AFTERWARD

I am setting on the bed that witnessed how Ulysses made.

The resort of the Taylor.

What it was five years ago when I saw it is still the same today and nothing has changed. This resort was handed over by Vince to Ulysses.

This is where the new phase of my life began. In this bed, Ulysses was formed and because of that Eugene became my husband and became the father of my son.

I have experienced being a mother and wife because of this bed.

Sometimes, I ask myself.

Is there something wrong with me?

Is there something wrong with my personality?

There are those who love me but nothing lasts. Someone loved me but I didn't love. There is who stand by me but still my fault we separated.

I love someone very much but he can't love me. And when he loved me, I gave up.

Am I wrong or is fate played us?

"Hey, you remember the happiness you feel once in that bed. Maybe you forgot we're going to the cemetery." I