I was alone thinking I was just fine
I wasn't looking for anyone to be mine
I thought love was just a fabrication
A train that wouldn't stop at my station
Home, alone, that was my consignment
Solitary confinement
So when we met I was skirting around...
She quickened her pace to the sink upon getting through her house.
There she barfs all out nearly teemed her guts. Almost a month, if she's not mistaken, that she feels sick once in a while, but she disregards it. In spite of a hint grows in her, she goes on her diurnal routine though it encompasses worry in her heart. Her life is a mess. Having young life in her belly would yield a storm rather than a ray of shine in her life. She is a fiasco rebuilding her nth time ruined life. But she can't as well be tuned out from the possibility. She passed over it in purpose not until tonight. It boils her down to a decision - confirm it. With trembles and worries, she yanked at the drawer to withdraw a tool. It holds the upshot of her weakness and life mishaps.
She lets out a waft of fright and solicitude as she flips over the result.
Her heart skips a beat and words got lost along the way. She pinned herself against the wall for assistance, crying her heart out. In just a snap, her world hinders from revolving. She didn't see it coming. Not now. Tears roll down her face restlessly as emotions brimming from her like a river with no end.
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She feebly slumped onto the floor as she lets it all out. It's breaking her apart. She f-cked up. She can't be a mother to this child while her life is in misery. A mother should furnish her child with love - something she doesn't have. An affection that she's deprived of. When her mom died, she passed over the feeling of a mother's tender touch. A loving presence of a woman who nurtured her, showed her the world, was all but gone. Her memory of them is akin to an old photograph - faded and crippled.
"Ang tanga mo, Lea. Ang tanga tanga mo! Nagpabuntis ka pa talaga!", she rebuked herself. Motherhood was once her dream. Top of her list. If only fate wasn't cruel, she could've been brimming with joy. The past would perpetually linger to her. It plays a huge role wherever life brings her to and so pusillanimity springs up.
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He woke up next to a deserted side.
Tears and begs of a woman he loves recur. That was a d-ck move. He lets out a deep sigh as his forceful infliction towards her plays in a montage through mind. A flurry of jealousy and anger overruled him, and conscience is gnawing him now. He should've drummed up ways to win her back rather than being such an asshole, but his suspicion of her flourished. She is a vamp like what his friends blurted out. At first, he was a hesitant towards it. Lea is the woman who caught his eyes and fluttered his heart. Someone who took his breath away just when he thought Luisa was irreplaceable. But seeing Gary kissing her swiped away his hesitation. It validates his doubts.
He got up to check on his phone that keeps on incessant ringing. "Ma?"
"Where are you?! Are you with that woman again?! Luisa needs you, Aga! We rushed her to the hospital. Kanina ka pa namin tinatawagan but you're not picking up your damn phone!"
