Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wine Stained Lips: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Calla's POVIt's been days since I watched my mother get put into the earth. I drowned in my grief, depriving myself any form of vitamin D from the sun, laying in my room merging into my furniture, especially my mattress. I took care of my mum,I held back her hair when she puked from her first chemo,I wrapped her in blankets when she was cold,I pretended not to hear her cry in the middle of the night because she was scared,so I'd act like I didn't see her. Instead, I brought her fruits and we'd talk before she falls asleep and when she does,I'd kiss her forehead and pray to God to keep her.The scene of her body in the coffin was stuck my mind, hunting me. It was a real life nightmare I had fallen into and couldn't wake from. When they put her into the ground,I broke in ways I've never been broken before. Parts of me intertwined with her was buried that day and I'd never recover. 'That's the thing about pain,it demands to be felt' it was a quote from John Green's The fault in our s

Calla's POVMy foot sank into the soil as I approached my mother's tombstone. My body felt heavy with every step I took as I reluctantly got closer. The hair on my arms raised like I had been electrified as I stood there frozen letting the cold breeze brush my skin.'In loving memory of Hannah Rhode Grayson,September 7th 1969 - June 28th 2022' was craved on it. My thoughts could not fathom how gutwreacking I felt reading it. The cement of my mother's tombstone was still novel and on it were a bunch of fresh flowers piled on top of dried one. I thought of how many somber eyes had stood in this same spot as I did mourning the loss of my mother. I wanted her for just myself,but she was more than just my mum. She was so much more to so many people than I'd ever know and they were hurting just as badly as I am.I wiped the tears that escaped my eyes and I stood there staring at the concert and the titles the flowers,the grass, everything and anything because I still couldn't accept that s

Calla's POV It's tough knowing everything concerning a huge part of my identity had happened without being in the loop then suddenly having to accept it. Today was my first day back at work,and I could not stop thinking about everything James told me yesterday. And on top of that,I still couldn't believe mum was no longer here to talk to about this type of stuff,even though the letter was just as jaw dropping as it could be. It still didn't fill the empty space of missing her.Right around the corner of Halt building,there were visible renovations and changes to the sight. Everything looked polished and repainted, completely rebranded. I was probably too distracted waiting for James in the parking lot yesterday that didn't recognize it. Although,I never got to step inside yesterday. I grabbed my bag,my cup of coffee,and my keys and walked into the building. Immediately my feet stepped in, a loud sound boomed in my ears almost giving me a head attack. As my nervous system processed a

Calla's POV "There's absolutely no way these chicken taste better." Julie said,while sitting on my office chair and spinning around with a bowl of chicken in her hands. "I've searched the corners of earth for it but...it's one in a million.""Just text him and ask him where he go it." I urged her. She has been going on about how a weird guy she met at a Frank Ocean concert shared a special chicken tenders with her."I'm not going to break contact. I'm standing on business." She objected which I'm not surprised by considering the fact that she ghosted him after he used his head to smash a wooden chair at the restaurant they went to."Exactly,as you should. So forget about it. It was probably your mind exaggerating it." I said. Taking a piece of chili chicken wings into my mouth,I fanned my mouth with my hand as the spicy sauce hit my tongue."I don't know,Calla. If you tasted it, you'd know what I'm talking about." She whines subtly.I laughed. "Okay, Julie.""I'm so happy you and Jam

Calla's POV"...in other news,the CEO of popular French billionaire franchise, Ranault Wine have been rushed to the hospital after a suicide attempt. This has opened a whole other can of warm facing his trial after his arrest last Friday. Wow!...What do you think about this Anna?...I think this is a lot to unpack." The first speaker said. I rested my weight on the back of the couch as I watched the 8am morning show. The two women and a man say on a round table read public opinions on several issues happening and I couldn't shut down my curiosity to watch today's show on Mr Ranault, especially after what happened last night."Just wow." The second woman whose name I assume is Anna as written in bold on the screen,replied."I mean...it is a lot. I haven't been this invested since the O.J Simpson trial. Of course my heart goes out to the family. But justice must be served." The male speaker said."Yes, Dennis. It sure must. I think it's quite sketchy that this brought up a whole other c