At age 5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend. At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world. At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called. At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to.
View MoreI wiped the sweat in my forehead in exhaustion, sighing in relief as I removed my surgical gloves and mask, throwing them away in the bin. I just finished a three-hour-long surgery. I ordered my residents to check on the patient from time to time. I did all the things I have to do to the hospital such as talking to the family of the patient, informing them that the surgery went well. An hour or two later, I fixed my things and put my necessities in my bag, getting ready to go home."Thank you for your work today, Dr. Walton. W
j e a nI walked out of the hospital, sighing in exhaustion but also a relief. I just got out from an 18-hour shift and all I want is to get home and lay on my bed, however, that may not seem to be possible because the smell of my body drenched in sweat is not pretty. I bet how much of a mess I look standing at the entrance of a hospital, my hair tied up in a messy bun, and only wearing sweatpants and a
j e a n"Jean?"I lift my head from, my back slightly aching for sleeping sitting down. I squinted my eyes as they adjust to the light. I looked at the man laying on a bed
j e a nI look around me, squinting my eyes as I feel my hand pounding. I try to move my arm but realized I am tied down to a chair. I struggled and tried to pull myself free but the ropes are too tight. I panted for air, finding it hard to obtain the least amount of oxygen, having flashbacks of that night from Franco's debacle of taking down Matteo. I try my best to focus on my breathing to avoid myself
h a i l e yI lit up a cigarette and pressed it to my lips taking in a puff as I watch her hang her head low, her hands tied up behind her by the chair.Poor Jean,so naïve, trusting someone like me in an instant and now put in her place by me— that's what she deserves for hurting her. She made everything so easy for me, crying until she tired
m a t t e oI groaned in annoyance, looking at the papers in front of me. I am too tired to even just sign these. I have had my employees scan through these to tell me whether these are good enough for the corporations or not, nonetheless, I still have to check them one by one. What they think is not worthy goes straight into the shredder. The stress of another unidentified criminal organization is also
j e a n"Are you thinking about him again?""W-what do you mean?" I asked.
j e a nI woke up as the sun shines on my face. I stood up and closed the curtains. I picked up my phone and checked my notifications, seeing that I have received a text from Noah. I unlocked my phone and checked his message.
Trigger warning: rapem a t t e oI listened to the reports of each of my staff in their respective compani
2002I looked at everyone, smiling, singing me a "Happy Birthday." I can't wait for them to finish and listen to them sing as I stare at my birthday cake with 5 candles lit on it. All I can think of is making my wish that I can't wait to wish for as I blow all those candles. It is on the 8th of September and it's my 5th birthday today. Everyone brought huge gifts that I cannot wait to open, most of them probably are stuffed toys
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