This is not a love story.
It's about a girl, who no longer wants to shine in the spotlight.
A girl who no longer wants to be the villain.
A girl who no longer wants her husband.
A girl who finally took off her blindfold, and embrace her second chan...
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I made my way back home, much less irritated than I thought. Perhaps, yelling at Landon dramatically decreased the stress bowl in my life.
Or worse, it's because I still don't care about the relationship between Landon and Winnie.
Placing my keys in the bowl, I exhale, "Mom!" I screamed, ready to make some warm hot chocolate with her. It may still be warm outside, but I can taste autumn arrival with the changing leaves color. "Mom!" I shouted once more, opening the door into the living room. I place my purse on the couch. "Mom?" I searched the kitchen.
Scratching my head, I wander upstairs, "Mom?" I head down the hallway. By now, mom should be home from her volunteer job at the orphanage. Yes, that's my mom; unlike her self-centered daughter, she likes to spend her day off work with underprivileged children.
Stepping into my parents' bedroom, my breathing rapid and shallow. I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples as my eyes search for a certain presence. I walk towards the master bathroom, "Mo-" my eyes widen, seeing her lying on the floor.
I rush towards her, sliding my knees against the tiles, unable to fully acknowledge my legs' pain. I held her closely, "Mom! Mom!" I cried, attempting to wake her up.
Quickly, I grasp my phone, unable to press the screen steadily. The phone drops, and I grab it with my sweaty palms. I dial 911, and they immediately inform me what to do next.
After the call of an ambulance, I could only wait. I clenched my hands firmly and continued crying, holding mom close to my chest. "Please be okay. Please, oh God, let her be okay," I repeated over and over, as my froggy eyes grasped the ceiling. "I beg you. Please don't take her away from me."
Right then, the only thing I am aware of is the sound of my heart throbbing against the cage of my chest. I grab the phone once more, calling dad and Trevon; both of them didn't pick up.
I cried, "Pick up. Pick up." I inhale a deep breath through my clogged nostrils; I called the only other person on my mind.
Immediately, the phone click, "Hey there pre-"
"Eli. Eli," I cried, pressing mom head tighter on my chest.
"Ava, what happened?" His tone was no longer joyous.
"My mom. I found her on the floor a-and dad a-and Trevon won't pick up. I-I called the ambulance, but they aren't here yet. What do I do, Eli? What if they don't come? What if some-"
"Ava, breathe."
"B-But...I-I-"
"Ava, listen to me. I need you to breathe."
Quickly, I inhaled a deep breath, attempting to calm myself. However, I failed, and the breaths only came out short and rapid, "I-I ca-can't, Eli. It-It's too h-hard."
