Mental cases like mine are called hemophobia. In other words, I'm afraid of the color red, or I have a phobia of blood. When I was sixteen years old, I witnessed my parents divorce and I also witnessed my mother commit suicide. I was just a high school student at the time, and we had just finished our class when I went home. When I opened the door, it was very dark in the living room, in the kitchen and everywhere I looked. I see nothing but darkness. I walk slowly while resting my hand on the wall and repeatedly call my parents. Until I opened the door of a room, and then I turned on the light switch, there I found my mother lying on the floor as she bathed in her own blood. Since then, the sight of blood has become my weakness and every time I see it I remember what I saw that day, my mother's appearance that night comes back to me. Every time that happens I find it hard to breathe, I panic and I hear horrible voices around me, so they think I'm going crazy. My father also found out about my phobia. That's why he locked me in the mental hospital because my phobia got worse when I was inside that house, I only remembered her more. In that mental hospital, I met Gael, where he became my nurse, and he also always brought me my medicine. He is a cheerful person and often tells me about what is happening in his life even though I don't care about him and I just stand quietly near the window. But also because of him, why I forgot about my weakness. We became friends until I slowly realized that I liked him, that I loved him more than just being friends. Unexpectedly, he also has a secret love for me. Because of that love, I learned to change, and I found a rope that I can cling to so that I don't fall into a deep abyss. I forgot everything about me, including my only weakness. He is the one who healed my wounds from my past, and he is also the one who allowed me to escape from my chaotic world. He held my hand tightly until we reached the church and we both got married even though many people stood in the way of the two of us. Even my father was against our relationship, but I also held his hand tightly as he saved me from that darkness and therefore, our love for each other became stronger. Apart from my father and Gael, no one else knew about my weakness. That's why I have no one else to call but him. Gael arrived a little later and found us sitting on the sofa while Kaye's injured hand was covered with a handkerchief.
“I'm really sorry because I didn't know you had a phobia of blood.” She whispered to me and in a voice that she felt sorry for me. But I couldn't look at her, and I was just silently looking at the floor while my hands were still shaking from fear. Until I heard Gael's voice, and he urgently sat next to me. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Worriedly, he asked me and I slowly looked up at him while I pointed at Kaye, and he turned in her direction. “It wasn't me who was hurt, but her.” I weakly responded to him. He looked down at Kaye's hand, where he noticed the blood stain on the handkerchief covering her hand. I heard him take a deep breath, and then he turned to look at me again and hugged me. “Everything is fine, I'm already here. Don't worry, I'll treat your friend.” When I heard his voice, I closed my eyes and then let out a relaxed breath where my hands stopped shaking and the fear that had been bothering my chest disappeared. He stood for a while, and then he handed me a glass of water, which I also immediately drank. While I was calming myself down, he headed in Kaye's direction with a medical kit, and then he knelt in front of her, which surprised her, but for me, it was nothing because I know my husband is a doctor, and he has no other intentions but to treat the wound she received. I couldn't look at the two of them, so I just stood up and went to the kitchen to get some more water. I can hear Kaye screaming in pain, that's why I feel like I'm in pain too. My hand trembled again, but I just folded it to stop it and I drank water again then I closed my eyes, and then I took three deep breaths. I felt a little better, so I thought of going back to the living room, thinking that he might have finished treating her. But as I stepped closer to them, I noticed that Gael was blowing her palm and there seemed to be something different in Kaye's gaze towards him. I was stunned and suddenly, my heart beat got faster with nervousness. Unexpectedly, I let go of the glass I was holding, causing it to break, and I caught the attention of both of them. “What are you two doing?” at that time, I suddenly felt dizzy as if my vision were spinning until I just fell on the floor and lost consciousness. The last thing I remember is Gael standing up and repeatedly calling me by my name with a worried look on his face. When I woke up, I found myself lying in our room. I immediately got up when I noticed that my husband was not by my side. I left that room with a headache. Furthermore, I was walking barefoot while I was looking for my husband. He was not there in his office and the lights in the living room were off. Where is he? I just thought about going down the stairs and heading to the kitchen, just in case I see him there, but I didn't find anyone there. “Did he leave? Did he go back to the hospital? But why didn't he even leave me a message?” I whispered to myself. I was about to go back to the room to find my phone and to contact him, but unexpectedly I suddenly heard whispering voices from the gallery room, where I often spend my spare time for painting. Furthermore, I slowly walked towards it with a trace of curiosity on my face. It was dark there, so I couldn't see much. I noticed the door was slightly open, and I thought maybe he was there. I opened the door and went inside, at the same time I turned on the light switch, which lit up the