Chapter 50: Still pretending

One day.

A day later, I was able to stand and could barely walk. Sashalyn is back in her room, recovering.

"How are you?" I looked at Trina.

"It's pretty good." I answered and took a sip of coffee. "How is she?" I'm referring to Sashalyn.

"She is better and can stand up. How I wish that she doesn't have cancer and that her strength continues." I smiled at what she said. "But it's a pity because one of her eyes can no longer see." I smiled bitterly at what she said next.

With the amount of things that have happened, sometimes I think of giving up, but despite that, I realize that I shouldn't give up because I'm not only having more difficulty in the trials we're going through, because what right do I have to just give up if there are people who are going through it more difficult than me? .

An example of that is Sashalyn. I still remember the days when I thought badly of her. Not even her exterior but her attitude. I'm taking back the insults and bad thoughts I had about her before.

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