Achilles’ Point of View:“So what was so fucking wrong in your life that you go around trying to kill my girlfriend?” As the words left my mouth, I heard Carlos chuckle.“It’s crazy, you know…” He took a step toward me. “Suddenly I’m the villain, even when she didn’t want to make me one. Crazy coincidence wouldn’t you say?”“You can’t be the villain if you don’t do the wrong things, Carlos,” I said with the same dominance in his voice, and took a step toward him too. “Now answer the question.”The fact that he had the guts to bring a gun to a hospital and probably threatened her, was beyond the capabilities I had associated with him. That was definitely enough to raise concerns for him. That also earned several points for Isabelle in my mind. The way she had been so careful to present her points to make sure she doesn’t say anything wrong.“So what? I’m supposed to watch her ruin your life as if she hadn’t done that already? How can you even let her back in your life?” He seemed conce

Achilles’ Point of View:After the conversation with my father, I left the place in a hurry and sat inside another cab. I decided to go to Carlos since I really didn’t have a place to stay at the moment—and I could’ve burdened Isabella, but I realised it was too quick for me to ask her to let me stay at her place. Obviously, I figured that she’d be happy if I asked, but it would probably affect our relationship in a negative sense.On the other hand, I knew Carlos would be more than happy to let me stay if he could—and that it’d probably be better after the little outburst at the hospital.I paid the cab fare from my cash and then rang the doorbell to Carlos’ place. To my surprise, a woman opened the door, as confused as me as she checked me out.“Uh… Carlos here?” I asked her, interrupting her.“You are Achilles, right? I’ve seen you a couple of times on the news!” She said with a smile.I nodded. “You’re…?”“Josephine!” She put up a pleasant expression. “Carlos might’ve mentioned me

Achilles’ Point of View:I rushed to Carlos's side as he collapsed to the ground, his screams of pain echoing in the room. Panic surged through me as I knelt beside him, unsure of what to do. My mind raced, trying to process the sudden turn of events. What was happening to him? I had never seen him in so much pain before. It felt like his life was getting sucked out of him as he couldn’t even keep his eyes open or respond."Carlos, what's wrong?" I asked urgently, my voice laced with worry.He clutched his head, trying to push the pain out of it. "It's… it's the pain," he managed to gasp between labored breaths."Should I call an ambulance?" I asked, my heart pounding. I needed to get him help, and fast."No," he choked out. "It's... it's the cancer. Sometimes the pain... it's unbearable."My heart sank as I heard his words. His words meant that he had felt that kind of pain before, all alone and never told anyone. As much as it hurt me, I needed to focus on him right now. I felt helpl

Josephine’s Point of View:The days turned into a bittersweet routine of hospital visits, conversations, and quiet moments by Carlos's side. We learned to cherish every smile, every shared memory, as if it were a precious gem. Carlos's strength remained unwavering, his spirit a beacon of strength even in the face of his illness.As time passed, Isabelle also came to visit Carlos at the hospital. I watched from a distance as they talked, their voices hushed and their expressions serious. There was a certain tension in the air, a lingering unease born from years of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. But as I saw Isabelle's hand reach out to touch Carlos's, I could sense that something was shifting between them. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the changes taking place. Achilles told me about their fight, so it was nice to see them get along.The three of us spent hours together in that hospital room, reminiscing about the past and talking about the future. It was a s

Achilles’ Point of View:As the days went by, the weight of Carlos's absence hung over us like a dark cloud. The funeral had been a blur of tears, hugs, and condolences from well-wishers who couldn't possibly understand the depth of our grief. Isabelle and Josephine stood by my side, their presence a small comfort in the midst of the overwhelming pain.After the funeral, Josephine withdrew into herself, her grief a palpable force that seemed to consume her. She spoke less, smiled less, and the light in her eyes had dimmed. It hurt to see her like this, knowing that she was carrying her own burden of sorrow while trying to make sense of what had happened to Carlos. She was strong, but even the strongest of us had their breaking point.Isabelle and I did our best to be there for her, to offer support and love, but there was a wall she had built around herself that we couldn't seem to breach. We respected her space while silently hoping that she would open up to us when she was ready. I