inside. I turned my back and looked around me, but unexpectedly I discovered a such scenes. “What are you two doing here and why are you two together?” my voice trembled with the mixed emotions I was feeling at this time. I clenched my fist as I looked at their faces, but they couldn't look directly at me, and they were unable to respond to me either. I looked at them from head to toe and noticed Gael's neck tie on the floor and Kaye's hair ponytail. Furthermore, I don't want to think anything about the two of them, but it appears that there is no other reason for me to fool myself with the fact that they are both doing something while my back is turned.As I stood there, frozen in shock, Gael and Kaye slowly turned to face me. Gael's eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt and apology, while Kaye's eyes seemed to be filled with a mixture of fear and shame."Cynthia, I..." Gael started to say, but I cut him off."Don't bother explaining, Gael. I think I've seen enough," I said, my voice cold and detached.I turned to leave, but Gael quickly grabbed my arm, holding me back."Cynthia, please listen to me. It's not what you think," Gael pleaded, but I shook my head."I don't want to hear it, Gael. Just let me go," I said, trying to pull my arm free.But Gael held tight, his grip firm but gentle."Cynthia, I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you," Gael said, his eyes locked on mine.But I just laughed, a cold, bitter laugh."Save it, Gael. I'm not buying it," I said, finally managing to pull my arm free.I turned and walked away, leaving Gael and Kaye standing alone in the gallery room. I didn't know where I was going, but I kn
As I walked into the house, I was greeted by the aroma of cooking food. Gael was standing in the kitchen, a spatula in his hand, a look of concern etched on his face."Hey, I'm glad you're home," he said, trying to sound cheerful. "I made your favorite dinner, chicken parmesan."I didn't respond. I just walked past him, into the living room, and sat down on the couch. I didn't even look at him, didn't acknowledge his presence.Gael seemed taken aback by my cold treatment. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the living room, a plate of food in his hand."Cynthia, please eat something," he said, setting the plate down in front of me. "You must be starving."I didn't respond. I just sat there, staring blankly at the wall, ignoring him.Gael sighed, then sat down next to me on the couch. He put a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, but I shook it off."Cynthia, please talk to me," he said, his voice soft and pleading. "I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry. I'll do anything t
As the days went by, I tried to put the whole ordeal behind me. I tried to forget the pain and the betrayal that Gael had inflicted on me. I tried to move on with my life, to focus on my work and my friends.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off the memories of what had happened. I couldn't forget the way Gael had looked at Kaye, the way he had touched her. I couldn't forget the way I had felt, the way my heart had broken into a million pieces.I tried to forgive Gael, to tell myself that he was sorry and that he loved me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to forgive him. I couldn't forget the way he had hurt me, the way he had betrayed my trust.I tried to ignore the memories, to push them to the back of my mind. But they wouldn't stay there. They would creep up on me at the most unexpected times, haunting me with their presence.I would be sitting at my desk, working on a project, when suddenly I would see Gael's face in my mind. I would see the
As I sat at my desk, trying to process everything I had learned about Kaye, I couldn't help but wonder if my husband Gael knew about her past. Did he know about her history of manipulation and deception? Did he know about her troubled childhood and her tendency to use men for her own gain?I thought about Gael's character, about the kind of man he was. He was a successful businessman, confident and charming. He was the kind of man who always got what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to use his wealth and influence to get it.But Gael was also a man with a strong sense of pride and class. He came from a wealthy family, and he had always been surrounded by the finer things in life. He was a man who valued elegance and sophistication, and he wouldn't hesitate to dismiss anyone who didn't meet his high standards.As I thought about Gael's character, I wondered if he would even be interested in someone like Kaye. Kaye was a woman from a lower class, a woman who had struggled to make ends me
As I sat in my car, watching the motel door swing shut behind Kaye, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anxiety. My mind was racing with thoughts of what might be happening inside that motel room. Was Kaye meeting someone there? And who was it?I tried to push the thoughts aside, telling myself that I was just being paranoid. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Kaye's sudden appearance at the motel, her furtive glances around to make sure no one was watching...it all seemed so suspicious.Before I knew it, I was getting out of my car and walking towards the motel. I felt a sense of trepidation as I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The lobby was dimly lit, with a faded carpet and a worn-out couch. The air was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume.I approached the front desk, trying to look confident and nonchalant. "Hi," I said to the clerk, a bored-looking woman with a scrunchie in her hair. "I'm looking for someone. A woman,
