It’s been days since she finally let me get out of her room after a long period of convincing her I won’t leave and earning her trust back, but to me, she's not the same Katherine anymore though she seemed calm every time she bores her eyes to mine, in every wrong word that slipped out my mouth it changes her behavior I’m afraid she's losing it. Until I got the chance to unravel the things she kept, I made myself sick by taking a small dose of drugs to stimulate symptoms that will look like I’m really sick and luckily she believes it without any trace of suspicion she got into a business conference abroad but the whole mansion is secured assuring not to give me an escape even I had promised her I won’t leave but still she is that desperate. I can never ask someone from her people, their loyalty is for Katherine, they care for her so much, they won't help. I tried asking some maids but they are obviously scared to talk probably they saw how Katherine loses her control and perhaps the
Katherine's POV There comes a time when we will come to find another path and little do we know this brand new surface we had let ourselves walk in will take us a hundred degree changes in our lives, how can we hold things when they started to fall apart? How can we secure our love story in this enchanting ideology we had lost in? Is love enough? or will promises and compromises will cut ties in between? Before I met her I was following a constant routine of how will I handle my ever messed up way of living. The morning I woke up until another morning things were boring but my routine back then had kept me stable for a long time. I have been in the dark until this angel freed me, she accepted my all, and I could never be this grateful. if past lives are real I'm going to give all these golds that I have for us to be together again in the next hundred lifetimes. “Hey, aren’t you going to be late?” Asmara snapped her fingers at me. She is annoyed. “I’ve been trying to talk to you bu
“Twin sis, as much as I wanted to keep this from you, I think you have every right to know,” Amir called over the phone. “Is that thing can wait? I’m at the hospital right now Katherine passed out earlier” I sobbed and clutched my coat. “Oh God Asmara. Is she okay? I’m so sorry you’re all alone right now” “I’ll be okay Amir. Tell me what is it.” “Asmara there’s too much on your plate at the moment.” I can hear his heavy breathing of Amir. “Don’t you dare paraphrase it, Amir? I’m serious.” “I found our mom Asmara…” from there, times froze. Sometimes to move on with our past we cannot deny that forgetting is one of the compensatory mechanisms we use to get over the excruciating pain that drowned us. Maybe that was the best thing that Amir and I utilized to save ourselves I thought that the more I think about how painful it is the more I let myself get drowned even more. But I was wrong I was denying all these years that I no long for her. She left at the most inconvenient time fo
Katherine's skilled fingers manipulate each key, She's getting weak each day, and day by day it kills me to see her in pain. If only I can take it all, I would. The melody coming from it tells me how she has been. I stare at her savoring each melodious tone while she closes her eyes, playing gracefully with her head sways as the song continues to dominate the whole living room at first it is all calm and peaceful giving me a picture of a little girl running around full of smiles and giggles having a carefree soul, a little girl full of hopes and sun rays radiating her as she continues to pass it through with the people around her, a picture of a lovely face as she grew up to be more beautiful with her hair so soft as silk, her almond eyes will bore and roamed around leaving everyone in awe. Her fair skin turns pinkish each time it was hit by sunlight her wings are beautifully hanging down to her back she is ready to soar high. But as it went further her fingers went more aggressive c
Om kreem-kalikayi-namaha I used to wonder what this phrase is all about, but never I have looked for its meaning or some sort of explanation in the encyclopedia or even on the internet. Not until that day that she left. Leaving me with a damn paper with her metaphors and heart-wrenching poetry. She never told me about the reason but an intellectual human being can already figure out the answers to those questions, She doesn't want me to be tied to a blurry future with her. The phrase means Salutations to the divine kali, she's the Goddess of rebirth in Hindu, and she grants wishes if you're deserving of them. I asked myself oftentimes if I am really deserving of what the universe can offer? Katherine was the meaning of life, for me. Then she left, and everything starts to look dull and ugly. "The papers are at your desk hun," my co-worker tapped my shoulder as she went to close the door, I uttered thanks in a small voice, and silence eloped the room. the silence that I am comfor
Avant is in her late twenties, a woman who came from a prominent family in North London. I can sense that this body is not happy to live her life. Maybe that’s the reason why I woke up to take over her identity for God knows how long! I exclaimed out of frustration. I just came from a war last night I was a soldier the other day who fought in a battle against Russia. The body that I have taken care of was owned by a cowardly soldier he has been in love with the other guy who’s also a coward like him and he even used women to cover up his real self what a pathetic mortal. His body died and maybe that was the reason why I have to switch to another body again. For decades of jumping from body to body one thing I figured is that when I accomplished something or helped the person I have taken over with, that’s the cue that I have to leave. It was like hitting two birds with one stone. I help them and they help me too in the sense that I used their bodies to find my inamorata. How far are
A peasant wishes to exchange shoes with her master quite predictable. A splash of cold water woke me. Fucks! What with this cold water! Realization hit me from the clothing and the putrid smell of kitchen cutlery and a mountain of dishes. What a great day! One day I was a princess and now I'm a peasant who has a lot of chores to do. I looked at my hands and to my surprise, I have the body of a young servant I thought I'll end up in an old woman's body. Wait this face is familiar! I gasped out of surprise."Rosann what is happening to you child?" the older servant asked me, a concerned voice is written on her face. "Rosann is my name then." I smiled and the woman eyed me puzzled. I was not able to get through her memories to even get her name the very first thing that I saw was her desire to change her life. She wanted to be her master. This child is exceptionally intelligent but too bad she was sold by her family."Oh, my child you must be very tired from
From a peasant to an old man who was in despair from the unfairness of life. Thereafter to a suicidal office lady, and back to being a man again but it was a divorced gal who longed for his children's presence and back to an ambitious man of greed and at last to my hundredth and unfortunately last body. If I am going to fail again then, I have to pack up and surrender to the underworld. And for the love of the universe, I ended up in a dying body. This girl's body is as weak as a granny even weaker perhaps. How can I find her if I have to take over this body? I got up from bed and stared long at my window. This family is well off, not bad but they are damn chaotic there are banters everywhere the patriarch of the family is quite an autocratic, misogynistic son of a bitch that everyone is scared of him even the wife. How can men treat their women awfully? I'm not generalizing but as I've ventured into this modern era 70% of men are the same. Women can't be ahead of men, which I think i