I couldn't count how many seconds or minutes I had been standing there. There was no force or even desire on my part to move to leave the position. Even the distant figure of the two is no longer within my sight because of the minutes that have passed.   How long will I watch people walk away from me? Is there an end to pain? Or at least reduce the number of days I cry in grief.   The sorry he gave me was enough to complete the final touch of the blueprint I've created before executing my plan. I knew when he apologized we were really over. But I didn't expect to mention our son. Now, I can't help but wonder what Harris must be thinking. If he was affected. If anything has changed in his view. Or if it's still the same as before that he doesn't care even this time he knows the truth.  

Of all the occasions that I went to the hospital, I never once felt fear. Even if my own life is in danger, I don't care at all. But now that someone else was the reason I came here, there wasn't a second that I didn't feel fear and nervousness. From the moment I got in the car to the minutes we drove down the road to this place, my mind was never at peace. Even the beating of my heart didn't even become normal even for a few times, every beat was always fast and strong which I knew was because of the fear I felt for the person I was with now. "It's too late, Prescilla," Katiya promised with a hint of menace in her voice. I didn't try to look back at him because I knew that when I looked back he would give me a threatening look. I know they don't agree. They made me feel their opposition to what I wanted to happen in front of me. Katiya who has been blocking me with every word she says. Mizu has been reminding me several times since earlier of what I can do when I find my purpose.

"Your clothes." Katiya carelessly threw a paper bag on the bed I was sitting on. "If you're ready, I'll be downstairs."She didn't give me a chance to answer because she immediately turned away. Mizu, on the other hand, caught my attention by tightening his hold on my hand. "You could stay here all you want, Prescilla. You don't have to leave.”I only answered him with a smile. I moved a bit closer to him and hugged him tight as if it would be the last time I'd be able to do it. Without a word, he gave it back to me more firmly. We stayed that way for a few more minutes before we finally let go of each other. I gave him a small smile, far different from the one I used to give him when we were still kids. This one was fake, full of pretension, and no sincerity at all. Anyway, he smiled back at me. "I'll be fine, Mizu." I nodded my head and held his hand tighter than his hold. "I promise to cry less. I'll try my

I gasped as I closed my eyes when I felt the pain on my back. The soft mattress that was hugging my body did not serve its purpose. My body still aches despite the comfort that it should be giving me. And the coldness of the room just made it worst. I feel that my body only hurts more. I slowly opened my eyes and searched for the familiar ceiling of the hospital that I expected to see, but it was nowhere to be seen. I fell backwards when I got up which I immediately regretted because of the pain I immediately felt. My hand went up to trace the part of my body that has been hurting and found gauze on it. My unconscious mind knows that I am far from danger and those men who tried to capture me are now gone. But the feeling of being afraid for someone else's safety still haunts me as if I was still in my situation yesterday. I feel like I was still stuck there, being chased by men who were after me just to give me to their master. 

I tucked myself under the blanket and tried to find the warmth that would relieve the coldness I was feeling now. The air-con is off but the windows are open so it's still cool around. Even if I wanted to close it, I was dominated by weakness so I couldn't do it. I can't count how many hours I've been lying here after Waldo forced me to rest. And since that moment that my body became one with the bed, my body felt weaker. The opening of the door made a noise but I didn't have the strength to face it. The footsteps I hear inform me that more than one person has come inside. I kept my eyes closed and forced myself to sleep because I didn't want to talk to anyone. Even Waldo. "Is she fine, William?" that's Waldo's voice. The one he was talking to laughed at him. "I told you earlier that he is fine. I'm just here to clean her wounds. Don't worry too much.”I heard Waldo's sigh which was immediately followed when h