There was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm. Getting ready for the storm which was a Category 5 storm tha...
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Nicole pov
I quietly ate my meal in the kitchen. Not too angry Terry anymore. The news anchor reported on the alarming news of a category five hurricane, the most powerful one since Hurricane Katrina.
Once I finished tidying up after my meal, I headed towards the hallway that led to the living room where Terry was seated, attentively watching the news.
Seating myself opposite Terry, who sat with his legs spread wide, completely absorbed in the television without acknowledging my presence. His face softened until his phone rang, drawing his attention away from the screen.
Picking up the phone eagerly, Terry spoke to the person on the other end, eventually addressing his mother. Locking eyes with me, his gaze felt penetrating, as if he could see right through me, discerning all my thoughts and vulnerabilities. It was unsettling, how easily he could detect weaknesses and exploit them.
"Yeah, she's over here," he said as he handed me the cell phone. "She wants to talk to you, Terry." Passing me the phone, he handed it over so I could speak to his mother.
Greeted Mama Mary with a gentle voice, a smile forming on my lips as her presence comforted me. "Hi, Mama Mary, how are you today?" I inquired, feeling a slight nervousness as I was cautious about revealing my secret plans.
Looking out the window, Terry stood with his back to me as the storm intensified even further.
Despite being in the comfort of his own home, he appeared tense as if he were still in a war zone. I chuckled upon hearing his mother recount how she had urged him to go back and retrieve me, as it seemed he had been prepared to abandon me where he first came across me.
Nodding along as if she could see through the cell phone, I chuckle further as she discusses giving him a beating if he dares to abandon me amid the storm.
"How are you managing with everything that's happening? Mama Mary asked, her concern evident in her voice. It seemed like everyone could see through my facade and knew that I wasn't okay."
Mama Mary's genuine worry was palpable in her tone as she gently inquired about how I was coping with everything. My feeble attempt to hide my struggles was futile, as it felt like my inner turmoil was plastered across my face.
Who was I fooling? The tears threatened to spill over, and I hastily brushed them away, locking eyes with Terry's unexpectedly compassionate gaze. It was a stark contrast to the usual anger that usually etched his features.
Losing my father has left me feeling empty like a vital piece of me has been ripped away. Memories of his warmth and wisdom flood my mind, intensifying his absence. Navigating life without him feels unfamiliar and unwelcoming, and everyday moments are tinged with sorrow.
