There’s a life that needed to be sacrifice in order to save others.
However, in a mother and son life and death situation, what would one choose? She that can turn a lonely house to a lively home, or a son one has never met yet had lived in his mother’s womb for several months?
A son that was expected to be born. My child I thought I could hold hands with as he began to learn how to walk. A child that I have expected to hear calling me his mother. My son that I was not able to even hear his cries and small giggles.
I felt my tear run down to the side of my eyes as I stared at the white ceiling, totally lost in my thoughts.
Remembering that day... How he choses to save me rather than our son. It was too painful.
Closing my eyes, I sighed deeply.
Until now, there’s still a remnant of the pain from the past. Maybe if he was strong enough, I wouldn’t be in this situation.
Lonely and sad...
My heart still sunk. My son, Leighton didn’t survive. He could have been saved if he was chosen. Yet he wasn’t.
It has been a year... My world stopped that day.
The day wherein Simeon chose me over our son. I don’t need an explanation as it was clear to me that he didn’t want the child. I have told him to save him, even if it means losing me.
I carried him for months... I bare all the pain for months... I gave all the care my son needed. I gave up everything for him, for Simeon yet in the end, he was not given a chance to live.
I was devastated. I felt like dying. My heart stopped after hearing it from Simeon’s mouth. That our son didn’t make it...
And that he didn’t want to lose me, so he chose to save me rather than him.
I know... There would be complications if he happened to live. He will be born premature... It will make his life felt like miserable for all the complications he would face if he was alive. Yet I still can’t accept the fact the he was taken away from me...
I was not even able to hold him... To see him. He was taken away from me just like that, not even thinking of how I feel.
He’s no different from my parents... He was too selfish.
Simeon was selfish. A liar.
I wiped my tear when I heard a knock outside my room.
“Ms. Lia, your mother wants you downstairs.”
Sighing, I got off of the bed and fixed myself before climbing down, meeting my parents in the dining room, having a breakfast.
Right... I gave up. I can’t take the pain. Seeing Simeon had me crying for months. My anger for him just increased whenever I see him. My mind told me not to blame anyone but deep inside my heart, I put half of the blame on him.
It felt like he killed my son. Partly.
As for my parents, they contributed half of my pain for coming to me that day. The situation made me utterly stressed... Maybe...
Maybe it was the reason... The main cause. Yet I had no choice but to come with them a month after my son died. I can’t bear Simeon’s presence.
It pains me. Whenever I looked at him, the first thing that entered my mind was his wrong decision.
He killed my son... He was selfish. He didn’t want the child in the first place. Because if he wanted him, he wouldn’t have given him up.
“Lia...” Mom greeted as I sat down. “Everything is settled. You’re bound to leave the country this evening. Alec will be there on the day of your arrival.”
I nodded and started to dig in. But then, I stopped when I saw my ring.
“You two will stay in the same house. I don’t care if you’re gonna sleep in different rooms as long as you live in the same roof. And please, be a wife to him. At least learn how to cook.”
Sighing, I continued to eat.
I’m married for three months now. I have decided to continue my study. Yet it has conditions.
They will provide me everything I need for my study if I marry Alec which I did, anyway. And if I live with him and study medicine abroad, they won’t care where as long as I’m with Alec.
I learned to accept my fate. Instead of wasting my time believing in love, I have chose my future. It’s better than pain. I wouldn’t even dare to love again as it will just brought nothing but distractions.
As for Alec, I don’t have any idea what happened to his relationship. When our engagement was announced, he didn’t even budge or react about it. It was something we both didn’t want for the same reason; we were in a relationship with someone whom we truly loved.
Despite my curiosity, I didn’t bother to ask him about Sam. We respect our privacies... Even if we’re married, still, we acted as if we’re not tied in each other.
“He will provide you with everything, Lia. Just tell him if you need something.”
I mentally rolled my eyes. Right... Alec was sort of a sugar daddy who could lend some money to me whenever I’m in need.
“I will,” I lazily uttered.
When evening came, I had to pack some clothes to leave the country. Alec and I didn’t even communicate upon the preparation of my flight, even about my university preparation.
It was okay. It was not me who prepared the papers though but our families.
After hours of flying and multiple layovers, I finally arrived. It didn’t take long to find Alec who was standing just outside the airport, leaning on his car.
I stopped walking. Our last meeting was on the day of our wedding. After the ceremony, we fled in our separate ways and now that we’re seeing each other again, I can’t help but wonder.
Are we even capable of working this relationship out? Knowing that we’ll spend the rest of our lives in this loveless marriage... At least, we should try to make it work for the sake of our little happiness.
“Hey, Lia...”