Two butterflies flying freely on a garden full of flowers blooming in the fresh sunlight, only the two of them, enjoying. The pink butterfly flies farther, and the blue butterfly chases the pink one.
Suddenly, it's me and Dion, running freely on the evergreen of Grindelwald while laughing our hearts out. I run farther and Dion chases me, trying to catch me, and when he did, he locks me in his strong arms and we fell on the bed of greens.I am underneath him, and he is staring softly at me. His hand caresses my cheek, and his face inch closer to mine, closer, and closer, and closer until our lips are touching, until I feel his lips pressed unto mine.
Dion is staring at me blankly, I try to reach him but he steps back, and back, and back again until he is slowly fading away in a distance. I try to call him but nothing comes out of my mouth. I try again, but still, nothing. I am mute.
No. This can't be.
He is f
For once, I feel like I want to forget everything, and I feel like I want to get wasted. So, that night, I texted Caroline to inform her that I am on my way to their house and that I have something with me. When I reach their house, she was already waiting for me so I don't have to use the doorbell and call for her. In the living room, her parents are watching a TV show. I greet them and they greet me back and even ask me if I've eaten already. I lied and I say yes, and hastily pulled Caroline up to her room who's brows are knitted together. Closing the door of her room, I lock it, so are her windows, and ask her if her parents won't hear us here. For years that we've been together, I know that her parents do not check on her at night so I didn't ask it. Having the confirmation that no one will bother us with my plan that she still doesn't know, I pull out what's inside the paper bag I am holding and she gasps when she sees its contents. She look
Nurse Stell meets us at the entrance of the hospital. I was catching my breath by the time we reach the entrance as the moment the cab stops, I pay and immediately leap off and run as fast as I can. Caroline too was catching her breath and is glaring at me while doing so. "Go, girls. Breathe," nurse Stell cheered. A few more seconds and I finally managed to stand straight while Caroline has her hand on her waist as she catches for more air. And I remember we haven't eaten anything yet, and we ran like this. I owe her a proper meal. Perhaps I'll just treat her for food for today. "Let's go?" I ask her when our breathing comes back to normal. She glares at me again. "Can't we eat first? You know, we did not eat dinner last night and yet we got drunk, and now we haven't eaten breakfast, yet again, we ran like freaking athletes. I was just about to answer he
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View The consequences of having a Brain Hemorrhage are taking a toll on me. I have been feeling massive headaches very often than usual, muscle weakness, nausea, vomits and loss of appetite. Sometimes when I am feeling it when I am with Zhanaia, I try to hide it from her, luckily, I am succeeding. Her innocence and being naive at some things turn out to be an advantage for me. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hands, I walk back to the tent where my girl is still sound asleep. She looks pretty, as she is. The blanket that is covering her is pulled down a little, showing the swell of her soft, and pillowy breasts. I smile, lean forward, and pull it up to fully cover her nakedness. Last night was the most unforgettable moment of my life when she gave herself to me. She's mine now, all of her, well, almost. I just need to have her legally, and that will happen a few more years from
Dionysus Dausel' Point Of View When I woke up, it's already dark and I am in my room. My head is still aching, though not as painful as earlier. I roam my gaze around the room, looking for a certain person but there's no evidence of her here. The four corners of this room are silent, only the sound of my breathing can be heard. I try to stand and luckily, I manage, though I feel weak and in need of strength. I need to eat. I wonder what does Stella has for tonight. Well, as she is my relative, I don't address her as my nurse when we're alone. She is six years older than me though, while Daniel is eleven years older than me, he's already thirty-one. There is a note written from a ripped page of one of my notebooks, and I recognize Zhanaia's penmanship. I reach for it and it reads,My Love, I don't want to go and leave you unconscious, but it's time for me to go home. Mama and Pap
