Chapter 15. Green Eyed
It would have been nice to stay with Uno like that for a little while longer. To have our body pressed into one another. However, the elevator had other ideas. The lights eventually flickered open. Either the generator of the building was activated, or power has returned. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust my eyes with the glare. Coming from a pitch dark elevator, it was peculiar to suddenly see again.
Chapter 16. DeeperOne of my first memories was of mom. It wasn't the day of adoption. I was too young to recall that. Rather, it was her telling me about my adoption. As a young girl, I remembered standing in front of a clothes store, staring at a lovely red dress that was my size. We went in and bought the dress. Then she told me I was adopted.
Chapter 17. ConfessionBlaze was an artist, but to me she was also an art. As with all art, she was a series of complexities. She evoked my emotions. It was with her that I wanted to lose myself in. It was with her that I've never been more scared not to be found. She was her and yet she wasn't. She was art, and she was perfectly imperfect.
Chapter 18. SabotageIt was funny how a couple of words can turn hundreds of screaming people to silence."I'm madly in love with someone."That was all it took to hush everyone who were participating and watching the show. But if a person begged to differ, it was me and my heart. It was racing uncontrollably against my chest, ready to burst like an overinflated balloon. Though Blaze has glanced away,
Chapter 19. FeelingsI entered the room to find an unconscious person on the floor and another girl near her. If this was a crime scene, Blaze would be suspect number one. I kneeled beside Bianca to check if she was still breathing. Though it was shallow and strained, she was alive and well. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter 20. SnoopThe original goal of treatment for DID was integration- making the separated personalities into one. However, if that wasn't possible, a harmonious coexistence between Uno and Blaze would be more than enough. Neither integration nor coexistence would occur if she wouldn't be able to come to terms with her traumatic experience. At present, we had zero clue with what happened to her past to make her this way.
To my inner Uno and Blaze who never left me alone.
Chapter 2. ArrangementIt has begun to rain. The water cascaded against the glass window like waterfalls. While nature moved outside and people were being drenched, I was frozen solid in front of Uno, wondering if I heard her right. Though we were ensconced in the restaurant, and the rain was nothing but a backdrop, I could still smell it coming from her.
Chapter 3. New HomeUno and Mr. Meyer agreed to meet at a later date to settle the paper works. I could barely listen to their conversation. My thoughts were elsewhere, particularly to my mom. I always knew I was adopted. Though I've forgotten my life in the adoption home, I've accepted that my biological parents didn't want me. That was why I was grateful to mom for giving me a good life.