Dark Princess

No Stop

Everything gets better. During the weekend, the atmosphere in the house was different and more lively. The three meals a day went well. We ate at the dinner table because I was there. Usually, all Jade eating activities are done in the room. Even though he was still silent, my heart was happy not to play. As I read the book, Jade woke up, sat on the couch in her room hugging the teddy bear and throwing her eyes the other way. But it is still much better than reading a book to someone who is sleeping. Some expressions finally emerged from his face and body language. Denise and her husband came to take over the scheduled visit on Sunday, but they turned right and left after seeing the situation in the house, they did not want to spoil the atmosphere that was being well awakened.

And when I was leaving on Sunday night, she did not let go of her embrace and her crying did not stop, for a long time. This makes me very happy too. That crying expression was much better than looking at someone who was silent without expression. I took the time to calm her down until late at night, her sleeping hours changed just in case I didn't leave.

“Honey, I'll be back again Friday night okay?” I tried to persuade her, but she hasn't let me go. Until finally Jade fell asleep in my arms that did not stop gently rubbing her back. Late at midnight, I was finally able to let her out of my arms. I put his head on the pillow and tidied up the blanket covering his body.

I spent time observing her condition, while unceasingly feeling happy. His condition is much better. His skin looks healthier. His face was still the same, very calm and peaceful. I kissed her on the forehead and went after time. I'm determined to get my business done as soon as possible and come back Friday night. It won't be too late again.

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Jade Viewing Angle

They don't understand, this isn't what I wanted when they found me in the basement. They should have just let it go. I want to go forever. Not to be awakened to live again.

And he's pretending to be nice now. Calling herself mama? Mama what? Isn't the mama that is always portrayed by others very beautiful? They love every creature that is born from their womb. Did I really come from her womb? How dare she call herself a mother. And why now? Shouldn't he have done that years ago? When I need a mom the most? He abandoned me and was confused for a lifetime. He talks about forgiveness every day. It was as if his apologies could turn the clock around and we could go back to fixing everything. He said that the things that happened were not my fault. He said he loved me. Absolutely hypocritical! After all these years, she dared to tell me love? I hate him. A hatred I cannot express. I wanted to shout angry words, but my tongue was muddled. I hope he can see it from the look in my eyes.

And Earnest. I can't count how many hundred days have passed. For me, the days are the same. Unless it's time for him to come. The thump in my heart is still beating and it makes Friday different.

He's still the Earnest that he was, hasn't changed. Do the same thing every time you come. I wonder when he will endure such behavior. Is he tired and giving up? So that I also have no trouble trying because of him. A man like me should know enough to not want an extraordinary human like him. I forgot to count how many books he had read to me. I even forgot which book told which story. He placed the books on a bookshelf in the corner of the room. It was almost full of space that filled every room. And I don't know how many bookshelves it changed. Starting from a small shelf to large. Perhaps they could not guess until when they would read the books. It seemed that, in a moment, they would buy one larger shelf. Earnest always comes with a book.The woman also often carries a book.

They don't stop. The anger and rage in my crystallized heart slowly melted away. I forgot the feeling I used to hold. I swore I would let them be tormented by my circumstances. I started waiting for him to come. Every Friday afternoon finished eating and cleaning up, I stood at the window staring out. As soon as I saw the nose of the car coming in, I slept. Just so long as he comes, I'm comfortable. Sometimes I just pretend to be asleep. I enjoyed his voice when I read all the books. I heard all the curses, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, as if I responded well. I like it when he touches my head and kisses my crown or my forehead, sometimes on my lips.

Then fear slowly approached. What if they stop acting this well? What if they finally decided to leave me after they thought I was good enough to be left alone? I was scared and decided to be in that state forever. If my circumstances could make them surround me forever and pay attention, I would. As long as I can have all the attention and affection that is abundant from them, I can be in that condition forever.

And that guy. I don't know him. I've only seen him on TV or the internet because he's famous, he's Gaia's dad. Every time he came alone with the woman, I saw a beautiful scene of two people loving each other. They both look happy. Sometimes, he came alone to read books alternating with the woman. Honestly I like. His fatherly voice sounded like music to my ears. Sometimes, he read nothing. He just talked alone to tell her everything he wanted to tell her about the woman. At least I finally know how the struggle of the woman lived the first year when she arrived in this country. His condition was very bad, he looked like a madman and had to visit a mental hospital regularly. Due to the circumstances I experienced. So anyway. Apparently, it wasn't just me who was suffering at the time. But why continue? The fact that he left me alone still cannot be accepted. Then I suspected, lest the woman ask him to tell me all that so I could forgive her.