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woman she was and still is. They were ashen where the sunlight caught them, not ghostly like a pale zombie, but subdued a

te the sickness, she was playing with her pocket bible and still clinging so hard to faith. I loved her

apy had failed on mom; she had a sickness they couldn't cure and her liver was failing. Her body was slowly

errible and I hated this weak sight of her. I wanted to do something to help, anything to aid her because it sh

n diagnosed with it. It does not only drain the body and soul but also

life. We were influential people in the church yet averagely comfortable financially. When my father couldn't foot the crazy hospital bills, I stared at the mirror one day and tore my nun attire to shreds, giving room for my inner beast to take over with the solid aim of kicking poverty in the ass and finally gaining my dream life of luxury with the baby

adventurous. I used to cycle around the neighbourhood to steal mangoes from a strict old soldier who would throw stones after me and yell curse w

e hospital requested some payments before proper care could be administered to her. Bewildered, I didn't know what to do.

ny way he could. It made me feel indebted to him, especially when mom started getting better and dad was still nowhere to be found. I felt I was turning my back against the teachi

y here. She complained of a migraine and a nurse came in to inject her and within some minutes, she

nto a puddle of crying mess. It hurts that I couldn't salvage this situation; all those thoughts were running through my mind when the force of an object knocked me out of my balance and I slowly felt myself tumbling down. I braced

most gorgeous brown orbs piercing my soul. It turned out my superman who came to my rescue is a more realistic

s tall and lean with slightly chiselled muscles; probably a tower of 6ft5 with the body of a god. He looked like he was in his late twenties and judging by the fawning of the nurses and his nonchalance to their attention,

eared my throat to start again. "Um, thanks for saving me.

d his eyes were squinted. "Are you

didn't look like one. I could swear

uching to me, and actually meant it. Most guys just want to fuck me at first glance and I usually feel their eyes u

s," I added and swallowed when I felt a lum

uinely want to know how you feel." He finally removed his hands f

ine; my life is a freaking tornado at the m

o ask at the moment, but would you like to sit

omach grumbled ferociously and m

He linked his elbow with mine and

ever my style, but I let myself be swe