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Twaine's Point of View :I am currently sitting here in one of our university bleachers while waiting for my two friends. Jeremy and Ana. They were called to the Dean's office for a while. "Thinking of me?" A familiar voice spoke from behind me. Wait, what it is again? Thinking of him? "Wow! What a courage of yours! Are you that handsome?" I said sarcastically while clapping. He just replied with a laugh. "What do you need?" I asked him raising my eyebrows. But instead of answering me he just shrugged. He's nice to talk to guys, promise. "I just want to accompany my angel." I looked at him when he suddenly spoke. "Your angel?" I repeated. "Yes, I miss her every day." He said while looking into the distance. "Oh, then why are you here next to me?" I keep asking him. He said he wanted to accompany his angel but I was the one he's bothering. "Because she's here." He answered while still looking into the distance. I frowned and looked at him again. "Where? Is she there?" I aske

Twaine's Point of View :It's already nine in the evening but Kyle isn't home yet. Three in the afternoon earlier when he texted that he couldn't pick me up because he went to an emergency. I can not understand myself. I feel like he's lying to me. My heart doesn't want to believe him, but it's my brain that tells me not to over think because I'm the one that Kyle loves and no one else. I've prepared our dinner before but until now I still don't touch it. I still don't eat even though my pets are hungry there, inside my stomach. I want us to eat together. I admit I'm bored and sleepy but I still want to wait for him. When I heard the doorbell, I ran to the door to see who was outside. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Kyle. I opened the door and went outside to open the gate. After Kyle parked his car in the garage I closed the gate. "I'll do it wifey." He said as I was about to close the gate, but I didn't listen to him. I still closed it even though he volunt

Twaine's Point of View :"But I can't do that," it was as if heaven and earth had fallen on me because of Kyle's response. "W-why?" Even though I knew what his answer would be, I still chose to ask. "She's dying, she's suffering a stage 4 bone cancer." He answered sadly. I don't know if it's craziness I am feeling, but I don't feel pity for that Roxanne. "So, is that just the way it is? What about me? I'm your wife, but it seems that I am an obstacle for you two..." I kept saying that while my tears continued to flow. "Twaine, you understand me, don't you?" He had a pleading question for me. I shook. "I don't know Kyle, I don't know." I said between my sobs. "What do you mean?" He asked me. "Let's just continue what we had talked about before. After all, I am nothing to you anymore, right? When I turn eighteen—" "No! I won't allow it!" He objected to what I am going to say. "You won't allow? What about me, Kyle? Please, don't be selfish! I'm your wife. But look, I'm the one w

Twaine's Point of View :"Oh, my dear. C'mon what's wrong? Tell it to mommy, I'm willing to listen." Aunt Kyla said as she hugged me tightly."M-mom—" I don't know but it looks like something is stuck in my throat right now. "Ma'am Kyla, there's a delivery." "For whom?" Auntie asked one of the maids who handed her over. "It looks like it belongs to sir Kyle." The maid answered. "Okay, thank you." When Tita got it, she immediately handed it to me. "Open it my dear." She said smiling. "Ah, not anymore aunt, maybe that's important." I rejecte her. I returned the letter to aunt. She opened it and then she read the contents. Her eyes widened as she moved around me and the envelope she was holding. "W-what's the meaning of this Twaine?" It seems like an unbelievable question. I just looked at aunt blankly because I also didn’t know what she meant. "Have you been annulled?" She asked shaky. She didn't seem to believe what she read. "M-mom, I didn't agrees to that," I said crying.

Twaine's Point of View :Ana and I are in the hospital now. We were also close to Roxanne's room but before we could finally get close to the room I let out a series of sighs. "Twaine, are you sure you really want to talk to Miss Sanchez?" Ana made sure to ask me more. "Yes, I'm sure." I answered. "In that case, come on. Let's go in while she has no other guests." I nodded at her. She also went inside first so I followed her. Kyle is not here now, maybe he's taking care of something. It would be better for us not to meet again. Because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to see him after all. "Why are you here? Are you here again to fight me?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "Psh, I'm not here for a fight." I said in almost crying. "Ana, can you leave us first?" I beg Ana. She hugged me before she left the room. "C'mon Twaine, if you're here just to scold me again—" "I'm not here to do that Miss Sanchez," I interrupted what she could say. "I know you're dying and you badly need