As I sat there, listening to the stranger's words, I found myself feeling a sense of curiosity about him. Who was this man, who seemed to understand me so well? What was his story, his history?I nodded to him, my eyes still fixed on my drink, but my voice a little stronger now. "Have you ever felt betrayed?" I asked, my question hanging in the air like a challenge.The stranger paused, his eyes clouding over for a moment. And then, in a low, rough voice, he began to speak."Yes," he said. "I have felt betrayed. It was a long time ago, but it still feels like yesterday."He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. "I was in a relationship with someone I thought I could trust. We were together for a few years, and everything seemed perfect. But then, I found out that she was cheating on me. With my best friend, of all people."His voice was bitter, laced with pain and anger. "I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I c
As I walked back to my office, I couldn't help but think about the stranger from the bar. I had been so caught up in my own drama that I hadn't even thought about him since I left the bar.But now, as I sat down at my desk and started to sort through the papers from the meeting, I found myself wondering about him. Who was he? What was his story?I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. I had work to do, and I couldn't let myself get distracted by some mysterious stranger.But as I worked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had left something behind at the bar. Something important.I tried to push the thought aside, but it kept nagging at me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper the stranger had left me.It rang several times, and I was starting to think that no one was going to answer. But then, a deep voice picked up."Hello?" he said.I hesitated, unsure of what to say. "Hi," I said finally. "It's me. Fro
As I lay in bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I had been hurt by Gael's infidelity, and now I was feeling a connection with Derek that I couldn't ignore. I started to think about why I was feeling so guilty about my feelings for Derek. Was it really wrong to feel this way?As I thought about it, I started to feel a sense of anger towards Gael. He had cheated on me, and now I was feeling like I was doing something wrong by even thinking about another man. It didn't seem fair.I started to think about the idea of "an eye for an eye". If Gael had cheated on me, maybe it wasn't wrong for me to flirt with someone else. Maybe he needed to taste his own medicine.The more I thought about it, the more I started to feel a sense of justification. I wasn't doing anything wrong, I was just evening the score. Gael had hurt me, and now I was taking back control.I started to imagine what it would be like to flirt with Derek. To see the look in his eyes when I smiled at him, to feel h
It was a beautiful summer evening, and Derek had planned a surprise event for me. He had been acting strange all day, whispering on the phone and sneaking around the house. I had no idea what he was up to, but I had a feeling it was going to be something special.He took me to a beautiful garden, filled with flowers and trees. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden light over everything. We walked hand in hand, taking in the sights and sounds of the garden.As we turned a corner, I saw a beautiful gazebo in front of us. It was decorated with flowers and candles, and a small orchestra was playing soft music in the background.Derek led me to the gazebo, and we sat down on a beautiful bench. He took my hand, looking into my eyes with a deep love and adoration."Cynthia," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were special. You light up my world in ways that I never thought possible. You are my best friend, my partner, and my soulmate."
As we walked into the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long and emotional day, and all I wanted to do was collapse onto the couch and forget about everything.But as we entered the living room, I was greeted by a familiar sight - our cat, Luna, was curled up on the couch, fast asleep. She was a beautiful grey and white cat, with piercing green eyes and a soft, fluffy coat.Derek smiled as he saw Luna, and he walked over to the couch to pet her. "Hey, kitty," he said, scratching behind her ears. "How was your day?"Luna purred contentedly, stretching out her long, sleek body. She was a lazy cat, and she loved to sleep. But she was also very affectionate, and she loved to be petted and cuddled.I smiled as I watched Derek and Luna interact. It was a familiar sight, one that I had grown to love over the months that we had been together. And as I looked at Derek, I felt a sense of gratitude towards him. He was a kind and caring person, and he h
As we walked out of the amusement park, Derek turned to me and said, "You know what would be great right now? Some street food!"I grinned and said, "Absolutely! I'm starving!"We walked down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of the various food vendors. There were stalls selling everything from classic corndogs to exotic Korean BBQ.Derek's eyes widened as he scanned the options. "Oh man, what do I even choose?" he asked, laughing.I chuckled and said, "Well, you can't go wrong with a classic corndog."Derek nodded enthusiastically and we walked over to the corndog stall. The vendor, a friendly old man with a bushy white mustache, greeted us with a warm smile."Welcome, welcome! Corndogs, funnel cakes, cotton candy - what can I get for you fine folks today?"Derek grinned and said, "We'll take two corndogs, please!"The vendor nodded and began expertly dipping the corndogs in a vat of hot oil. As we waited, Derek and I browsed the nearby stalls, taking in the colorful array
