Love Coming from the Least Expected

“Shut up! That’s not true! I do love him! All I want is to be with him! I’ve loved Christopher for so many years! I don’t love him any less than you do!” Monica shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Then, tell me where he went! Tell me right now, or he’ll end up losing his manhood forever! Is that what you want?” I stopped myself from slapping Monica again and tried to remain calm as I still needed information from her. I wouldn’t have been this mad if she targeted me, but I couldn’t stand anyone hurting Christopher.

His bit himself until his arm was bleeding, and he even smashed a glass bottle on

I failed to open the door even after multiple attempts at it. Christopher said he was looking for me,

feelings of helplessness. It reminded me of the time I was on the island and saw

ran into the house while calling out to

phone again, but it was probably left in a corner of Room 302

Eventually, I fell to the floor helplessly in exhaustion and despair. Christopher has bought this house just for me, so he

me a gentle pat on the shoulder. I brushed it aside forcefully and shouted, “Leave me

me on the cheek again, and I spun around to see Christopher lying in the bathtub behind me. His body was completely soaked, his face

but I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly anyway. His lips brushed past my cheek before he rested his head on my shoulder, and his