#unless i chose one for 4 and forgot immediately afterwards

[sick-ada]

tragedy: cannot remember which oc was taller

[navettephoenix]

river of blood

Chapter 1- Decision

summary: A strong human. Not a human, but an angel, and she's come to save us all.

wc: 649

A/N: ive written this for seven months, and i still hate the first chapter. it feels like its not interesting yet but this is really all i can market to you. now, with the new ideas that i have, i feel like this was made to test your morals and you really cant have a single opinion on anything. also, everything is basically backwards (youll see what i mean later)

"Are you positive about this?"

Ceitara was an angel spirit who was formed under the goddess Honerva. There were no actual motives behind creating someone new, just that she wanted someone strong to be in charge of the world.

It was 14 years for Ceitara,  watching from the sidelines as the world became more and more destructive. People died, leaving behind families who grieved and missed them. She couldn't do much, she was very young compared to her counterparts.

All she wanted was change, and peace between everyone, and not a single person could provide that other than her.

As an angel, her powers were unlimited, not that she had many uses for them. The only important ones were those that she chose: attack, healing, mind control, illusion, and protection. The sixth was among some that she couldn't activate, and frankly, she didn't know all that much on how to use it.

That went with protection, also. Among the angels, she was not known for looking out for herself, rather making sure that everyone else was okay while she risked the consequences. They loved her for that, but the goddess hated how she could be so compassionate.

It would cause a problem later on.

"Ceitara, if you do this, your powers will be compromised."

One in human form, she wasn't allowed to exit until her body died, essentially giving her a second chance. Her power usage would drain her human body, possibly to a point where she could die.

"You must follow every rule on the contract, or there will be punishments."

That could kill her also, but she was more worried about something they call the "weak state". She didn't know much about human bodies, but this entailed things that seemed dangerous.

"When a modified angel disregards a law, they will be warned with the 'weak state'. Formally known as 'the state of quick death'.

This entails: mood disorders, sensitive hearing, and bloody noses. This can be easily seen due to the darker color that the eye may have.

It can last from a couple of days to the rest of the human lifetime based on severity of the case."

Up to the rest of the human lifetime. Simply, she would become weaker and weaker until she died.

Due to the angel's private operation, the amount of rules were astounding, but only a couple made actual sense.

1) Cannot use power for herself (unless using protection).

2) Cannot reveal information about angels.

3) Cannot reveal information about herself.

4) Must always stay true to name and angel ideology.

"What is angel ideology?"

"Over the past years that you've been here, everything that you have learned, and everything that you go by."

Name was also a question too, but Honerva was referring to what they stand for. After all, she was the goddess of destruction.

---

844

Entering the material world wasn't difficult, but there were some things done behind Ceitara's vision.

She was there, in the middle of a grass field. Her skin was bronze, and corresponded to her dark, shoulder-length hair. What didn't correspond was the bright blue eyes she had. Modified angels had light colored eyes to notice the change when they're using their powers.

Her irises flashed red for a moment before letting her gain full control of the body. She was muscular, and not too short for her age. It was weird how it seemed like she'd spent her entire childhood trying to become stronger when she didn't even have one.

She looked around her noticing the tall walls that separated the large population of people from herself. She didn't exactly luck out with the location.

Paradis.

Afterwards, she immediately forgot those memories, her mind being cleared from any information that being an angel provided.

She instead focused on getting to the Survey Corps.

And though it'll take years, it would help her get closer to the goal of peace.

to be continued

if you enjoyed this, you can read the rest here or here, but i still am updating every other day. and if you get confused, ask me a question:) i tend to pile on information without meaning to, so it might get overwhelming at one point. also, if you have general questions (for the story) ill answer those too.

[needdl]

NejitenMonth Day 7: Amnesia

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It had been three weeks now since Tenten’s boyfriend had abruptly dumped her, and now he apparently had already forgotten their entire seven-month relationship.

Tenten watched him dully as he smiled down at the woman he’d been seeing a lot recently- Kumi, she’d heard. And she knew that it could have been her just being jealous, but she knew his stupid signs of romance and flirting, and he was definitely using them on Kumi.

And she’d been dumped before, so what hurt most was that their relationship had been so sweet and serious, and she never would have thought that Neji of all people would dump her so he could immediately initiate a relationship with someone else.

Neji reached out to hold Kumi’s hand, and Tenten hastily left the university cafe before she started crying.

