MasukEden’s Point of ViewHold me… help me… love me…Those were the things I saw in Theron’s very expressive eyes even though his lips would never admit to such weakness. But even though I could see it and I wanted to help him, but I didn’t know how to help him…I’m not obliged to make sacrifices for him, but at the same time—I feel he isn’t the type of person who would stand by and do nothing if I was in his shoes. Even if he fakes it… at least he tries.Then there are people who doesn’t even try. For someone like me, effort is enough.My gaze flickered to him on the bed, he was far off on the other edge, his back to me, but I knew he wasn’t asleep.Hesitantly, I reached for him, holding him from behind. I felt his body stiffened, but he made no attempt to stop me, so I leaned into him, my arms crawling into his sides as I hugged him from behind. Our naked bodies pressed against the other. His warmth seeping into my skin.We said nothing to each other, I leaned into him and he just
Theron’s Point of ViewI worked so hard to be the man I am now, a man that I could be proud of… a man that my parent could be proud of. Right from when I was child I was often stigmatized, as long as Thorne told anyone what my predicament was—people would definitely keep their distance from me. No one had ever noticed how difficult it is to keep the voices in my head at bay, how difficult it is to not let loose of the monster that I am aware I could be, or the fear that comes with living with it. Everyone just seems to point fingers at me, they were all unwilling to help me understand what I lacked, and how I was different from the rest instead they bullied and talked down to me, but it doesn’t change anything.For a long time, I thought I was a monster, something inhumane, but the older I got, the more I understood that I was just a human being but with something broken.The only thing I lacked was the ability to understand or feel empathetic emotions, I see people cry everyday ca
Giselle’s Point of View“How can you do something like that to our son?” Keegan asked barely minutes after Theron and his wife left. “Do you know how important his job is for him? How much he has dedicated to everything. For the past twenty years, he has never done anything to make us worry like that anymore—not even once.”Silence descended on us, because he was right, but that doesn’t suddenly justify all he had done in the past. “Why do you keep aggravating him?”My eyes narrowed…“Just because he hasn’t done anything to us for the past twenty years doesn’t mean that I was just going to forget how he has hurt me and Thorne in the past.” I answered back, dropping the silver purse in my hands to the table and slipping onto the couch—I was hoping we would finish this off quickly, so I can rest in my room; I’ve had a long day. “I just can’t forgive him for hurting Thorne.”“I understand what happened with Thorne, but that was a long time ago!” He rasped—his heavy voice bouncing along
Eden’s Point of View“Theron please leave for now…” Dr. Keegan urged, still in between his wife and his son, he looked very stressed, and honestly, I think that is the most appropriate thing to do for now. Theron seemed very aggravated already, and he might lash out—which is not something we want to happen.“No, I am not leaving until I receive a proper apology from mother; I deserved that much.” Theron declared with the same look of seriousness in his eyes. “And I want that apology now…else I will behave very badly.”I heard the threat, the last time he said that to me, he was indeed very bad, but considering he didn’t have a sexual relationship with her, I don’t want to find out what he means by badly—especially now that he is angry.I gripped his arms before things could escalate further.“Theron…” I called him with urgency in my voice, I see just how desperate Dr. Keegan was, Theron glanced at me almost immediately, his eyes narrowed filled with so much anger. “Please let’s just g
Theron’s Point of ViewMy relationship with mother had been horrible since God knows when—probably when I was fifteen years old or so—I think that was a year after I was diagnosed of my condition.As a child, I was a weird one, I found it difficult to understand or feel emotions—both of myself and of the other people around me, it was most noticeable when my grandma passed away, she was our closest relative after father and mother, it came as a shock because she passed tragically in an accident, but I was unable to cry. I didn’t even understand why my mother and brother were crying, I knew what had happened, I knew she was dead, and that I wouldn’t see her again, but then I just couldn’t feel anything and I didn’t understand why people were so sad she was dead. Father thought the behavior was unusual, but he thought I was probably just in shock, mother on the other hand was unable to continue her daily activities even until the following week—she grieved for her mother.But then
Giselle’s Point of View“I only did what I was asked to do.” Lina begged, her breathing became labored, she seemed to fear going to prison so much.I should have been more careful selecting my pawns next time, this one is weak and useless; she wasn’t supposed to mention my name, and I would have helped her from the shadows and do everything I can to make sure she doesn’t go to jail.Ugh… peasants, this is why I don’t involve myself with them.“What is the meaning of this?” My husband asked curiously his eyes flickering towards me. “Honey, tell me this isn’t true.”“Of course it isn’t.” I snapped, trying anything I could to save myself from the impending embarrassment. But I know it was already too late, but there were people here, I didn’t want this to escalate. “Are you going to believe that lying skank over me? I don’t even know her, met her once in the hospital and that is it. I am your wife, and I have been with you for more than 40 years now, and you still don’t trust me?”He di