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View I am in the middle of a field, and it is a vast space, an evergreen. I know a place like this, I've seen it on the Internet— Grindelwald. It is also a place in Switzerland. Yea, Switzerland. Am I in Switzerland? Roaming my eyes around, I realized that I am alone. No one is around aside from me. The sky is blue, with white clouds dancing, and I could not see the sun, but its daylight. "Dion, darling?" I froze on where I am standing when I heard that voice, that familiar voice I have never heard for so long. My heart thumps and it lurches up to my throat as my eyes started watering. Slowly, I turn to where that sweet, soothing voice is coming from. And there she is, Victoria Dausel, my mother. With her angelic and motherly smile, her burgundy hair is gently swaying with the wind, and her arms are open, like waiting for me. And sudd
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View "Just... just promise me one thing, Dion." "Promise me you'll get better and you will come back to me." Oh, sweetheart. My sweet Zhanaia. At first, I know leaving a promise to her is no use in my condition. Even if I take this brain surgery, it cannot give us an assurance that I will survive. But still, I go for it, for her. And now, even if leaving a promise seems to be no use, I did. I promise. And I will do it, for her. Loving is not an easy thing, it is not what it seems to be. Loving is not an easy thing, especially in our condition. Love is not an easy thing in a condition between life and death. It needs a lot of understanding and it takes huge risks. Zhanaia and I have agreed that I will come and fly back with dad to America so I could start the proce
8 Years Later... As the passengers descended the steel stairs, all of us who were left sighs in relief since this is yet another safe flight and we manage to do our jobs efficiently. We all prepared our things for is our turn to leave the plane after the passengers. Most of us will stay in hotels while some, including me, can go home as we wait for our next flight. The familiarity of home envelopes my whole being as I reach the last step of the steel stairs and with a smile, I start pacing forward together with the other ladies wearing formal blue. I fish my phone out and set off the flight mode and notifications start coming in, mostly texts from my family, and there is also one from Caroline. I walk faster despite the heels I am wearing just to reach one of the airport's parking lots immediately. "Zhan
If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one. But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves. Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars. Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by the most prominent designer in the whole Ameri
They say a woman is someone who could love truly, who could love so dear. They say a woman's love is pure and only a few do cheating. And as for me, I was counted as those few who does cheating. Having that said, I was someone who couldn't love my partner truly and dearly."What are you thinking?"I looked at Francis who was also naked while lying beside me. The white blanket from the hotel was wrapped around me, while only the lower part of his body was covered. His well-toned body was on full show and I couldn't help but to stare at his tanned skin.A smirk appeared on his lips seeing me staring at him with lust in my eyes. He shook his head and moved to wrap his arms around me, just below my naked breasts. Instantly, I felt hot all over when our skin touched again and I couldn't help but to moan when he started massaging my breast."Uhm,""I know you are thinking about him again," he whispered. "I know you are thinking that what we are doing is
"The results went out good and we didn't see any more signs of Leukemia. Your red blood cells and white blood cells' count continues to be in the normal count for the last few tests that we have done." "With that, I am glad to say that Zhairo is officially a cancer-free patient. Congratulations!" A sigh of fresh relief escaped my throat as soon as the doctor finished his sentence and I can't help but to feel overwhelmed. Mama and Zhanaia who were with me became emotional and I saw the tears pooling at the corner of their eyes. I knew it was because they were happy for me and I was sharing the same feeling as theirs. I closed my eyes and sighed again with the thought that I was finally cancer-free. Finally, I have won the battle against Leukemia. "Oh my god, Zhairo! Congratulations, I am so happy for you!" I smiled as Zhanaia, my sister, came to hug me. Although I didn't like it when they were hugging me, I let her just for this moment as I knew how happy she was for me. Zhanaia wa
If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one. But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves. Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars. Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by the most prominent designer in the whole Ameri