The wind bit at her the second she opened the door, and she ducked her chin into her coat, biting back a shiver. She was only wearing a t-shirt under her coat, which was proving to be a mistake, but the only clean sweatshirt she had right now was- was one Neji had lent to her.

Maybe the wind wasn’t so bad. It meant she could pretend her eyes were watering.

-----

Tenten exited lab with weariness set into her bones. She really hadn’t wanted to have any classes so late, but the only time she could fit everything in her schedule was to have her chem lab from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM.

It didn’t help that her lab partners were really terrible at chemistry, although they were trying very hard. But it always wound up taking them an extra half an hour or so than most other people, and Tenten was lucky to get out by 9:00 most of the time.

And tonight she still had an hour’s worth of homework for a few other classes, so it was promising to be a late night.

She was rounding the corner with a huge yawn, contemplating stopping by Ino and Sakura’s room for a conversational pick-me-up, and then saw Neji exiting one of his professor’s offices. 

(Well, no, not just “one of his professors”, because Tenten knew for a fact that it was one of his advisors because of course she knew about Neji’s studies, the same way he knew about hers.)

They both froze and stared at each other for several long moments. Tenten felt like she’d been stripped down to her darkest vulnerabilities under his gaze.

Neji finally shifted on his feet, looking uncomfortable, and spoke. “Tenten… I’d forgotten you had lab here.”

Forgotten? He had forgotten, when he used to text her encouragement during lab, when he soothed her complaints about it with head massages, god, when he used to come by every week to walk her back to her apartment, no matter how late it’d been?

Had she meant so little to him?

Tenten couldn’t breathe past the lump in her throat. She ducked her chin and hurried away without speaking to him.

-----

Frustratingly, life continued on.

Tenten continued through her classes and her waitressing job, doing her best to smile at her regulars and her classmates. It was hard. She still felt like there was a big cavern in her chest, and every time she saw Neji- no matter how fleetingly- it was like he was carelessly breaking up with her all over again.

He’d apparently stopped with whatever the Kumi thing had been, but that didn’t mean that Tenten wasn’t furious and upset and devastated and- and-

It was just- Neji had worked his way into her life so quickly and quietly that Tenten didn’t realize how close they were, and how much she depended on him, until he didn’t want her anymore.

Tenten’s manager sent her home early after she screwed up her fourth order of the day, with quiet instructions to get some rest and not come in tomorrow unless she was feeling better, okay? Tenten just nodded blankly as she put her apron away and headed out to the bus stop.

A few days that week had been warmer, but it was cold that night as she waited for the bus. (She used to have a boyfriend that would pick her up after her shift, but he- it- that wouldn’t happen anymore.)

She settled into a bus seat and looked out the window, watching the light of the street lamps flicker past. After a few minutes, she noticed the man across from her staring steadily, and her skin prickled uncomfortably.

He didn’t say anything, just blatantly stared at her for the entire bus ride- she chose to get off early, at the university rather than her apartment block, because he was so creepy.

She felt his eyes track her off the bus and tried not to shiver. It wasn’t the first time some creep had singled her out, and probably wouldn’t be the last, but she hated it.

She’d have to wait for the next bus to stop before she made it to her apartment, which would be about half an hour, so she went to the library and tucked herself into a quiet corner to work through her homework while she waited.

Her phone buzzed ten minutes later- Hinata was texting her, in response to Tenten’s earlier complaint about creeps on buses. 

Hinata Hyuga

Are you okay to call right now?

Tenten didn’t respond, just dialed her.

She picked up right away. “T-Tenten, are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I just got off the bus early so I’m waiting for the next one.”

“Was he… was he that creepy?”

“I- well, yeah. I left my pepper spray in my other bag, and he was being so blatant about staring that I just decided to get off at the university and wait. It’s fine, I’m just in the library.”

“Oh.” The relief in Hinata’s voice was palpable. “I’m- I’m glad.”

“It’s not too bad, actually. Getting in some homework.”

“Will you… b-be okay for th-the next- next bus?”

“Yeah. This one was just rough because there was only one other person in the compartment so I wasn’t sure if- I just didn’t want to risk anything.” She heard the slight tremor in her own voice and hated it. 

“Okay, w-well- call me if… if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course. Thanks, Hina.” They disconnected, and Tenten heaved a sigh and checked her watch. Seventeen minutes till the next bus.

Twelve minutes later, she got up and started packing away her things, then departed from her little nook. Her step faltered slightly as the person at the closest table looked up as she was leaving- it was Neji, of course it was Neji, and they made eye contact for half a second before Tenten jerked her gaze away and kept walking like she hadn’t seen him.

