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I'm running. I'm running away from it. I was carriying my young daughter, carefully running since I've got another being in my womb.

"Help! Help, please," I pleaded as I continued running away from it. Tears were flowing down my cheeks, as if it was a waterfall, nothing can ever stop it from falling down.

I shrieked as I saw it. A person, dressed in a black coat, it's face was covered by the shadows from it's hair. It has a masculine body, signifying that it was a male.

I ran for so long, my legs are now starting to wobble. I cried out loud when I tripped.

"Don't, don't come near us!" I put my daughter behind me as it ran to us.

I froze as he pointed his gun to me. I can't die like this! He-- he still doesn't know! I still don't want to. . . Die.

"No! Please, don't kill me!" I pleaded once more. It gave me a terrifying laugh, a devilish face stood infront of me as he continued laughing.

I cried. I cried until my tears dried. I cried until I have no more to cry.

That's when I saw him. I tried to stop him. Begging him not to come any closer to the other guy. Begging him to save his life. But, what can I do? He loves me and our daughter so much that he's willing to die for us.

But he can't. He shouldn't die now. There's still a little guy waiting to see his father soon.

Tears flooded my view as I heard the deafening sound of a gunshot. A gunshot that made my whole being numb. I felt nothing. Nothing but pain.

The man's laugh started to echo.

"Oh, thank goodness! I can killed you.. friend," After saying those words he laughed like the monster he is, then, he disappeared into the darkness.

I crawled near him. Carrying our daughter once again. She cries out. Wondering why her dear father was soaked in blood. Wondering why her father was unable to breathe no more.

"I love you, mi amore.. remember that, ok?" with those words, he immediately closed his tantallating brown eyes.

I started to mourn. Tears blocked my eyesight.

As I once again opened my eyes, I see myself in the seashore. I was wearing a beautiful white dress. There I saw him once again.

Just a meter away from me, I saw his mezmerizing eyes once again. I smiled softly as I ran towards him. But it was as if I cannot move my legs.

"Clyde!" I called him.

He smiled bitterly at me.

"Zamira. Goodbye, mi amore. I love you," without even coming near me. Without even touching me. Without even waiting for my answer. He dissolved into thin air.

"Clyde! Clyde, don't leave me! D-don't leave... me."

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"MOM!" I woke up because of the shout I heard from my right. I tilted my head and saw my son there.

I smiled bitterly whilst reminiscing about my past. Our past.

I smiled bitterly as tears flowed. down my cheeks once again.

Three years. I'm like this for three years. It's been three years since he left me. And it's already three years that all I felt was pain. I am still depressed with what happened back then.

"Mowmy, awe you owkey?" my son asked me. Aw, he's just so cute!

His mezmerizing brown eyes were from his father, while his plump red lips were from me. He has long eyelashes, a pointed nose, rosy cheeks, and arched brows. He was still in his favorite dinosaur pajamas and bis hair was messy.

In his whole features, it was just his lips that he got from me, unlike his sister, which had a similar face to mine, he looked a lot more like his father.

I smiled softly at my innocent son. My innocent son who never got the chance to meet his father.

"I'm fine, buddy. Don't worry about mommy," I told him as I messed up his already messy hair.

He smiled cutely at me, that's when I remembered. It is Thursday, and I've got to go to work.

I took a shower and got ready, after that I made my daughter ready for school.

"Yaya, we're leaving!" I announced to our yaya. As I soon closed the door, a familiar figure was standing just infront of our gates. I want to assume it was him. But, no. It's impossible.

As me and my daughter walked upon our gates, a famillar scent seemed to capture my whole being. Can it be him?

But, even so. That would be impossible. Extremely impossible.

"Uh, hello sir. How may I help you?" I asked the man. He's leaning on his car. The gates were open, but there he was. Still not turning to face me.

"Zamira." I shrieked as he called me Zamira. No one dared to call me that after he was gone.

His voice was somewhat familliar to me. I want to tell myself that maybe it is him. Maybe he's still here. But, it cannot be. Right?

As he turned around to face me. It was as if the world shimmered, as if the clouds turned bright. as if my life became colorful again.

It was him.

He lied..

Again.