MARIA
"Oh God" Aal whispered as i dropped her hands to my shoulders. "Is she dead?" She softly asked.
"Wu's strong. She's a fighter. And this. She's a hero-" I admit, sniffling as I wiped my tears.
"I want to believe it. So badly that she's okay. Please let her be okay" Jacqueline laid on the ground.
"She'll be" I nodded as i dropped to the floor too.
"So who's going to come for us now?" Aaliyah whispered as we all just sat on the ground, waiting.
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DELE
I pulled over my car away from the pub and the restricted area barred by yellow tapes that marked the deadliest of scenes.
Abandoning the car key in the ignition, i jumped out, my feet dropping to the heated grounds.
The wildfire blazed in my eyes as they fought back with water through different hoses and that
THREE MONTHS LATER.For most of her recovery days in the hospital, Wu had Mabel, a little more of a grandmother figure to watch her while she recovered. Maria was there too.But halfly because she avoided Marc, preventing the inevitable farewell conversation.But as happy as she was that she finally went through rehabilitation with a clear mind and a slight less likely chance to relapse, she was even happier she was out.WUMy bags clinged to my sweaty palms as i stepped out of that door, knowing my life would finally change.The atmosphere was humid with a brisk breeze whistling past every minute, with the strength to sway my lengthy hair slightly to the right.But none of that mattered, i was finally able to take in a deep breath, not of heroine or any drug but of the air that blew past, beaming with so much possibilities-
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Someone once asked me, how will you know when you’re close to the end? Will there be a sign? Or something that will tell you that it’s time to go.He meant death. I thought something deeper -the time to let go. And it brought thinking, we can’t know, and there’s no sign but if alas-
WU03Life.
AALIYAHBEFORE THE CALLMy hands curled around the grip of sheets as i stood on my knees. My back arching whil
JACQUELINERuby always talked about her happy ending. Having it. Seizing it and choosing it, choosing that particular thing that make
MARIAComing back home filled Maria with nostalgia, and the closer she got, the more she questioned if this was a right decision.Holding her boys in both her hands, they boarded the last uber to her father's house and in due time, she got there, knocking on the d
MARIAWhat do they say about first love?People tend to talk too much about how it's inherently unique, the first dose to addiction and a life long bond you never forget. Love might always be special even if its for the ninety ninth time—