He did like the quietness of the library at night, she remembered with a pang, and hurried on.

The next bus was half-full with other passengers, and the ride passed without incident. 

-----

Her grandmother passed away the next month.

It had been a long time coming, really, but it hurt a lot. The old woman had been sharp-tongued and judgmental, but she loved hard and had taught Tenten everything she knew about cooking.

She missed a few days of classes to fly to China for the funeral, and returned feeling numb and blank-faced. Her distant relatives had given her a very lukewarm welcome, and she had been uncomfortable staying any longer- but she wasn’t ready to get back to her life just yet.

She spent the weekend just curled up in her bed, staring blankly at the walls, the ceilings, the curtains. She ate rarely, and when she did, it was too much. Her showers were just as few and far between.

The low point was when she dug Neji’s sweatshirt out from the back of her closet, pulled it on, and cried the rest of the night with her face buried in it.

The morning after, she woke up with tears streaking down her face and a giant knot in her hair, plus the realization that her room was starting to smell. She ate breakfast and spent an hour untangling her hair before her shower, then somehow managed to keep her momentum going by running a few miles around the park.

It was mid-afternoon by the time Tenten was done. She got back home and pulled out her backpack to do her homework, feeling much better- and immediately hit a mental wall, where even the possibility of studying made her anxious.

She cleaned her room instead. Washing sheets, wiping down walls, dusting, vacuuming- the whole thing. She ate a late lunch afterwards and even managed to send a few emails.

But then she was dawdling again, feeling the weight of her missed classes pressing down on her but physically unable to do them. After half an hour of restless worrying, she texted Ino and Sakura.

Tenten

Need a study buddy, what are you up to?

Ino Yamanaka

BORING stuff that i will gladly skip 4 u my love, where you wanna meet?

Sakura Haruno

I can be there in about 45 mins, just let me know!!

Tenten

Uni cafe?

Ino Yamanka

Yeaaaaaa see you there!

Tenten had a ghost of a smile on her face as she closed her phone and began gathering the contents of her backpack. Ino’s vivaciousness was always catching.

Tenten took ten minutes to change into her favorite burgundy sweater and jeans, then did up her hair into the new twin buns-braid combo she’d been meaning to try. She surprised herself with a broad smile in the mirror- she looked nice, and her pleasure with it shone through into her expression.

Ino was already at the cafe when Tenten got there, looking sleekly professional in her pantsuit. Tenten plopped down in the spot across from her and said, “God, Ino, aren’t you cold in that?”

Ino jerked her head up from where she’d been engrossed in her laptop, looking a little startled at Tenten’s sudden presence, but said without missing a beat, “Can’t be cold in a body this hot!”

Tenten laughed, but tried to stifle it when heads swivelled their way. “Shut up, you idiot.” She pulled out her own laptop and notebook, and asked, “I’m gonna go grab something to drink, you want anything?”

“Oooh, yeah, here-” Ino tossed a handful of bills at Tenten and rattled off her order, which Tenten instantly forgot and had to have her write down.

She came back five minutes later balancing both their cups in her hands, and placed Ino’s neatly beside her. She grinned dazzlingly up at her. “Thanks, Ten, you’re such a babe.”

“Aw, Ino.” Tenten fluttered her eyelashes beguilingly as she took her seat. “Thanks for meeting me, by the way. I was feeling very not-motivated and I need someone to bully me.”

“Well, you sure as hell have come to the right place,” Ino winked. “I’m really digging the hair- is that the style you were talking a while ago?”

“Yeah, I finally tried it out.” Tenten reached up to fiddle with her bangs, then said contemplatively, “I’m thinking about getting my bangs cut, too, so they go across the forehead.”

“Oh, you mean like real bangs, and not your parted floaty nonsense?” Ino grinned savagely. She’d always insisted that Tenten didn’t have bangs, just weird short hair on her forehead.

Tenten pointed her pencil menacingly at Ino. “Hey, don’t mock the bangs, Yamanaka. Sasuke imitated these bad boys for years.”

Ino sighed dramatically. “Ah, Sasuke. So hot, but such an asshole.”

Tenten grinned as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. “But like- really hot.”

“God, so hot,” Ino agreed. They both devolved into giggles.

They completely and cheerfully failed in their efforts to study for the next hour as they idly chatted and worked their way through their drinks. It wasn’t until Sakura arrived in a hurried breeze through the door that they even remembered the whole “study buddy” thing.

