me that it was my c

e writhing pain al

regardless of how weakened I was after the miscarriage. It

n I should go in, so I chose to aimlessly run

d to be as far away from

Shane would chase after me if he we

ure who to call at this hour. My phone was almost out of power, so

end of the line, I could hear my good friend Louise's sli

ve

, I..

ow, so I accidentally slipped onto a

d been powered off. Barefoot, I continued running as fast as my legs could carry me. I c

When I passed by the restaurant we had lunch at during the d

I found myself walking along the mountain road. I didn't dare to

with my footprints, silently narrati

lt warm, but I felt

ain. With a heavy heart, I stared at the endless darkness a

rs, but never did I see through him truly. H

I didn't know any better, I would've jumped down the moun

comatose. For many painful years, all she had was me. If

ancially, and always talked to me on WhatsApp. Oftentimes, he would encourage me to go on, and enlighten me thr

he years in vain. I hadn't even had the chance to meet him and tha

end. Not only did I have a debt of gratitude to pay, I

humane? I needed to settle the scor

be grateful for choosing to be b

in for all eternity and live like a vengeful ghost. I must find a way to go back to

halfway down the mountain i

spot at midnight. Under the headlights of

of the passing drivers glanced at me with either shock or mockery. Then, they drove a

eggar; a refugee. Or maybe even

self over and over, I

the perfect chance. The second I saw a ray of light again,