I knew this wasn’t the time to joke around, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want them to worry too much. I wanted to show them I was okay. That I was strong. Even if the truth was, my heart felt caught in a storm.“Bro, what happened to you was no joke. Someone tried to kill you. Whoever did this—they need to pay,” Diego said, his voice filled with anger and determination. “I’m not letting this go.”I let out a long sigh in response. I knew there was no point in arguing. Once Diego had set his mind on something, there was no stopping him.“Where’s Jac?” I asked, already knowing where he was and what he was doing. He was out there, trying to find the demon responsible for what had happened to me last night.“He’s at the precinct. He won’t stop until those bastards are caught,” Diego replied.Just as I thought.Jac would not sit still, waiting for a report from the cops. That man takes action, even when no one tells him to.“Any idea who did this?” Diego asked, and I hesitated. I didn’
I woke up in a cold hospital room, the steady beeping of the heart monitor reminding me of everything that happened last night—the dark road I was walking, the blinding headlights of the car, and the faceless man who struck my head."Ahh…" I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes shut as a wave of pain pulsed through my head. I held my throbbing temple, the ache matching the beat of my heart—still aching, still tight in my chest.Once the pain subsided a little, I slowly opened my eyes and moved, cautiously letting my gaze roam around the cold room I was in.A bitter smile crossed my lips when I saw Diego."Bro..." I called out weakly to my friend, whose face was buried in the edge of my hospital bed."Bro!" He rubbed his eyes groggily at my voice and immediately grabbed my hand as if startled awake.I gave him another weak smile. I remembered when he was the one confined in the hospital—I had been just like this, sitting by his bedside, patiently watching over him, waiting for him to wake
I left Dorry without a word—not because I was angry about what she said, but because I couldn’t bear to see her crying and hurting because of me. The truth is, I was the one in even more pain. I was carrying twice the weight; I could barely endure it anymore. I felt worthless. I was the reason for her suffering."Nelson..."I was met with worried voices and sad eyes from my friends, but I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even look at them. I kept my head bowed, my eyes fixed on the gift I was supposed to give Dorry—a gift that was once meant to symbolize my loyalty and love, now a painful reminder of sorrow and regret.Vianna May gently touched my shoulder. “Nelson, please remember we’re here for you and Dorry. Don’t lose hope. Things will get better. Time will heal your wounds, just like it did for Diego and me.” I could feel the sincerity and sympathy in her words, but even then, I couldn’t bring myself to answer her. I couldn’t meet her eyes. I was drowning in shame. I was ashamed in f
((Nelson))After I softly whispered Dorry’s name, all I got in return were her wide, tear-filled eyes. It was like my whole body turned to stone—I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My brain struggled to process what I had just heard.The words Dorry said... “I’m the reason we lost our baby.” Words I heard clearly, like a bomb exploding right in front of me. These are words I never imagined I would hear in my entire life.It was enough to shatter my sanity. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear from her—not now, not ever. Why is fate so cruel to me? Why can’t I catch a break? Was I born to carry problems on my back? Life like this is just... exhausting.I was so happy just minutes ago. I was so excited on my way here, carrying the gift I bought for Dorry—a set of pearl jewelry. That was why I was late to pick her up. I thought it would be a perfect symbol of my love and loyalty to her. But now, I don’t even know if I should give it to her anymore.A gentle squeeze on my shoulder snapped me
It was almost nine in the evening, and Nelson still hadn’t shown up—despite his promise to pick me up at Vianna May’s flower shop.And yes, even if I was still upset with him, I couldn’t deny the worry slowly building up inside me. There was a dull ache in my chest. I knew it might seem petty, but after our misunderstanding, a simple promise like this meant more to me than I cared to admit.“Hey, Dorry!” Vianna May nudged me, glancing down at her phone.I gave her a small, tight smile as she sat beside me.“Are you thinking about Nelson?” she asked with a teasing grin, though I could sense a bit of concern behind it.I had already told her about our misunderstanding. What she didn’t know, however, was that there was a deeper reason why I was still hesitant to let Nelson back into my life.“It’s getting late, Dorry,” she said softly. “It might be better to wait for Nelson at our house instead. Diego’s already waiting for me, and I’m sure Violy is tired, too. If Nelson doesn’t show up,
Aunt Norma stood up with her head held high, but no matter how composed she tried to appear, the fury in her eyes betrayed her unease. Her steps were slow and deliberate—and when she finally reached the grand door, she turned and cast one last deadly glare. Her eyes burned with defeat and seething rage, her pride refusing to crumble completely. The sharp click of her heels against the marble floor echoed through the room — the sound of her bitter retreat.I couldn’t help but smile.Anyone watching her would probably think she still had the upper hand — like she was still the one calling the shots, still the most powerful person in the room. But I knew better. That was the look of a woman who had just lost control — and the fire in her eyes wasn’t just anger. It was a warning. A promise of revenge. I needed to stay sharp.After Aunt Norma’s quiet, heavy departure, the rest followed like drenched chicks trailing after their mother hen. Shoulders hunched, heads bowed, not one of them cou