LAST SHIFT

It's been three months since I begged my children to let me see them, and they turned me down.

I haven't heard anything new concerning Remon or my children. It appears that my actions have no ramifications. My day consists of of purchasing alcoholic beverages from a convenience shop and napping in the motel where I am staying.

I'm running out of money that I had set up for an emergency reserve.

I don't want to go back to the lagoon since I don't have anything to give to Mama this time. I have the impression that he will simply reprimand me and preach to me.

What is it about me that makes me so fast to learn and believe? So it's possible that my speed is erroneous. I'm far too thirsty to be loved at this point. I'm not sure what the ramifications of what I forced will be.

Not all sacrifices result in a satisfying outcome, and this is true no matter how much you suffer and believe. You will be forced to be destroyed and knocked to the ground even more than before.

"Annoying!" I groaned and tossed the bottle of wine to the floor. I'm just going to be here for a week.

Then there's nowhere else for me to go. I have no intention of returning to anything or anybody that has caused me pain.

I reopened the final bottle of tequila and drank it down like water like it was nothing.

I'd sooner die than live. I'm at a loss on what to do with all of the guilt I'm feeling. I did it only out of sympathy for the unfortunate.

He is quite condescending. He has no regard for human life. We didn't seem to get along and he didn't seem to care about me.

Was he truly in love with me?

It's impossible for him to say and do all of those things, even if he truly cared about me.

The gentlemen are amusing. Is there anyone else who is truly to blame? They are still the ones who are fearless. Even if you are prepared to go to any length for them in order to save the love that you believe in, they still want to alter your personality.

He made the decision to trust what he saw. Not because he was confident in his ability to never be deceived.

I had such faith in all of his promises that no matter how naive I was, I had to cling on to whatever he said no matter how ridiculous it seemed.

That's exactly what he didn't do there; in fact, he did the inverse.

I didn't believe he would be able to damage me if he simply raised his hand and walked away from me like that.

As soon as they have achieved their objectives, they will abandon you and discard you as trash.

After all, I was scooped up by his garbage truck, so he just sent me back to my fine mill to grind grain.

"Cassianna, Lessianna," the narrator says. As I spoke their names, I burst into tears one after the other.

I have done absolutely nothing to defend my children. What type of mother do I consider myself to be?

Because I'm humiliated as a mother, I'm wondering if that's why Remon missed my children. They were a waste of time and simply a byproduct of their father's death, which occurred alongside mine.

If I wasn't able to become pregnant, would Remo speak and do all of things for me?

Most likely not, considering many of the ladies in his immediate vicinity are more attractive than I am.

It's not like I'm just passing the time because I'm well-educated and accomplished in life.

I don't want to do that. As soon as I answered the phone, I opened the line on the other end.

I'm not familiar with the caller. I'm unable to read since my eyes are fatigued and fatigued eyes.

"Yhra! So, what are you doing with your life, you little rascal? Make yourself comfortable here at home! " I tried to laugh, but my eyes were set against me. I burst into tears.

It was the third day that Mama phoned me, and I still had no idea what she was talking about.

"I really don't want to." "I won't go home until I see my children," says the father.

"Have pity on yourself, yhra, and accept my forgiveness." If they were in your circumstances, do you think you would recognize them? " It felt as though Mama had smacked me in the face, slapped me in the face by the reality.

sick to their stomachs

"Come in here and get yourself together."

The decision has been made: I will not return home. Please accept my apologies. I hung up the phone and gave my smartphone to the other person.

I stepped out onto the balcony of my bedroom and sat down on the floor.

Observing the rain and the background sounds outside

Everything that transpired in my life was so sour that I convinced myself that everything was OK. My life will be filled with happiness and calm.

That's only a taste; this is what I expect to happen to me: to be ruined and fed up with remonstrance.

I can't believe you were so naive as to believe you'd be adored! For a variety of reasons, including poverty, inability to be proud, and, perhaps most importantly, being illiterate, it is difficult to be loved. "Yhra!" exclaimed the author. I screamed, pulled off the ring that had been handed to me, and stoned myself.

