"You haven't met her, have you? That is my wife, Sonya." My husband gestured a hand at me. "Sonya, this is my uncle, Karma."
𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚?
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After three years of marriage...
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TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic description of Gore, Violence
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When I saw the blood that dripped when the knife pierced his skin, my grip on the hilt loosened. My hands started to shake as panic set into my chest upon seeing the wound I inflicted on his beautiful tattooed skin.
My hands started shaking and I couldn't hold onto the knife anymore. It fell and slid down on the bed, staining the white sheet with red–Karma's blood.
"I-I'm sorry." My eyes frantically searched for something to cover his wound.
Agad akong bumaba sa kama para pumunta sana sa banyo at kuhanin ang first aid kit doon pero sumabit ang paa ko sa kumot kaya nalaglag ako sa sahig. I didn't feel any pain so I got up again. Before I could run to the bathroom, a set of arms hugged me, stopping me.
"Sonya," Karma's voice called. "It's okay."
I know it's not okay. Ramdam ko sa likod ko ang init niya kasama ng malagkit na dugong dumikit sa aking balat.
"No, Karma." Hinila ko ang kamay niya para makawala ako. "W-We have yo treat y-your wound."
I tried to free myself from his embrace but he just hugged me tighter. My breath became shaky and shallow. His arms encased me in a tight embrace, holding my whole being.
"K-Karma..." I tried to pull his arm but I couldn't put any strength onto my hands.
"Shh..." He buried his face on my hair. "It's fine. I'm fine."
"N-No– No you're not," I countered him, gasping for air. "Blood. You're— You're b-bleeding. I hurt you..."
Tuluyan nang bumuhos ang aking mga luha nang mapagtanto ang aking ginawa.
I hurt him. I tried to kill him. I tried to kill Karma.
"Sorry," I sobbed. "I'm sorry..."
Lumuwag ang kanyang mga braso sa pagkakayakap sa akin at napunta sa aking mga balikat ang mga kamay niya. He held me and pulled me to face him. When our faces met again, I saw no hint of pain in his eyes. They were looking at me gently just like how he would always look at me. His gaze was soft, and his lips–they was smiling.
