Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
Cause you're the reason I believe in fate, you're my paradise..
..and I'll do anything to be your love or be your sacrifice.
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"Mom..." I took in a deep breath, exhaling with a raised courageous chin. "I want you and dad to meet my new boyfriend."
Mom choked on her popcorn. "A new what?!!"
I quickly rushed to sit on the couch next to her, "Trust me! He's a really good guy." I grinned, playing with my fingers.
"No, no, Evelyn!" Mom placed the bowl of popcorn on the table, her frown was not pleasing. "You just got out of a harsh break up. You can't be serious!"
Since the day I came back home, my mother had been treating me so differently. She's been more patient, more listenable, more affectionate.
As much as it was an unusual strange feeling, as much as I loved the way I was treated by her.
I assumed she regretted how terribly I had been treated by her because of Liam and how eagerly she wanted me to stay in a relationship with him.
And when she knew he was abusive and a drug addict, she decided to fix things out, unlike my father who awfully scolded me for running away that I ended up crying my eyes out the whole night.
So I thought there might be a chance for her to get to know Mikhail without being all strict about it.
"Me and Liam broke up a long time ago!" I nervously looked down at my fingers. "I already got over it."
"No, Evelyn. Absolutely not." she argued, shaking her head. "You're not going to have any other relationship with anyone. I never supported the idea of dating at a young age in the first place!"
I knew she only meant that because she was worried that I could relive my past relationship all over again.
"At least give him a chance!" I insisted, pouting with frustration. "Once you get to really know him, you decide whether I should date him or not."
She shook her head, not giving me a straight answer.
I squealed again after a long moment, "Please, mom!"
Mom sighed in an aggressive manner, clenching her jaw. "What's his name?!"
I smiled, excitedly. "I've been with Mikhail for two weeks now."
"Two weeks!!" her eyes widened, "When and where did you meet that guy?!"
"Doesn't matter." I shrugged, twitching my mouth. "What matters is that...he's the right one for me."
"How do you know that?!" she folded her arms, raising an eyebrow.
A soft smile was slowly shown on my lips. "I just know it."
