpose, so will I. do something for her. I'll take this, and here in this cold cell, behind bars ... I couldn't even see that. I know loneliness, she has been my companion for years, I know all my own thoughts, even the blackest ones, lived with me every day, and that's why I don't like this heavy. Maybe in a month, maybe in a year, my beauty will wait. That’s what makes me calm. Next to her, our child will be waiting for me. I don't believe it yet! My beauty he will give me a child. Child. Is life a little fucking with me?A little to me, a little to take?Now that I know the two of them are waiting for me outside, I can survive it all. Even and the touch of that guard as he led me to the cell, even the separation from Samantha because at the end of the
Will my brother ever be lucky in life? I wonder who knows which one way, as I reflect on his life after what happened to him more than four years ago.I don’t know what it’s like to live with such a burden, but I know what it’s like for me either to hide what I am. I neglected Clark, I put my brother in the first place, not to strike him too. I did my best, I really did. And I thought about him a lot of times while he was alone Seattle, alone, just worked, didn't live at all. I accepted his love for Samantha, so how could I not, that’s the way it is palpable between the two of them that I am almost envious. I'm glad she is finally happy, and God knows she deserved happiness after all and it happened to her.However, destiny does not allow them to be happy. But that's why I'm here, I'll give it my all of myself to fix what to fix yes.Isn't the sign of that abnormal love what he did? Yes her save, he took on the crime. Someone would say no
Aren’t movies and stories showing every awakening in the hospital through some fog, as you turn around, wondering where you are, how you got to that weird thing a place, an ugly smell, white walls while trying to remember where you are last time, what did you do and what the hell happened to you lying naked under the sheet? Stories and movies can show what they want, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I knew where I was and I remembered every damn moment that happened in our house. Victor is sitting next to my bed, worried and frowning, but looking at me with tenderness. He gets up from his chair and takes me in his hand."Samantha, baby… how are you?""Where's Blake?" I ignore his question about my health, I just wonder where Blake is. I look around, then towards the door, but I don't see him, there's no sign he's here. My bag and cell phones are in the locker next to the bed."Where's Blake, Victor ?!" I repeat the question because I'm upset anxiety
I look at my watch, I've probably spent more than two hours outside the house, so I return home to her and just pass by on our way to our yard with Rose. I know Samantha isn't right either, but I don't have the will or a desire to apologize to that gentry. As I watch her wave from the fence, and then he waves to me, I feel real physical pain in my heart.Why am I so unyielding? Well, I can at least please her, accept it Rose's apology and apologize for the rudeness, even though she deserved it. If he will Samantha means so much, then I'll do it another time. She is so much she made it and accepted it for me, and I actually show so little love for her, in a way that would mean the most to her."Love" He calls out to me as he approaches my car and crawls on the floor shoulder."Samantha, call Rose back in a day, I'll apologize.""You will?"He raised his warm eyes to me asking me in disbelief."I want a baby, I want for you.""Aaaaaa yo