Sakura dropped her books down on the table with a bang. Ino and Tenten both smiled up at her as they started chattering at her about measuring spoons- who knew how’d they’d gotten there- but she gave them both a frown and said, “No. Nuh-uh, we came here for some studying and that is what we are doing, nerds! Discipline and self-regulation!” She raised a fist in the air.

“Nooo, Sakura,” Tenten said, wide-eyed. “Spoooooooooooons.”

“Fine,” Sakura said, and plunked down into the seat.

They’d been talking for another half an hour when Ino finally asked the tentative question, her eyes flickering behind Tenten, “So, how are you feeling, Tenten, after- well, your grandma’s funeral?”

Her bluntness on the subject was something of a relief, because it meant that it was easier for Tenten to be honest. “I mean, it sucked.”

They both made noises of sympathy, and Sakura reached out to grasp her hand. Tenten continued, “Her funeral was awful, because I didn’t really know anyone there and they were- polite, but a little exclusive, and when I got home it was like I hadn’t actually been able to reach any catharsis, and I- it was a really bad weekend.”

She took a sip of coffee, somewhat frantically, and added, “But I’m feeling better now. I cried all night, worked out all the emotions-” They were both staring behind her now, apprehensive looks on their faces.

“Guys, what’re you…?” She turned and looked straight into Neji’s eyes.

He was sitting at the table behind them, his own study materials placed neatly around him but going ignored as he stared at her, looking like his legs had been swept out from under him.

Tenten met his gaze for a moment, then said flatly, “Oh.” She turned back to her friends with an eye roll, and asked Ino, “So, then, how’s the psychology- business double major treating you, Ino?”

Sensing Tenten’s desire to push on, Ino was all too happy to launch into a convoluted albeit hilarious story about how both her majors sucked very much but she loved them anyway. Tenten slowly relaxed as the three of them settled back into their conversation- and eventually even got to the studying part.

Tenten wrapped up a few hours later with most of her homework finished, waving goodbye to Ino and Sakura (and ignoring Neji, still sitting behind her) as she started the walk back to her apartment. It was colder out now that the sun had gone down, so she tugged her sweater over her sleeves to prevent her fingers from getting too cold.

Her to-go cup of hot chocolate had cooled by the time she got home. She pouted.

-----

One week later, she knocked on the door of a high-end apartment, nervously shifting the box in her arms as she waited for someone to answer. She didn't want to be here, but this needed to be done sooner or later. 

Light footsteps came from behind the doorway and it swung open.

Neji stopped short at the sight of her, clearly not expecting to see her there. She gave him a twisted smile. “Uh, hi. So, I was cleaning my apartment the other day and found all this, so...“ She reached out and offered the box to him, containing, among other things, some of his books, a pair of headphones, and that stupid sweatshirt.

(She’d washed the sweatshirt, but later had put on perfume while standing near it so it might smell like her, a little. If it did, she hoped it hurt.)

Neji didn’t say anything, just stared at her. He made no move to take the box, so she just awkwardly shoved it into his chest until his arms reached up to take it. 

“Right, so, um, bye.” She turned away and started walking back down the hall, but Neji suddenly spoke behind her.

“No- Tenten, wait.” He grabbed her arm and she stiffened.

He released her immediately, flexing his fingers as his mouth opened and closed. Tenten gave him as neutral a face as she could, brows raised to prompt him on.

Finally, he blurted, “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

What? She stared at him, uncomprehending. He pressed on, “I realize that’s hard to believe-”

She almost snapped at him.

“-but it’s true.” He looked at her like he expected her to ask him more, to go inside and talk things out with him.

Disgust and anger welled in her, and she snarled, “Well, you did it anyway, Neji! You broke up with me.”

He said nothing, just watched her with a hollow look in his eye. 

Satisfaction filled her at the sight. “So it doesn’t fucking matter what your intentions were, what you wanted or didn't want, because you still decided that something else was more important than our relationship.”

She paused to catch her breath, then concluded, “You don’t get to just walk that back.” 

With one last glare- she was so angry- she marched away.

Neji stared after her, clutching the box to his chest, his heart aching.

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Mini-Series of Short Stories

St. Valentines Day [EN]: Chapter 4

Two months has passed as they continued to work together until they finish the movie and gained so much awards and credit.

"Woohoo!!! Guys! Let's party! We all deserve it for all the hard work!" Director said.

"I think you guys need to talk about something. I don't know but while working with the both of you, we all feel sexual tension in the air." The celebrity Catherine said to Gisela when she noticed that Dorian is eyeing her from afar.

