We agreed to go home first to take a bath and change. Before we parted ways, Daniel and nurse Stell showed up, and I know it is to guard Dion. My man on the other hand just smiled and he seems to understand the situation which makes me smile too. At least, he's acknowledging that he needed help and more care.He assured me that he'll pick me up after lunch, Mr. Fidel arranged a rented vehicle for his son.When I get home, Zhairo is sitting on the sofa, and as usual, watching anime on the television with English subtitles. He beamed at me as I made my way up, he knows. Of course, he does. He and Caroline are close enough to talk about the love thing."Hey, Zhanaia, mama, and papa said they wanted to talk to you later when they get home."I stop to face him, "Okay, I'll be here before seven."He nodded, "I'll tell them when they get home before you. So, you spend the night with your boyfriend?"I narrow my eyes at him, he mumbles, "What?"

  On Miró Coffee, Dion's trying to explain himself as I cooly sip with my Cappuccino.  "Sweetheart, please, talk to me?"  I put down my cup and turn to face him. "What?"  "You are silent the whole time."  "I have nothing to say," I replied nonchalantly.  He let an exasperated sigh, "Come on, what you saw earlier—"  "Now, that's something." I cut him off, glaring at him. "You have the audacity to do that in front of me, in public, after what we've done last night after you got me. My god, I can't believe you!"  He shifts and pulls his chair beside me. "Sweetheart, I know. I'm sorry,"  Tsk. I shake my head and resume drinking my Cappuccino, and then, later on, we're talking, like nothing happened. Well, maybe that's it, we shouldn't make things like that a big deal to make our relationship healthy.  With that, I changed the subject into something more important, "So, uh

I am currently staring at the blank ceiling of my room, the cream curtains of my window are dancing with the gentle wind. The night is mute, my room is cool, and it helps me to think things through."If you and my son will agree, I would like us to go back to America within this week."Dad's words keep on ringing in my ear, as Dion's situation is also in my head. And I know that it's better if they will come back to the US within this week. They could start the procedures for Dion's operation as early as possible, and that is even better— for him.But what about me? If going back to America within this week and starting the procedures for the operation as soon as possible is better for Dion, then how about me? Where am I in that?This is another conflict with myself that I have to sort out. I know that love should not be selfish, and I know too that love should not be always for the better of only one. It should be better for both parties. Right now

  Blood.  Blood is scattered on the floor around him.  Blood coming from his nose, his mouth, his eyes, his ears.  Dion.  My feet are frozen, I couldn't move. My mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything to do. All I can see is the red sticky liquid and Dion's lifeless body on the floor. It took me a few moments to finally come back to my senses. I murmur his name first until I just found myself screaming his name and the word 'help'.  I didn't know what happened. I just feel that someone is pulling me up and they are lifting Dion too. And then after that, everything went black.  Slowly, I open my eyes with the smell of ethanol lingering in my nostrils. The first thing I saw is the white ceiling, and then the white walls, everything is white. Where am I? What happened?  Blood.  A

  For once, I feel like I want to forget everything, and I feel like I want to get wasted. So, that night, I texted Caroline to inform her that I am on my way to their house and that I have something with me. When I reach their house, she was already waiting for me so I don't have to use the doorbell and call for her.  In the living room, her parents are watching a TV show. I greet them and they greet me back and even ask me if I've eaten already. I lied and I say yes, and hastily pulled Caroline up to her room who's brows are knitted together.  Closing the door of her room, I lock it, so are her windows, and ask her if her parents won't hear us here. For years that we've been together, I know that her parents do not check on her at night so I didn't ask it. Having the confirmation that no one will bother us with my plan that she still doesn't know, I pull out what's inside the paper bag I am holding and she gasps when she sees its contents. She look