The next day, I decided to take a break from my writing and do some shopping at the mall. I had been cooped up in my house for too long, and I needed to get out and stretch my legs.As I walked into the mall, I was immediately struck by the sheer number of people milling about. I had forgotten that it was a Saturday, and the mall was always busiest on weekends.I made my way to the first store on my list, a clothing boutique that I had been wanting to check out. As I browsed through the racks of clothes, I noticed that people were starting to stare at me.At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as I continued to shop, I realized that people were actually recognizing me. They would point and whisper to each other, and some of them even came up to me and asked for autographs.I was taken aback by all the attention. I had never been one for the spotlight, and I didn't know how to handle all the fuss.As I walked through the mall, I noticed that more and more people were stopp
As the show came to a close, the host, a warm and compassionate woman, stood up and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. "Cynthia, you are a brave, brave woman," she whispered in my ear. "I am so honored to have had you on the show. You are an inspiration to us all, and I have no doubt that you will get your happiness soon."I felt a lump form in my throat as I hugged her back, feeling a sense of gratitude and appreciation for her kindness and support. "Thank you," I whispered back, my voice trembling with emotion. "This means so much to me."As we pulled back from the hug, the host smiled at me and said, "You know, Cynthia, I think you're going to be just fine. You're a strong, capable woman, and you have a gift for inspiring others. Don't ever forget that."I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of determination and purpose. "I won't," I said. "Thank you for believing in me."As the show ended and the cameras stopped rolling, I felt a sense of relief and accomplishment. I had f
As we walked onto the set, I was immediately struck by the bright lights and the bustling energy of the crew. The host, a warm and charismatic woman with a bright smile, greeted me with a firm handshake."It's so great to meet you!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I'm a huge fan of your work. Your first book was a huge hit, and everyone is just dying to get to know you better."I blushed and smiled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. "Thank you so much," I said, trying to sound gracious and composed. "I'm thrilled to be here."The host nodded and gestured to the couch, where we would be sitting for the interview. "Well, let's get started then," she said, smiling at the camera. "Welcome to the show, everyone! Today, we have the talented author of the bestselling novel, [book title]. She's here to talk about her book, her writing process, and what's next for her. Let's give her a warm welcome!"The audience applauded, and I smiled and waved, feeling a bit like
As I sat back down at my desk, I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I had a lot of work to do, and I was determined to get it all done.I began to type away, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I worked on my latest project. The words flowed easily, and I was making great progress.But as I worked, I couldn't help but glance over at Snowball, who was sleeping peacefully in her bed. She was curled up in a little ball, her paws twitching slightly as she chased after dream mice.As I looked at her, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It was as if all my worries and stress just melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.I couldn't help but smile as I watched Snowball sleep. She was so adorable, and her peaceful presence was just what I needed to relax.As I continued to work, I found myself glancing over at Snowball more and more. She was like a little stress-relief machine, and I was grateful to have her by my side.As the hours passed, I began to feel more
As I walked into the salon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had been thinking about cutting my hair for weeks, and I had finally decided to take the plunge. I was ready to say goodbye to my long, tangled locks and hello to a fresh new look.I was greeted by the friendly receptionist, who asked me what I was looking for. "I want to cut my hair," I said, trying to contain my excitement. "I'm thinking of going for a shoulder-length cut."The receptionist nodded and smiled. "Great choice," she said. "Let me check the schedule and see who's available."A few minutes later, I was led to a stylish-looking stylist with a warm smile. "Hi there," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Rachel. I'll be taking care of you today."I smiled and shook her hand, feeling a sense of trust and confidence. Rachel was clearly a professional, and I knew I was in good hands.As Rachel began to work her magic, I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. It was as if I was sh
As I walked into the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and relaxation. I had been looking forward to this moment all day, and I was finally going to indulge in some much-needed self-care.I turned on the faucet, and the sound of running water filled the room. I added some bubbles to the bath, and the sweet scent of lavender wafted through the air. I lit some candles, and the soft, warm glow illuminated the room.I poured myself a glass of wine, and the rich, fruity aroma filled my senses. I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat. I closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh as I felt my muscles begin to relax.I slipped into the bath, feeling the warm water envelop me like a gentle hug. I lay back, letting my head rest against the edge of the tub. I closed my eyes, feeling the stress and tension of the day melt away.As I soaked in the bath, I couldn't help but think about how far I had come. I had finally found the courage to stand up for my