Veronica's povI didn't wait for the cab driver to take the money from my outstretched hand before I flew out of the cab. I walked briskly into the station, ignoring the noise around. I had just one goal in mind and I would be damned if I allowed myself to get distracted. The station was huge so I had no other choice but to ask the lady standing behind a huge counter. The idea of searching everywhere till I found him was not appealing anyways."Good afternoon," I said, staring intently at the blond haired lady. She didn't look up, neither did she acknowledge me and I didn't bother to wait for it, "I am looking for my boyfriend, Hunter Arenas." She raised her head to direct a bored look at me, her eyes looked slanted, barely opening, like she would rather be sleeping than standing here talking to me."The alley suspect?" She asked a little bit louder than necessary, drawing attention my way. If she was looking to embarrass me, I didn't care because all I had on m

Writer's povCynthia used her hands to unnecessarily smoothen the white lace dress she was able to buy at the shop in front of the hotel when they arrived at Vegas. The dress passed her knees by only a little, while the back was halter neck, revealing the upper part of her back. Her hands shook despite her happiness, not because she didn't want to go through with it, but because she didn't have her friends and family with her. She fingered her hair which she had packed up to form a ring around her head, placing some white baby's breath in her hair, completing the look. She exhaled an unsteady breath in a bid to calm down her nerves. She smiled a wide smile, watching herself in the standing mirror, tucked by the corner of the room. Suddenly, an image of her father beating her mother flashed in her mind, and her smile fell. Another image of him yelling at her mother for not doing what he told her to do, the way he told her to do it. "You're useless, I regret ever m

Writer's povMark entered the office of the doctor, sitting down while he waited for him to come meet him. It had been with great effort and an upgrade in lying that he had been able to convince Dulce and Philip that the funeral would happen. He even had to enlist the help of Tom, who was exceptionally good at easing Dulce. Speaking of Tom, Mark noticed the budding friendship between him and a slightly reluctant and suspicious Dulce. He would have complained and stopped the whole thing but Diana made him realize that Tom was more important and useful to Dulce than he could ever imagine. He had taken time to study that she was indeed right in that aspect. Dealing with that, and finding out that Hunter had been arrested as the main suspect for murder, was totally unsettling. He and Diana had rushed down to the station, trying to offer their help anyway they could and show support. For someone who was facing a tough time, Hunter didn't seem to look like it, neither did he act li

Writer's povProdigal opened the door to his small room, gingerly holding his sides as he came inside. He walked past the light switch, preferring to remain in the dark. He walked slowly, grimacing with every step as he walked into the little cubicle called toilet, switching on that light. He rolled the bottom of his black shirt up, staring down at the spot that throbbed. He inhaled sharply when he saw his skin of his left rib cage was pink and raw looking, with blood around the wound. He moved slightly and pain increased, causing him to cry out. He deduced that he had broken a rib thanks to the accident. He looked around and found the white nylon containing some medical supplies he got from the drug store some weeks back. He picked up the ethanol in the bag, not bothering with an absorbent cotton wool as he used his teeth to remove the ethanol cover, spitting the rubber away as he poured the liquid directly on the wound. He yelped loudly, barring his teeth before he bit down

Writer's povDulce turned to look at the person causing the commotion at the door. What she found was totally unexpected. Adams strolled him into the room, walking like he had no care in the world. Everyone turned their heads towards him, watching him as he slinked close to where she stood. He seemed oblivious to the attention he was getting. Philip ran towards the corridor where he had seen Mark enter. Dulce hitched to slap Adam for daring to come to for the wake, but she held back, using one hand to hold the other. Adam made a big fanfare, clearing his throat loudly as he dipped his hand into his suit pocket to bring out a white envelope."I am so sorry for your loss Dulce. Simon was a great man." He said, his eyes totally revealing the insincerity of his words. "At the hospital, I tried to offer my help in paying all the bills but Mark decided to interfere and I couldn't." Diana came to stand in front of Dulce, using her body to shield her. He looked at