Carol roams around the city, enjoying the new vibe in her life. She visited here when she was in high school for science projects. But she didn't have any memorable collections to feel attracted to come here again. But today, things look different. She has money that she didn't have when she came here the first time. She remembers bringing only five bucks extra to get a sandwich and a glass of water. Since she was so thoughtful of using her grandparents' money, she didn't waste their money at all. She will have her own money and will spend it on her own. But today she missed her grandparents all day long. They were the only people who gave everything to make her smile. But she can't. They'll never return to her life and will enjoy a meal like she always dreamed. Maybe in heaven, she will surely be with them. She glances at her phone. Some messages from Damien about her lunch and whereabouts, some messages from her friends in group chat and some notifications from her assist
When she says goodbye to William who will leave the city tonight, it's already past 4. Even at this moment, she doesn't have the slightest knowledge about her being late to return home. By the time, she starts walking, the wind starts blowing around, and the hint of rain soon appears before her eyes. She hurriedly grabs her phone, decides to send a message for Uber. However, when she opens her phone and glances at the concerned messages from Damien, a rush of regret and panic makes her feel worse. She has forgotten such an important thing. The desire to slap herself hits her mind but before she can do it, the downpour has showered her within a second. She hurriedly rushes towards the café, taking a quick shelter. ' Such a worst timing!' She grunts disappointedly and sends a message to Damien. She apologizes, informing him that she lost track of time and now she is stuck here. Damien reads the messages immediately, making her wonder if he has been waiting for her reply. She rubs he
" She is stressed. She needs to drink more rest and drink plenty of water. She will be fine!" The doctor instructs Damien who looks visibly anxious. James who arrived at the hospital soon after Damien informed him to come here, watches Damien's expression. He is quite shocked but doesn't mention it. Damien showing concern and expression to Carol is nothing new but the genuineness is concerning. He looks genuinely anxious about Carol's wellbeing. " She was stressed. As expected! She has been through a lot after all?" James says, taking the prescription from the doctor. Damien wheels himself out of the doctor's room and enters the room when Carol is resting. She is still sleeping and her arm is connected to an UV drop. " Are you concerned about her?" James asks, closing the door. " She cried!" Damien says, his voice is cold. " Do you think she cried for that bastard?" James takes a glance at Carol whose eyes are still wet. The eyelids are red after crying. " I won't
Next Morning, Grace pulls her car over in front of her small studio that she owns. She has been a successful artist since she was in college and so far she has sold a large amount of masterpieces of her arts and paintings. The keys jiggle in her hand as she takes it out of her purse. Ever since her ex-boyfriend dumped her out of nowhere, she has been depressed. So she hasn't visited for a while. As she grabs her key to unlock the door, her attention goes to the long casting shadow on the door. Her face turns pale, almost freaking out. Her ex-boyfriend is stalking her to give him some money for a while. So it's quite creepy. But soon a voice comes, making her turn her back, " Grace!!! It's Me, Troy!" Grace's frightened expression turns into a furious one as she looks at Troy. He looks awful. The dirty clothes, hair, large eye bags and unshaved face. " What are you doing here?" She looks defensive and on alert. " Sorry! Sorry for coming unannounced. I am just... I need h
Sometimes even a steel bends over when it carries unbearable loads constantly. Carol keeps glancing at her, shocked, disbelief and somehow exhausted. She thought that changing the phone number would be more effective than blocking everyone. However, the cruel and ugly scene that has been revealed before her eyes, makes her angry and frustrated. She doesn't have any idea how those men found her phone number and why they're sending those pictures. But she doesn't have her laptop with her to investigate the situation properly. She can't take any sort of risks by replying to any of them. While her body is shaking with anger and frustration. Also, she just woke up after a long hard time, she feels like crying. Everything is getting on her nerves and she doesn't know how to handle things. She remains silent, throwing the phone on the patient bed. Her tired gaze shifts outside the window, staring at the bright sky with those flurry clouds. She keeps pinching her palm, uncertainty
" Carol! Do you want to swim? Let Mommy and Uncle teach you how to swim!" "Really?" The six years old Carol hugged her mother's knees tightly with excitement. The girl's eyes watched her mother's smile. But she didn't understand the meaning of that smile. It was wicked but to her, it was the most beautiful one. Her mother who never gave her love, smiling at her was something unimaginable. However in the next minute, " Hahaha!!!! Look at this thing. Trying to live. Die, You unwanted burden. I don't know how I carried a trash in my precious belly. Die!!!" The laughter from her mother suddenly brought darkness. Carol finds herself drowning in the dept of the ocean, bone-freezing, sleek black, like there is no dot of light. Black, only black, cold, suffocating and soul-crushing. " Help me!" She shouts, " You deserve to die!!! Die!!!" A voice follows. " No! Help me! Please help me!!!" She screams, trying to swim but finds herself being tied with a chair. Her eyes open
Earlier when Damien was informed about her fever returning and nurses requesting for further tests, he almost stormed inside. When he found her lying on the bed, breathing heavily, her flushed red face and neck, her puffy eyelids, tears strained.... Everything was a shock to him. Damien was raised like a beast who wasn't allowed to show any sort of emotions. He never smiles in front of his family. But at that moment, he found his reflection on her face. When he used to crawl under the blanket, trying his best to ignore his body temperature, that awful feelings of having a fever and having no one around. As he approached her, gently placing his hand on her face to feel the high temperature, his eyebrows knitted with the constant vibration sounds around him. He looked around, and then on the floor. After collecting the phone from the ground, he glanced at her. Seemingly she dropped it when she passed out. As he attempted to turn it off until she woke up, his attention went t
Who is Pamela? The question hangs within her. Maybe his mother, maybe his sister, maybe someone relative? He didn't say he had a lover. Or the marriage won't be valid if he has a secret lover. But whatever it is. It keeps digging a hole into her heart with thousands of questions. While she is thinking about it, her attention goes to Damien who suddenly stops. Although she is feeling a bit shy about a man helping her. But if she tries to say something and what if he says that he is her husband and it's already allowed for them to have their rights as wife or husband.? So, seeing him stop suddenly makes her look at him. And it causes her brow lift with surprise. He is flustered with something. She follows the direction of his sight and looks at herself. He is staring at the strap of her bra, literally turning pink. She just pulls off the sleeve, letting him free exposure on her shoulder. But he immediately shuts his eyes, looking away. ' It's just a shoulder!' She shrugs th