"H-he thinks he's so hot that he can get everyone. Though he told me he had indecent proposals in the past, 3 SMS, 4 Calls, 6 DMs, and 2 missed calls... He's not that hot." Gisela told the actress.

"Woah, so updated, are we?" Catherine gave Gisela a knowing look and a knowing smile.

"Can we talk?" After the Dorian's invitation, he and Gisela went to the nearest park.

"Whenever, I see that sand box, I remember Plage Solitaire. The most peaceful beach on the planet." Gisela just nodded to what Dorian said.

"I-im sorry." They both said in unison.

Then, they laughed a bit with embarrassment.

"L-listen-..." They said again in chorus.

"You go first." Dorian said.

"No. You should go first." Gisela said.

"Uhm, here you go... C-can we be together?" Dorian asked Gisela who shed tears immediately with the question.

"You don't understand. You don't wanna be with someone so-called 'Damaged Good'. I don't want you to regret it. You don't wanna be with me. You don't need to due to pity. You don't-..." Gisela's anxiety is overwhelmingly obvious.

"We do not know those things yet. Those are 'What ifs', you're far from a 'Damaged Good'. For me, you're a beautiful 'Work-in-progress' and hell, despite the controversies I had, I'm still in good condition, whatever you're going through, I will go through it with you. Whatever you're thinking, I'll help you overcome it. If there's someone who can try and understand you, that's me. For me, this isn't the time to waste time and fool around, this is not like the roles I play, this is real. You are real. I don't care how hard it is but no matter what, I wanna be a part of something so beautiful... A part of your plans in the future. Please. For old times' sake, let me be with you all the way." Gisela, lost for words nodded crying as Dorian also shed tears.

"Gisela, thank you. I love you..." Dorian whispered to Gisela as he caress the woman's hair, embracing her long and tight enough to make her feel safe.

"Let me drive you home." Dorian told Gisela.

They both started living under one roof at Dorian's condominium unit.

One morning, as they're lying on the bed, Dorian hesitantly asked about Gisela's list...

"Dear Piggy... A-are you still gonna continue with that list?" She showed him the list seeing number '6' crossed out.

"Back in the beach, I haven't really finished the list yet. Now, it's done. I actually skipped on number '6' and went straight to number 7, 8, 9 and 10. 'Cause you're not just any random guy... Technically you're my little Dino, but... You're the one." Dorian checked the list out due to his curiosity.

1. Earn a lot for the future. ✓

2. Quit the medical industry. ✓

3. Spend more time with the only family - Merian. ✓

4. Finish writing my novels and posting it to my writing/social platforms. ✓

5. Buy a house in Plage Solitaire at a chosen paradise to 'live and die' for. ✓

6. Have virginity taken by a random guy and leave him clueless afterwards. *Skip this part.* ✗✗

7. Get a writing job. ✔

8. Take care and fully pay insurance. ✅

9. Have the one closest to my heart, help me choose a casket and designs for the tomb.

Plus, choose a church for the blessing and perfect spot in the graveyard/cemetery.

10. Chose a great necrological service speaker. I want a great Eulogy.

Dorian just looked carefully at Gisela's face and embraced her tightly.

Then, she spoke...

"I know. I'm a weirdo." Gisela told Dorian.

"Piggy... You're kinda like scaring me with these things but if this is the way I can be with you, I'll understand, process and digest every single bit of it. I'm not even gonna ask you why you made this list in the first place but if you're ready to not give up on life, I'm gonna go with you if you decided to get yourself checked." Dorian said.

"I'll tell you when the time comes..." Gisela said.

The couple decided to go shopping.

No ordinary shopping but he's only doing it for Gisela even if he doesn't wanna consider the thought.

"You know what? I think this one will be okay. Ah! I know! Maybe I can also have a reservation my own. Same color as I've chosen for you. So when the time comes... We're still gonna go as a couple. Even if it's the after-life." Dorian joked a bit.

"Don't. Even though, couple shirts, couple rings and other couple stuff might be cute, I don't want you to think about a couple casket. You're a born villain. And villains don't die unless it's passed hundreds of years already. Plus, they don't even age. Time flies for them gracefully like a bloodline of a vampire." Gisela joked him back.

The next stop is to the cemetery.

They're choosing tomb designs.

"This is perfect, 'In loving memories of...-" Gisela was cut of.

"We can choose the designs Piggy but it's good to personalize those messages." Dorian said as he wrote things down on a paper.