8 Years Later... As the passengers descended the steel stairs, all of us who were left sighs in relief since this is yet another safe flight and we manage to do our jobs efficiently. We all prepared our things for is our turn to leave the plane after the passengers. Most of us will stay in hotels while some, including me, can go home as we wait for our next flight. The familiarity of home envelopes my whole being as I reach the last step of the steel stairs and with a smile, I start pacing forward together with the other ladies wearing formal blue. I fish my phone out and set off the flight mode and notifications start coming in, mostly texts from my family, and there is also one from Caroline. I walk faster despite the heels I am wearing just to reach one of the airport's parking lots immediately. "Zhan
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View "Just... just promise me one thing, Dion." "Promise me you'll get better and you will come back to me." Oh, sweetheart. My sweet Zhanaia. At first, I know leaving a promise to her is no use in my condition. Even if I take this brain surgery, it cannot give us an assurance that I will survive. But still, I go for it, for her. And now, even if leaving a promise seems to be no use, I did. I promise. And I will do it, for her. Loving is not an easy thing, it is not what it seems to be. Loving is not an easy thing, especially in our condition. Love is not an easy thing in a condition between life and death. It needs a lot of understanding and it takes huge risks. Zhanaia and I have agreed that I will come and fly back with dad to America so I could start the proce
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View I am in the middle of a field, and it is a vast space, an evergreen. I know a place like this, I've seen it on the Internet— Grindelwald. It is also a place in Switzerland. Yea, Switzerland. Am I in Switzerland? Roaming my eyes around, I realized that I am alone. No one is around aside from me. The sky is blue, with white clouds dancing, and I could not see the sun, but its daylight. "Dion, darling?" I froze on where I am standing when I heard that voice, that familiar voice I have never heard for so long. My heart thumps and it lurches up to my throat as my eyes started watering. Slowly, I turn to where that sweet, soothing voice is coming from. And there she is, Victoria Dausel, my mother. With her angelic and motherly smile, her burgundy hair is gently swaying with the wind, and her arms are open, like waiting for me. And sudd
Dionysus Dausel' Point Of View When I woke up, it's already dark and I am in my room. My head is still aching, though not as painful as earlier. I roam my gaze around the room, looking for a certain person but there's no evidence of her here. The four corners of this room are silent, only the sound of my breathing can be heard. I try to stand and luckily, I manage, though I feel weak and in need of strength. I need to eat. I wonder what does Stella has for tonight. Well, as she is my relative, I don't address her as my nurse when we're alone. She is six years older than me though, while Daniel is eleven years older than me, he's already thirty-one. There is a note written from a ripped page of one of my notebooks, and I recognize Zhanaia's penmanship. I reach for it and it reads,My Love, I don't want to go and leave you unconscious, but it's time for me to go home. Mama and Pap
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View The consequences of having a Brain Hemorrhage are taking a toll on me. I have been feeling massive headaches very often than usual, muscle weakness, nausea, vomits and loss of appetite. Sometimes when I am feeling it when I am with Zhanaia, I try to hide it from her, luckily, I am succeeding. Her innocence and being naive at some things turn out to be an advantage for me. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hands, I walk back to the tent where my girl is still sound asleep. She looks pretty, as she is. The blanket that is covering her is pulled down a little, showing the swell of her soft, and pillowy breasts. I smile, lean forward, and pull it up to fully cover her nakedness. Last night was the most unforgettable moment of my life when she gave herself to me. She's mine now, all of her, well, almost. I just need to have her legally, and that will happen a few more years from
Nurse Stell meets us at the entrance of the hospital. I was catching my breath by the time we reach the entrance as the moment the cab stops, I pay and immediately leap off and run as fast as I can. Caroline too was catching her breath and is glaring at me while doing so. "Go, girls. Breathe," nurse Stell cheered. A few more seconds and I finally managed to stand straight while Caroline has her hand on her waist as she catches for more air. And I remember we haven't eaten anything yet, and we ran like this. I owe her a proper meal. Perhaps I'll just treat her for food for today. "Let's go?" I ask her when our breathing comes back to normal. She glares at me again. "Can't we eat first? You know, we did not eat dinner last night and yet we got drunk, and now we haven't eaten breakfast, yet again, we ran like freaking athletes. I was just about to answer he