Epilogue

(Juliet’s POV)

For some weeks now, I’ve kept noticing that something was wrong with me. Especially my mood, the way it goes on and off is really worth to be questioned. The worst part would probably be how some of my favorite foods were starting to irritate me and make me feel as if I wanted to puke.

“Are you alright?” Jason asked with Eric in his laps. Both of them were staring at me as I hit my chest for the fourth time in a row. They noticed that something was off about how I was behaving, and the way I had shaped my mouth too.

“Mom?” Eric asked, and I nodded.

“I am alr…” I had wanted to respond both of them that I was okay. And that I was only feeling something rise up in me abnormally, but I was cut short by the way the ‘thing’ suddenly gassed up inside me, fueled. I ran to the toilet, burying my head inside the water sink, and letting myself pour out all that vomit.

Jason was behind me, covering Eric’s face as I puked into the white sink. He softly pulled him behind him, moving