In Minerva’s Dream
There’s something mystical about a woman touched by death—especially one who’s also carrying life inside her.
My name is Minerva, derived from the name of the Roman Goddess of Wisdom and Strategic War.
But deep inside…I lack of it. I lack wisdom. I lack the desire to fight against the warring thoughts in my mind.
It’s like I want to give up and lash out at everyone, at the same time just accept the death in front of me.
The death of love in front of me.
Derrick was everything to me. And now seeing him drenched in his own blood, his unseeing eyes closed by the doctor, his sun-kissed skin now have gone cold and pale forever…
It hurts. It’s like the pain wants to take over me, possess me and never leave my side.
So this is how it felts like. This is pain. This is d