The ring was thrown into the water by accident. I made a jerky turn and dashed down to the pool area as fast as possible.

I was almost asleep while jogging and had to get to the water to seek for the ring before it was too late.

"Can you tell me where you are?" I salined up and dove in.

I'm hunting around like a complete moron for the ring I threw away earlier.

The problem is that I can't stand the outcome of my decision. Whatever I tried to toss away, I found myself returning to it on my own.

"Shit!" I was on the verge of kicking the ring down the road. I even slid my hand off the edge of the pool because it was so sharp.

As the rain became more intense, I crept up to the side of the pool and curled up against the ring.

No matter how difficult the suffering is, it allows you to unleash the thing that makes you joyful and gives you hope that it will lead you to the life you have always desired.

As well, when I recall partying with joyful memories, and even painful recollections, I can't help but grin.

Even if you'll never forget the person who made you happy and made you feel as if you'd had the experience of love and being loved at least once in your life, you'll never forget the sorrow.

Regardless of how much bitterness and grief you have been dealt, you must maintain the belief that you will recover.

Even if everything I've changed turns out to be a complete failure, I should be OK.

Despite the fact that I was abused and manipulated, I persevered. I tried to be alright till I found something I enjoyed.

Though I didn't have you by my side when I was being taken advantage of, I found it difficult to cope with the situation.

I was accustomed to being coerced into combat.

I was driven and driven away with the hope that I would be loved.

I'm dumb in the sense that I assume the person who drives me will fall in love with me when this isn't the case.

The fact that I let the individuals who have walked through my life to stomp on me and turn my palm is proof that I am a fool.

I was naive enough to imagine that people would adore me more than they adored us.

I was naive, and I believed every one of my delusions.

"Miss, do you think you're okay?" My finger was bleeding, and I realized it when the staff inquired worriedly about me.

My response was, "I'm alright," to which he responded by assisting me in getting to my feet.

"Please allow me to accompany you to your room, ma'am." My agreement with you to transport you to my hotel room was met with a simple grin from the woman as she shared her life story with me.

"I continued to fight despite the fact that everyone around me was making fun of me." He spun around and put his hand over his lips.

Please accept my apologies for my language, ma'am. I just happened to bring them.

As he said, I fixed my gaze on him.

"I know you can accomplish it." I inquired, and we left the elevator together.

"I'm able to since you're still living. You're going to fight it. I put a grin on his face, and he escorted me back to my apartment.

"I'll come back, ma'am, and I'll bring lunch." I walked into the house with a nod.

I returned to the patio, downed the last of the wine, and collapsed on the floor in exhaustion.

The cold is difficult, but I am not bothered by it. I'm in a lot more discomfort right now.

I'm able to deal with the cold better now.

With a hoarse voice, "Aray!" I cried out, and the pain in my hips and abdomen increased.

After noticing the redness of the floor for a while, I realized that the whole terrace floor had become red.

"Shit," my eyesight became blurry, and I dropped to the ground on the floor.

I'm exhausted and need to relax...

I woke up unexpectedly, and the first thing I noticed was that I had pain in my hand.

I'm back in the hospital, this time with a white slid.

Tangina, do you think I'm still awake?

I had a small amount of dextrose in my hand. A nurse came in and took my temperature and glucose levels.

"Ma'am, your relative will be coming later," the narrator says. I smiled and leaned in closer to the table.

Here's the remote control for the television. The cabinet has all of your basics. "Your meal will be delivered later." Before leaving, I nodded and placed some medication and drink in the car.

I couldn't stand the stillness any longer. The news was already broadcasting when I turned on the television.

I had no idea how I ended up at the hospital. Is this what the woman was attempting to convey to me?

You will fight as long as you have breath in you.

Why should I fight when I don't even want to anymore? I'm still putting up a fight. My own desire is to stop, but I refuse to make the decision for myself.

