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"HEY, UM, ARE WE DONE YET?" Calligenia questioned the staff named Kenny who was standing near the exit of the Meet & Greet room politely.
Calligenia loved doing this, meeting all her fans, taking pictures and chatting with them. However, she had not been feeling well since she woke up this morning and her feelings were also still in disarray ever since haters still left hate comments in her Instagram. Sebastian had been trying to distract her from it all by taking her to buy as many Macaroons as she wanted, but unfortunately it didn't completely make her forget the pain that was breeding within her body. Headaches often visited her and leave a vestige of pain that made her head throb endlessly, not to mention her chest also felt absolutely stertorous.
Some of her fans even noticed that she was intensely pale, but with only a sweet fake smile Calligenia obviated everyone's allegation that she was currently sick. At first she had construed that it was just a casual fatigue, but after a few hours her chest became more and more painful and it honestly worried her because she had not experienced this kind of pain in a while.
"Yes, I think you're good to go." Kenny replied, handing back her stuff. "The others still have a few more fans to deal with. Do you want to wait for them here?"
Calligenia shook her head and smiled, beads of sweat glistening the surface of her skin. "No, no, no, I guess I'm gonna wait outside, it's too – um, I don't know, stuffy here? But thank you so much."
Kenny seemed hesitant when Calligenia said it because it was immensely clear that she was sick, but she looked desperate to leave, so he let her. Once he nodded his head off, Calligenia instantly dashed out of the room and in no time reached the exit of the building. Gasping for a huge amount of fresh air, Calligenia collapsed to a bench nearby as she took a sip of her bottle of water. Calligenia inhaled deeply to regulate the cadence of her breath and brought her hands to rub her face. It was the first time again she had encountered the same thing as five years ago, but it couldn't have happened because it had been so long ago.
Grabbing out her phone, Calligenia dialed the number of the person she trusted the most with her little secret. No one knew about what happened to her five years ago, the media have often tried to infer, but none of them found out the true story. It was something Calligenia wanted to forget since the incident almost got her face the quietus.
"Mitch." Calligenia breathed out almost immediately the moment she finally picked up the calls.
"Whoa, Al, are you okay? You sound like someone who just finished doing a marathon." Mitchie replied, the intention of yelling at the ginger because of the timezones dissolved somewhere. "What's wrong?"
"I think it happened again – the same as E-Mart five years ago, shit no, I mean a month before it."
"What–? That's impossible!" Mitchie said. "We've heard the doctor clearly that you'd be experiencing pain for only a few months, I still remember it vividly."
