RANSOM GIFT: The Complete Collection Boxed Set (Commanding Proposal, Hidden Proposal, Ransom Proposal) by Kristina Royer Page A
Authors: Kristina Royer
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wasn’t able to hear their conversation, I never heard anyone raised up their voices, so I guess it was a good sign.
Once done conversing, Clemente walked up to me, knelt down, and flashed me a weak smile. “Be strong, okay? We’re all behind you, supporting you. Everything’s going to be okay.” He said.
There were those words that used to help me get by getting kicked out in eighth grade, my mother’s death and through other horrible things that have ever happened to me. Now, they’re just words…
I slowly nodded at him. He held my head with one hand for a split second, and then h headed out towards the door. And once he was completely out, I looked at Gary only to find out that he was also looking at me. “I am so sorry…” I whispered to him.
Tears started to fall down my eyes. I couldn’t control it. I was sobbing. And just like the flash or whoever American superhero it was, he was already in my side the fastest way possible. He held my shoulders, then my head. “Hush…” He said, while tears falling down in his eyes.
“It’s not your fault. I knew what happened.” He said.
No matter how painful it was, I couldn’t bring myself to hate that little boy either. My heart has this really big hole being scrapped out of it, and it felt very heavy as I there’s a mountain resting on my chest. Yes, a mountain.
“I should’ve listened to you, and we might still have them.” I sobbed.
I was crying like a little child. Dammit, it’s not helping! I felt more and more pained as I cry, like, I won’t be able to stop anytime soon.
Gary’s not making any effort to stop me from crying as he was heavily crying, too. And even though I didn’t really know too much about this, I heard my Psychiatrist said it’s better for me to let it all out instead of keeping it in.
He’s embracing me in his arms, and I was crying against his chest. It’s so painful knowing that I was the one who lost our child. It felt worse than abandoning them. I didn’t even get the chance to know their gender. I was robbed of that amazing feeling to hold them in my arms, by no less than myself. It felt so terrible.
“Hush…” Gary said.
Although I was so sure that he just wanted to console me. How can he make me stop crying when he was letting out the same intensity as I was?
We shared our moment of vulnerability for the same depressing reason. Clearly, he was hurt as much I was, but it’s a whole lot worse when you’re the one who carried the child and lost them.
“I am so sorry…” I cried and cried and cried.
He kissed my head. “Shhh… It’s not your fault.”
We were like this for couple more minutes that felt like hours for being so painful. Somehow, it was at least a percent painful that I had someone to share the pain with. It wasn’t enough to make every single pain go away, but at least I was sharing it with the only person I love.
We were too busy being miserable, so we didn’t even realize that dad was softly knocking at my hospital room door to avoid waking me up if I was sleeping. He probably heard from Clemente that I was already conscious… in all its forms and meanings.
I saw him walking down towards us at my peripheral vision, and I bet Gary also did. But we were too weak to contain our emotions.
Before I even tried to notice my dad, he was already sitting next to us, crying for his loss as well. I felt surrounded with love and support and common denominator stuff, but it just can’t take away the pain.
I imagine their little hands, toes, soft skin, prominent cheeks… Kristina, don’t make you so close to opting out.
But what the hell could I do? I was so depressed, and I’ve never felt this pained in my entire life. And to be honest, I was so close to having a breakdown, like, real breakdown this time. But every single time I think of Gary, oh and of course, dad as well, I
Once done conversing, Clemente walked up to me, knelt down, and flashed me a weak smile. “Be strong, okay? We’re all behind you, supporting you. Everything’s going to be okay.” He said.
There were those words that used to help me get by getting kicked out in eighth grade, my mother’s death and through other horrible things that have ever happened to me. Now, they’re just words…
I slowly nodded at him. He held my head with one hand for a split second, and then h headed out towards the door. And once he was completely out, I looked at Gary only to find out that he was also looking at me. “I am so sorry…” I whispered to him.
Tears started to fall down my eyes. I couldn’t control it. I was sobbing. And just like the flash or whoever American superhero it was, he was already in my side the fastest way possible. He held my shoulders, then my head. “Hush…” He said, while tears falling down in his eyes.
“It’s not your fault. I knew what happened.” He said.
No matter how painful it was, I couldn’t bring myself to hate that little boy either. My heart has this really big hole being scrapped out of it, and it felt very heavy as I there’s a mountain resting on my chest. Yes, a mountain.
“I should’ve listened to you, and we might still have them.” I sobbed.
I was crying like a little child. Dammit, it’s not helping! I felt more and more pained as I cry, like, I won’t be able to stop anytime soon.
Gary’s not making any effort to stop me from crying as he was heavily crying, too. And even though I didn’t really know too much about this, I heard my Psychiatrist said it’s better for me to let it all out instead of keeping it in.
He’s embracing me in his arms, and I was crying against his chest. It’s so painful knowing that I was the one who lost our child. It felt worse than abandoning them. I didn’t even get the chance to know their gender. I was robbed of that amazing feeling to hold them in my arms, by no less than myself. It felt so terrible.
“Hush…” Gary said.
Although I was so sure that he just wanted to console me. How can he make me stop crying when he was letting out the same intensity as I was?
We shared our moment of vulnerability for the same depressing reason. Clearly, he was hurt as much I was, but it’s a whole lot worse when you’re the one who carried the child and lost them.
“I am so sorry…” I cried and cried and cried.
He kissed my head. “Shhh… It’s not your fault.”
We were like this for couple more minutes that felt like hours for being so painful. Somehow, it was at least a percent painful that I had someone to share the pain with. It wasn’t enough to make every single pain go away, but at least I was sharing it with the only person I love.
We were too busy being miserable, so we didn’t even realize that dad was softly knocking at my hospital room door to avoid waking me up if I was sleeping. He probably heard from Clemente that I was already conscious… in all its forms and meanings.
I saw him walking down towards us at my peripheral vision, and I bet Gary also did. But we were too weak to contain our emotions.
Before I even tried to notice my dad, he was already sitting next to us, crying for his loss as well. I felt surrounded with love and support and common denominator stuff, but it just can’t take away the pain.
I imagine their little hands, toes, soft skin, prominent cheeks… Kristina, don’t make you so close to opting out.
But what the hell could I do? I was so depressed, and I’ve never felt this pained in my entire life. And to be honest, I was so close to having a breakdown, like, real breakdown this time. But every single time I think of Gary, oh and of course, dad as well, I
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