You have lived a life full of love.

Soon, we'll meet and love again up above.

To the place where there is never-ending peace.

Love,

Your Dorian

Gisela smiled at Dorian and they went to the cemetery.

Gisela insisted to choose a spot.

"This spot is nice. The one near the tree." She said.

"I would already reserve those two spots next to each other. So that I can lie down with you forever when the time comes..." Dorian said Gisela shed tears and hugged Dorian.

"I don't wanna take you in this journey with me. You're not welcome this early to where I'm heading. Sorry for being so difficult but thank you for having number 9 checked off my list." Gisela said as she embraces her boyfriend.

A day after Dorian's shoot, he went home to Gisela and the house was empty.

Their things are scattered all over the floor.

The entire house was messy.

But...

There are no traces of Gisela everywhere.

She's missing.

"My dearest, why end up dodging the bullet once more? Running away and hiding again on me like that." Dorian whispered.

He searched everywhere for her and in a place he thought Gisela would go to.

"She's not here. She went through a deep trauma after she saw her parents died in the car accident. I know my cousin can be a handful, but please, don't give up on her." Merian said.

Dorian just nodded and headed off.

Dorian did not bring his car along to find Gisela in the hardest and most hidden places in the city.

As he was walking along the subway...

He found a cying woman.

With hands on her head and her hair covering her face.

Her hairs are tangled and all over the place.

Her skin's full of dirt.

When Dorian tried to look at the woman's face, he was shocked.

It was Gisela.

He brought the woman home and cleaned her up.

She fell asleep crying.

As soon as the woman woke up, she said she's gonna use the toilet.

"You sure you can stand?" Dorian asked. The woman just mindlessly nodded.

Dorian thought to check on Gisela when she's taking too long.

He did not lose hope until this sight.

He found Gisela lying unconsciously on the bathroom floor.

"Gisela!!!" He lifted the woman and brought her to the nearest hospital.

Dorian waited for hours for a doctor to come up to him and say that Gisela's okay.

"A-are you with her?" Dorian nodded as the doctor approached him.

"I'm doctor Ariel James Devant, Psychologist." The doctor introduced himself.

"We did not ask for a Psychologist, we need a Physician to have Gisela checked!!!" Dorian almost lost it.

"She's not physically sick. Not until now. We have pulled up a few counselling records of Gisela. In fact, I was her batchmate in Med-school, she quit and did not finish Med-school. So she just continued being a nurse. Because of her parent's car crash, her parents died in front of her in a car accident. She then became my first patient. I have checked on Gisela a few times and she never went back to the clinic afterwards. She's so indenial that something's physically wrong with her and insistent that she's nearing death, that she shuts down people who wanna have her checked by a professional or by any doctor. She has been diagnosed with constant fear of death that it lead to a severe case of anxiety." Doctor James said.

Dorian was not able to process what's happening and could not speak.

"People who has Thanatophobia, would not like to talk about death for it has caused them depression. On her case, it's different. For that's the only thing she wanna focus and talk about out of fear. Like her whole entire world revolves on the thought that she might, oh sorry, that she 'WILL' die. She already decided that for herself. Anxiety took a toll on her that her brain was mentally pausing because of too much stress, overwhelming worry, overthinking and unshown worry, sometimes this can cause nausea and problems with balancing." The same doctor continued talking.

"Maybe this is the reason why she 'slipped' in the bathroom. She lost consciouness in the bathroom because she might have hit her head on the floor. Now, there's internal bleeding, we need to have an operation ASAP to prevent brain mass. You have to prepare because the operation is risky, after that, she may go under a few days, weeks or even months in coma. Worst case is never to wake up." Another doctor spoke.

"My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is doctor Jessie Ulysis Voltaire. Neurologist and Physicist." He introduced.

After that, they all worked on Gisela's operation.

They spent hours to finish it and what they said was true...

Gisela fell into a coma for weeks now and counting.

Dorian held the woman's hand in his...

He got a Pig and a Dinosaur stuffed-toy that he put on the hospital bed beside her.

"Do you remember this Dear Piggy? You're Dinosaur's here to wake you up. You're my nurse. You shouldn't be lying there for a long time, at that bed. You're supposed to be the one who's taking care of me." Dorian said.

The woman was just unresponsive.

She was still deep asleep.

"You should have told me what you're going through. I should have understand. A-are you punishing me for loving you so much?" He said, sheding tears as he kissed the back of Gisela's hand.