Ever since it was justified that the world is round, I started listing the groups of people in this universe that I don't really need to deal with during my not-so-intriguing lifetime.First, STRANGERS.I blinked my eyes twice, trying to convince my self that it's not really happening, that I bumped my head on the wall or something, and everything's just a hallucination.Okay, okay. Breathe in. Breathe out."Miss, ah, can you move a little? My position is quite uncomfortable. You see, I'm pregnant."Damn. It's not a hallucination. I am really in a three-wheeled vehicle, and I remember the days when I don't even care what to call it! Because of this day's catastrophe, I could not even have the guts to know the fucking reasons why Heather Cassia is in a tricycle!"No need to tell me that you're pregnant. Not that I'm stupid to think that you're carrying a moon in your stomach." I couldn't stop rolling my eyes, yet I didn't bother to throw a glance at her. "I'm not going to move. After a

"I'll be there in 30 minutes. I'm still preparing. Inform Mr. Cho that I would be busy this week, I have no time for his complaints . . . Yes . . . Confirmed. Plus, remove my 9th appointment, Mrs. Aragoza cancelled the meeting."I kept on scanning the new set of cosmetics above my cabinet while this man in my room is talking to his secretary on the phone.I am now a captive, jailed in his mansion walls. I can sense the setting sun, but I want to go in the woods away. I want to escape. Always have been.I heard that their conversation ended. In my peripheral view, I saw him put his phone in his pocket. He slightly came closer."I'm leaving. Ymir is downstairs, you can approach her if you need something."I faced him, slowly closing the MAC lipstick I am holding and placed it on the bedside table. Our eyes just met and I feel like I was thrown inside of a heated microwave. His effect on me is still the same. But if there is something that has changed, I no longer care whatever effect he