Twaine's Point of View :"But I can't do that," it was as if heaven and earth had fallen on me because of Kyle's response. "W-why?" Even though I knew what his answer would be, I still chose to ask. "She's dying, she's suffering a stage 4 bone cancer." He answered sadly. I don't know if it's craziness I am feeling, but I don't feel pity for that Roxanne. "So, is that just the way it is? What about me? I'm your wife, but it seems that I am an obstacle for you two..." I kept saying that while my tears continued to flow. "Twaine, you understand me, don't you?" He had a pleading question for me. I shook. "I don't know Kyle, I don't know." I said between my sobs. "What do you mean?" He asked me. "Let's just continue what we had talked about before. After all, I am nothing to you anymore, right? When I turn eighteen—" "No! I won't allow it!" He objected to what I am going to say. "You won't allow? What about me, Kyle? Please, don't be selfish! I'm your wife. But look, I'm the one w
Twaine's Point of View :"If you're just here to fight Roxanne, it's better to just leave!" I never thought Kyle would yell at me like that right in front of that woman. Because my eyes were dimming from crying so hard, I hardly knew where my two feet had taken me. My tears are still flowing. Why isn't it exhausted yet? I have been crying for a few days but my tears are still flowing. Funny that I don’t understand. "Twaine, stop it." I was stopped when suddenly someone grabbed my other arm. "Oh, it's you again." I said weakly. "Why is it that whenever I'm not okay, you're the one who always shows up? Tell me Clyde, who are you really?" I asked gently while my tears continued to flow. Instead of him answering me, he just gave me a tight hug. I’ll admit, I was slowly calming down because of his hug. I did not mumble or make any noise. I just felt myself as he hugged me. "Don't you really remember me?" He asked me. He let go of my hug so it doesn't matter that we are facing each o
Twaine's Point of View :"Oh, my dear. C'mon what's wrong? Tell it to mommy, I'm willing to listen." Aunt Kyla said as she hugged me tightly."M-mom—" I don't know but it looks like something is stuck in my throat right now. "Ma'am Kyla, there's a delivery." "For whom?" Auntie asked one of the maids who handed her over. "It looks like it belongs to sir Kyle." The maid answered. "Okay, thank you." When Tita got it, she immediately handed it to me. "Open it my dear." She said smiling. "Ah, not anymore aunt, maybe that's important." I rejecte her. I returned the letter to aunt. She opened it and then she read the contents. Her eyes widened as she moved around me and the envelope she was holding. "W-what's the meaning of this Twaine?" It seems like an unbelievable question. I just looked at aunt blankly because I also didn’t know what she meant. "Have you been annulled?" She asked shaky. She didn't seem to believe what she read. "M-mom, I didn't agrees to that," I said crying.
Ana's Point of View :Hi, I am Allessana Chandria Gomez a.k.a Ana. I am 18 years old and like Twaine I am also a 2nd year college nursing student. Obviously, we're classmates. We just finished our intrams so we went back to school again. I smiled as I greeted Twaine with my tight hug but she didn’t seem to be on herself. I could see the sadness in her angelic eyes. I knew she had a problem. However, she is not the type who will tells you her problems. She would rather keep her problem to herself than tell to us. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked her. "H-huh? Nothing." She said smiling. Tsk! She's good there—in pretense. "Twaine, I'm your friend aren't I? Don't say nothing because I know there is." She just stared at the emptiness before letting out a series of sighs."I just realized that it's so hard being alone." she said laughing but I could see the watering in her eyes. Because there is no prof. so I stood up and held her hand. "Come with me." I told her while still holding her
Twaine's Point of View :Ana and I are in the hospital now. We were also close to Roxanne's room but before we could finally get close to the room I let out a series of sighs. "Twaine, are you sure you really want to talk to Miss Sanchez?" Ana made sure to ask me more. "Yes, I'm sure." I answered. "In that case, come on. Let's go in while she has no other guests." I nodded at her. She also went inside first so I followed her. Kyle is not here now, maybe he's taking care of something. It would be better for us not to meet again. Because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to see him after all. "Why are you here? Are you here again to fight me?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "Psh, I'm not here for a fight." I said in almost crying. "Ana, can you leave us first?" I beg Ana. She hugged me before she left the room. "C'mon Twaine, if you're here just to scold me again—" "I'm not here to do that Miss Sanchez," I interrupted what she could say. "I know you're dying and you badly need
Twaine's Point of View :When I got home from school, I went home immediately. As usual, I went straight to my room and changed into my uniform. After all, I'm of legal age and my flight is open, why haven't I completed the day yet? I opened my closet to get my clothes. Earlier, on my way home I thought of going to a bar. I want to make the most of this day alone. Jeremy and Ana would have invited me out but I refused. I said I just wanted to sleep at home but the truth is, I wanted to talk to myself. An off-shoulder red and white denim shorts I thought of wearing. I paired it with a black heel that suited me. 'Perfect!' I also put foundation on my face. I also fixed my eyebrow. And last, I wear a red lipstick. I just put on my long hair. After I adjusted myself, I next picked up my black shoulder bag. After all, I went to my small cabinet where the car key that Daddy bequeathed to me 3 years ago is located. At the age of 15, I knew how to drive. Daddy also taught me. I already
Kyle's Point of View :I still wanted to sleep but when I'm about to hug Twaine properly, and I couldn't get her, I woke up. 'Where is she?'I got up and immediately went to the bathroom. While I was taking a bath I couldn’t help but smile remembering what happened to us last night. After I took a shower, I went out of the bathroom and went to my room to change. I smiled to see my room. Even my closet is still in order. She didn't touch it. After I got dressed I looked for Twaine again, but I could not find her. It's Saturday, so, it's impossible for her to go to school. I dialed her number but still I couldn't reach her. I'm starting to get nervous. I don’t know but I feel like I will never see her again. I went back to her room where we slept side by side last night. I opened her cabinets one by one. Fear prevailed in my heart and mind because her belongings were gone.When I turned my gaze to her study table, there, I noticed a folded paper. I quickly picked it up and read it.
Twaine's Point of View :Its been 4 days since I arrived here in Toronto, Canada. During my first day, I spent my whole day in sleeping and arranging my things in my condo. On my second day, I went on a tour by myself. CN Tower is the first spot that I explored. Based on the article that I'ved research the 553 meter CN Tower is one of the famous landmark in Toronto. It is also one of the city's must see attractions and also the most impossible to miss. When I get to that, you will actually be able to gape while looking at the high tower. Other people I talked to there said that it would have been better if I went at night because you can really see the light there. Light brought by the very light of the tower and the gigantic buildings that surround it. There are also many restaurants that you will really enjoy even if you are alone because what they serve is delicious. All in all, it was worth going to CN Tower even if I was alone. After the CN Tower I next went to the Royal Ont