27 - Fix Himself

She quickly removed her hat and put on a hoodie jacket before putting on a mask. She never told Jackylyn where she was going and simply let her.

Her whole body trembled as she approached the tomb, carrying the purchased basket of pure white flowers and candles. She wasn't sure if she'd made the right decision that day. But she had been thinking about this moment for a few days, so she had the courage to take a step closer. She drew slowly in the air and paused for a moment.

No. She is capable. She is done crying. But when she read what was written on the gravestone, it was as if her heart was ripped open in agony. Everything she had forgotten came back to her.

My Little Angel

10th of May, 2015

She was like a withered vegetable that landed half a meter away in front of the tomb. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop them. She took off her mask and hat, and she could hardly breathe as she stared at the grave. Her child... her child, who she was not even allowed to see.

She thought she'd finally gotten everything, so why is she feeling so bad now? Why is her heart split in two, and she has no choice but to cry? She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes slowly, her tears falling steadily.

"Sorry, baby," she sank when she mentioned it. It hurts. Her entire body was shaking as she crawled closer to it, and she couldn't stop herself from sobbing.

"I'm sorry... F-forgive Mommy, s-she failed to protect you... Please forgive me, B-baby... I'm useless..." Her cold and tears blended together. She hugged the flower basket so tightly that it shattered like her entire being.

She was not even given the opportunity to see whether her child was a girl or a boy. The pain she had long killed and buried in oblivion returned, and it was even more excruciating.

"B-baby, Mommy is here... Baby, Mommy is here." She closed her eyes and stroked the cold tombstone. She looked as if she was about to pass out from pain. "Baby..." she couldn't stop herself from sobbing.

Her shoulders shook, as did the force of her cries. She didn't care if anyone noticed her because they had no idea what she was going through. They had no idea how much it hurt her.

"...Abhaya..."

She felt a tight hug from behind her. She continued to cry in front of the grave of her child, who had been robbed of her destiny.

"T-that day, I should have to avoid your father. I should have been more courageous... 'I wish I hadn't lost you… I wish I was with you right now…" She sobbed, "I'm sorry baby, sorry..." she was unable to control all of her emotions.

"Abhaya..." But her entire being was paralyzed. It didn't matter to her that the man hugged her from behind. She hasn't forgiven herself yet. She didn't have the strength to find out who had hugged her now that she knew she had returned to the former Abhaya she had long killed. That she'd long since forgotten.

She was almost lost because tears kept falling from her eyes. She just sobbed and sobbed. When lightning flashed several times and it rained heavily, the man was still there.

"Why?! Why are you even keeping up!" she exclaimed aloud to the sky. She no longer experiences pain or hatred. Anger started to erupt. She was enraged, and not just with herself.

"Let's head home."

She felt her body suddenly rise in the air, and it was only when she saw the face that lifted her that she began to feel dizzy.

"Put me down!" She slapped Hudson across the cheek. "You have no right to show your face here in front of my child's grave! You are an animal! You're an asshole! Put me down."

“No. I'm bringing you home with me." Her slap had no effect on Hudson. "Abhaya, I will bring you—"

She slapped Hudson hard and punched him in the chest. "Put me down! Put me down!!! I hate you. I hate you."

"No."

"Fuck you! It's because of you why I am like this. I became like this and that is because of you! Overall, I fulfilled your request. Overall, you haven't heard any objections from me, even though I'm jealous of your fickle woman, But why my baby? Why does my baby have to die because of you?! Huh? What's the deal, Hudson? Why the fuck?! Tell me, why the fuck!"

Hudson freed her after she punched his jaw. She doesn't mind that it's raining. Her emotions had engulfed her, and she was enraged.

"I'm so sorry, Abhaya... I'm so sorry..."

Lightning struck, but Abhaya could hear Hudson's words in front of her.

“What? Sorry? "Sorry? " she simply laughed.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you... I'm sorry if we lost our child as a result of my actions—"

"Oh, my child! It's my only child. You have no right to make a claim. Because you are the reason for everything. You!"

"...Abhaya..."

"Stop!" she yelled angrily, covering her ears. They were drenched in the rain, but her tears did not stop. "I'm not going to see your face again. Much better you die and rot in hell. Never bother me again."

