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(CLAIRE)
My thoughts felt like an abstract painting. It was hard to understand.
I've locked myself up again and was crying since. I was punishing myself for complicating things too much.
But it was my fault, wasn't it?
Maybe my heart has become untrusting, from past naivety, that it refused to accept Zhio's love over the fact that he was the same reason why I am suffering. And to cope up with the pain, I was repeating the same lie to myself that I was only being used.
I looked at my sideway reflection in the mirror and stroked my belly that has not yet showed signs of the baby.
My eyes showered tears again and so I returned outside the bathroom.
Zhio wasn't there.
He's left because of me.
I've hurt him.
It was pointless to argue with him but I couldn't hold back the habit. But in the end, after blaming him with all hurtful words, all the guilt came back to my conscience.
I paced back and forth in worry.
What if Zhio killed himself?
I hoped not.
"Miss Claire?"
"Where's Zhio?" my voice quivered.
"Don't worry about him, he'll go back soon."
I bit my lip.
I was restless.
When the door opened, I bowed my head away.
I felt a sudden surge of great anxiety. But I was mistaken to have thought it was only Zhio…
"Mother Ema!"
I ran fast to hug her.
"Claire…"
Zhio and the rest of the maids had left us alone.
"Please sit," my hands guided her to the sofa.
"How did you know I am here? I am surprised Zhio let you in."
"I saw him in the chapel. And he told me about your situation."
"Why was he there?"
"Praying for you."
"Me?" I was astonished.
"Yes dear. He's at loss of how to deal with you," she whispered.
"I want to know if you really wanted to harm your baby."
She held my hands and I saw her gaze wander to my belly.
"That baby's a gift from God, Claire. Please don't do anything against it. Don't refuse God's blessing to you. It'll just break your heart."
Zhio has told her about it.
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