Chasing The Good Girl

Chapter 4:

Kimly’s POV:

"I..."

"Kimly, don’t agree. Why should we give a part of our life to someone we don’t even know? If you say yes, you’ll become much weaker. They have the resources to find someone else. They’re rich and powerful, while you’re alone. If something happens to you, no one will be there to take care of you. Negav is gone, Kimly," Ofelia’s voice echoed in my mind.

She was right. I should be selfish for once. As I looked at Luna Andrea, tears welled up in my eyes. I envied her daughter so much—she had a family, support, and someone who was willing to beg on her behalf. If she fell, there would be someone to catch her, but if I fell, I would have to pick myself up.

"I can’t..." I barely managed to whisper, but before I could finish my sentence, Luna Andrea’s voice interrupted hastily:

"She... she once had a beautiful love, Kimly," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "She and her boyfriend faced many hardships together, but now..." She paused, wiping away her tears. "If she dies, everything will fall apart. Her entire life will be ruined. She dreamed of a wedding, a happy family... but all of that will vanish if she isn’t saved."

I sat there, silent, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. Luna Andrea’s words pierced my heart, forcing me to think. Yet, I knew that making such a decision wasn’t easy. I had lost Negav, the person I loved most in this world. And now, in front of me was a mother standing on the edge of losing her daughter—a loved one about to be taken away. Her situation wasn’t so different from mine—the pain of losing the most precious person in her life.

"I’m sorry, Kimly," Luna Andrea whispered, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with both hope and despair. "I’ll give you ten million dollars. I’ll arrange a house, a car, a new place to live, and the best medical care. You won’t have to worry about anything."

Her words hung in the air of the quiet café, painting a picture of utter desperation. She sat there like a broken statue, gripping my hand tightly, waiting for a response.

I knew I had to say something, but my voice seemed trapped in my throat. Faced with her despair, I didn’t know what to do. Luna Andrea wasn’t a bad person; she was just a mother fighting for her child’s life. And despite understanding that, I felt cornered in a dark space from which I couldn’t escape.

"Kimly," she called my name again, her voice pleading. "I know this is too much to ask of you... but please, think of her. She’s young... she still has her whole future ahead of her."

I looked into her eyes, and for a moment, I saw an entire world of suffering and fragility. I exhaled deeply, my cold hands trembling. Luna Andrea had presented me with an offer I couldn’t easily accept, but I couldn’t reject outright either. Questions swirled in my mind like an endless storm. I wanted to find answers, but all I had was confusion.

Luna Andrea lowered her head, her shoulders shaking as silent tears fell. The powerful woman I once knew now seemed small and vulnerable in front of me. She held my hand tightly, unwilling to let go, as if afraid that releasing it would mean losing her last glimmer of hope.

"Kimly... please..." Her voice broke into a plea. "My daughter... she doesn’t have much time left. I’ve done everything I can, but now, I only have you left. I know this isn’t the right time, I know you’re in pain, but I have no other choice."

I looked at her, feeling the waves of despair emanating from this mother. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. I had just experienced a great loss; the person I loved most had left me forever. The pain of losing someone irreplaceable weighed heavily on my heart. And now, in Luna Andrea’s eyes, I saw a reflection of myself—a mother facing inevitable loss, except she still had a chance to hold on.

"I can’t live if I lose her, Kimly. She’s everything to me. Please... please help me," she begged, her eyes red and her trembling hands clutching mine as if clinging to her last hope.

I turned away, a lump forming in my throat. Every rational part of me screamed that I couldn’t do this, that I couldn’t give up a part of my body. But my heart... it was sympathizing with her pain. I knew the feeling of losing the one you love most—it hurts so much it makes you want to collapse. And now, right in front of me, Luna Andrea was facing the same agony. Her despair was like a mirror reflecting my own, drowning in the darkness of grief.

"She... she once had a beautiful love, like you and Negav," she continued, her voice choked with sobs. "She and her boyfriend overcame so many obstacles together. But now... if she dies, everything will disappear, all her hopes and future will be gone."

I swallowed hard, a familiar pain rising in my chest. Her words cut through me like a knife. I had once had a beautiful love too, but Negav was gone forever. Luna Andrea’s daughter still had a chance. If I could help her live on, to keep dreaming of a future with her loved one—should I do it?

"Kimly, I’m begging you..." Luna Andrea lowered her head, tears falling onto the table. The woman who once stood above everyone was now kneeling before me, with all the desperation of a mother.

I looked down at her, my lips moving but unable to form words. Sympathy, the pain of loss, and despair blended together into an inescapable vortex. My mind was blank, filled only with images of Negav and the hopelessness I felt when I lost him. If I could do something to prevent someone else from experiencing this pain... maybe I should do it.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, my decision was made.

"Alright, I’ll do it," I whispered, my voice soft but resolute.

Luna Andrea lifted her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You... you mean it, Kimly?"

I nodded, the heaviness in my chest easing just a little. "I know your pain, the same pain I’m enduring. If this can help your daughter live on, give her the chance to love and be happy, then I will agree."

Luna Andrea broke into sobs, tears streaming down her face. She hugged me tightly, her arms squeezing me as if she never wanted to let go. "Thank you... thank you, Kimly. I don’t know what to say—you’ve saved my daughter, you’ve saved my whole life."

I let her hold me, the pain inside me still raw and unresolved. But at least, in some way, I had helped a mother save her child, and that brought a small ray of light into the darkness of my life.

…

The process of donating my kidney proceeded swiftly, as if everything had been arranged in advance. I didn’t have much time to think or hesitate anymore; the decision was made. The days following my agreement were a blur of rushed activity: final tests, consultations with doctors, and meetings with Luna Andrea’s family. I told myself it was the right thing to do, but the fear and anxiety simmered within me.

That morning, I was brought into the hospital alongside her daughter. I lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by nurses and doctors preparing for the surgery. The room was stark white, cold with the faint smell of antiseptic. Bright overhead lights shone down, making everything feel painfully sharp and real. I lay there, listening to the sounds of footsteps and the hum of machines around me.