"Abhaya, please? You pay attention..."

"You murdered the old Abhaya a long time ago." She turned to run away from him, but he quickly grabbed her hand and hugged her so tightly that he didn't want to let go.

"I hate you, Hudson," she finally said, "and everything we've been through, I've thrown away. Remember, you can never get it all back with a sorry! "

Hudson was taken aback and took a long time to respond. The gleam in his eyes revealed his pain. "I understand... I understand."

She struggled to break free from his tight embrace, but the arm that wrapped around her now seemed iron. She punched the man repeatedly, but it was ineffective until she felt her body stop struggling and all that could be heard were the strong wind, rain, and her sobs.

"Why... I haven't done anything wrong... But why? I-I can't forgive you, Hudson... No..." "Abhaya..."

For a few minutes, she cried in her chest until she felt her knees and body weaken. The next thing she knew, she was unconscious.

"Fuck, Abhaya!"









HUDSON sat up and almost didn't want to take his gaze away from the unconscious woman. I

Abhaya has a high fever. It was now in a private room, and he had no plans to let her go. The woman might run away from him forever, never giving him the chance to speak.

He doesn't care if she doesn't want to talk to him. They must talk. Misconception, false suspicion, false accusation, and the wrong path of his mind and heart are enough. He had already learned his lesson the hard way. He didn't want to throw it away. For the third time, no.

He stroked her pale hand. He clenched his fist and stared at it. He quickly drew back and went to the window. He sighed as he tore open the thick curtain that had been covering it. He could see that it was still raining outside, but it was a light rain. He sighed and stared for a long time at the sad sky.

He hasn't been able to change since he took Abhaya to a nearby Hayes hospital earlier. He took care of it once more, and this time he was furious. This is always the case, and he appears to understand why he chose to be a doctor. His clothes were still damp, and he wasn't even cold. He went numb once more. Damn! He clenched his fist once more, and the tendons in his neck protruded.

He didn't expect that Abhayato would find their child's grave... He had no idea how she knew, but the important thing was that Abhaya was back in his hands. He needs to get things in order.

There was a knock, and his insane friends came in one by one. He was no longer perplexed as to why his mushrooms friends appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, bastard!" greeted Azael, who was carrying a basket of pure fresh flowers.

Cuhen immediately responded, "Condolences on your heart, dude." It was carrying a bunch of white balloons with 'Condolences, Bru,' engrave.

"You're being too harsh. But Abhaya is still alive," Zyd said with a smirk.

"This is for his heart. Sincere condolences, bro. May your heart rest in peace in hell," Farhistt replied, carrying a basket of fruit.

They are all carried with gifts. He only need to choose the best flower and fruit.

"Morons! Leave." He glared at them now.

“Asshole! You're even worse than us." At the same time, they laughed and sat down on the sofa.

"Cuhen is worse," Azael said. "What he did to Vraiellah... No comment from me!" he laughed.

Cuhen stated, "We're more interested in you. You fell in love with your own sister. Stupid!"

Everyone laughs. He laughed in front of his insane friends. He was also lucky with them, especially Cuhen, who was always right behind him.

"I'm more amazed by Doc Hudson Hayes!" Zyd was the first to consume the fruit. "Long time in love with a woman who no longer loves him but is angry with him."

He bursts out laughing. Funny jokes. Is he madly in love? But not their pals. They're staring at him now, as if he were about to be taken to court. They're looking at him intently, and he didn't have to question their stare.

"I... I don't love her," he finally admitted.

"As far as we know, it is no longer April fools. Are we going to believe you?" Azael, laugh.

"Catch!"

Zyd's apple was quickly caught by him. "Action is more powerful than words!"

"You're nsane."

"Stop denying, my man," Farhistt said with a shake of his head. It didn't seem to agree with what he said. "Perhaps when she leaves again, you'll be looking around like a crazy dog."

"I'm telling the truth," he scowled. He is afraid they will discover his true feelings.

"Ah, that explains why your clothes are all soaked." Cuhen, smirk. "First, change your clothes. We will look after your queen. She's safe with us."

Farhistt and Azael dragged him out of the room and slammed the door shut before he could respond. Damn. How did these jerks get into his life? He had no choice but to go home and fix himself.