"Annoying," I said as my eyes were drawn to the news on television.

In the meantime, Dr. Remon Doctolorez and one of the heiresses of DLG companies are tying the knot!" My ears were ringing, and I turned to watch the news.

According to the bride and groom, "the intimate wedding will be place at the house."

"It's clear that you don't have a heart!" My chest heaved as I let out a scream.

I was completely unaware that my tears were flowing at breakneck speed as the anguish in my chest grew increasingly intense.

It makes me feel like an idiot for believing it. What makes you think she's ready to be married now?

There was a new one a few months ago, and I was able to be married immediately away.

Tangina, what is it about you that I'm experiencing so much? Is it because of the amount of difficulty that I can get myself into? I'm not sure I'll be able to accomplish it yet!

When I drew out my dextrose needle and changed my clothing, I was in a lot of discomfort.

I had my wallet in my possession. Given that no one was present at the nurse station, I was able to make my way down to the ground level with little trouble.

When I went for a walk outside, it was really hot.

I'm quite thirsty right now. My emotions are jumbled, and it's tough for me to comprehend and order them.

No end seemed to be in sight for my anguish and tears.

a never-ending feeling of resentment

There will be no agitated thoughts or wondering where I went wrong. What exactly is wrong with me, and why am I in such pain?

"Welcome to 7/11!" exclaimed the clerk as I walked up to the register and purchased a red label and a can of beer. Cigarettes and alcoholic drinks are prohibited.

"Would you prefer cash or a credit card, ma'am?" I gave her the card and then hurriedly opened the bottle of wine, gulping it down right away.

My appearance is quite deplorable right now, I understand that. And I don't give a damn about what other people think.

It seems like everyone is making fun of me, Tangina.

"Thank you very much, po." I went right out the door and out the other side.

People are staring at me. I'm quite aware that people believe I have no direction in life.

Yes, I am well aware that my life has no direction. This has been the result of Remon's abandonment of me from the day I entirely surrendered myself to him in the first place.

I even went out of my way to be alone and drank the entire bottle of wine.

Why not die now, if I'm going to die anyway?

What is the reason behind this? I did all in my power to help. I was in charge of everything. In order to help you, I gambled with someone who wasn't willing to gamble for you.

Remon, what is it about you that makes you act this way? "The severity of the anguish you caused me," says the narrator. In my absence, I sobbed, and I hadn't even finished half of the wine when I opened the beer can and lighted a cigarette.

I heard someone say "hold up to," and a guy approached me, holding a sharp object in front of me.

The fact that I couldn't move made me feel like a statue in my chair.

I'm unable to communicate.

"Please hand over your wallet,"

I handed him my wallet with my fingers trembling as I did so."

He grinned as he opened the door. He glanced at me from head to toe, and then his gaze settled on my singing.

"That belongs to me." I quickly tucked my left hand within my right hand to protect it.

"Take it everything, but don't do this," says the narrator. "I'm crying!" I said, as the side of the blow hit me in the side of the face.

"Me! You'll feel it the next time you don't give me this knife, I cried even more as I shook and shook the knife in my hand. This music, which Remon handed me, is something I can't bear to let go of.

This is the only item that Remon gave me, and it's the only thing I have.

This is the sole evidence that he was able to make me feel something that I had never felt before with another person.

"Please get out of here."

"You're a difficult cookie, ha!" He kicked me, and I fell to the ground on the side of the road, where my companion was singing extremely loudly.

Shake, I'm not going to give it to him, even if it makes him pain much more.

"I told you!

"Hey! "What exactly is it?" The holdaper bolted, leaving me hunched over the side of the road.

There is no longer any hope in one's own abilities.

I couldn't seem to let go of the thing that brought me happiness.

No matter how much I knew what he was showing me wasn't genuine, I couldn't let go.

Remon is one of my favorite characters.

"Yhra!" I was roused from my lying-down position.