CHAPTER 47: Beg

Nala’s Point of View

“Eat something, Nala. You’ll get sick if you keep doing this,” Lawrence said after knocking from outside my room here at my house in Parañaque.

“Leave me alone, Lawrence. I can take care of myself. Go away!” I shooed him away for the umpteenth time while I was wrapped in a blanket.

Ever since he came over at nine this morning, he hasn’t left me alone. He keeps knocking, and I’m starting to get irritated.

I came here after talking to Hugo at the park yesterday. I don’t know if it was the right decision to come straight home or not. I remember our memories together here. In every corner of this house, I see him, even though he’s not with me.

My eyes are swollen from crying. I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and all I’ve done is cry until I’m exhausted.

My emotions are all mixed up, and my chest feels heavy. I don’t know what to do anymore. I just let myself cry because I wanted to let it all out. All the pain I’m feeling.

I’m mourning the loss of my child. I still ca