Kimora POV I woke up in a soft bed. I tried to lean over and change my position but suddenly something pinched my shoulder. Wait?! I opened my eyes because while I was closing my eyes, I had a flashback of what happened earlier. When I opened my eyes, I looked around and I was inside a room made of wood and it had complete equipment. There is also a ceiling fan and what woke me up was the sound of the sea. Wait? Where am I? I got up and immediately looked around. I went straight to the window and my eyes widened because I was not mistaken that I was in the sea. But where are they? Sol? Ycson, West and where is Zach? When I looked at my shoulder, it was fine and had a bandage. But when I move it it hurts and I feel like the blood is still flowing down. What time is it? Why is it dark and I can't see anyone? I left the room and looked around again. The chandelier caught my eye and I noticed that it was the second floor. There are still three rooms next to each other n

Kimora POV After we showered, I immediately let him out of the bathroom because it took me a long time to shower. He didn't complain and immediately went out and said he was going to prepare something for us to eat first and talk to Ycson and West. Because I wanted to finish, I quickly took a shower and immediately put on the clothes that Zach had prepared for me. It's a Bodycone dress and that's what I'm going to wear because we're going to take a picture later. I don't even know if I'll be able to go out because the pain between my thighs is getting worse because of what happened to us earlier. I fixed myself and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is still blond and the color doesn't change. Mom used to say that I got that kind of hair from my father. I went out and it's a good thing because I have an excuse to tell them why I walk so slowly. Because of our desire earlier, I no longer felt the pain in my shoulder when I was hit by Ycson's bullet. I don't even

Kimora POV Some of us started taking plates and getting food. Zach and I took the dishes together. "Love, come on! Let's taste the foods." When he invites me. But I quickly refused. "I'm on a diet." He frowned because of what I said. When I saw the adobo, I immediately offered it to him. "Taste Mom's cooked adobo." He also looked at it which was placed in a large container and it also had pineapple and other ingredients. "She didn't cook that." "Huh? She didn't cook?" I asked curiously. "I'm the one who cooked that adobo." My eyes widened because of that. I immediately grabbed a lot of adobo sauce and a chicken drumstick. I also got a vegetable salad and rice. Zach was surprised at how I put a lot of adobo sauce on my plate. "Why did you put so much? I thought you're on a diet?" He chuckled. "Huh? Did I say I was on a diet? I didn't say anything and the food is delicious." I just keep placing and translating the dishes that are placed on the table. But what real

Kimora POV Zach and I went straight to the room and laid on the bed. He hugged me and I looked up. "Love...." "Hmm?" "You didn't tell me you knew how to use a knife." I looked at him and he was now looking up. It seems that his brain has not yet processed on what happened. "I don't know either. It's just that I suddenly became like that. Because I was worried about you, I suddenly learned to use a knife." I agree with him. "Let's sleep. I know you are tired." He hugged me tightly and I did the same to him. It was only a few minutes before we were enveloped in silence. ........ [December 25] [9:47 a.m.] "Love..." I didn't open my eyes and just continued to sleep. "Love...." "hmmm...?" "Wake up. You have your period." My eyes widened because of that. I have my... my what??! Damn! Shame!! I looked at the bed sheet and I noticed that there was blood there and it was from my butt. I closed my eyes and asked the earth to swallow me. "Just stay here. We'll go back

Kimora POV I thought, it's okay when you give everything for love. Even if you don't put yourself first, let them be okay. Even if you put your feelings aside, you just can't hurt them. Until one day, you'll just wake up feeling nothing but tired— that calm conversation and patience won't get you through. It all accumulates, suddenly it explodes, until you don't know it anymore. You still love that person, but you are tired of him. You still want him to stay, but you're already hurting. Because that's the way it is, when you give too much, then you will feel how to lose. They say goodbyes are made to finish things that must come to an end. So when you left, I thought— which part of our love should we lose? or maybe it was completely gone before the goodbye came? We are fine. There is no problem. We didn't fight, we didn't argue, we didn't even talk about everything that could be an obstacle for us. But where are we now? They are wrong. Maybe, it is more correct to say