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Don't touch her again (1)

Wilson’s whole family looked after Violet and nursed her back to health. After a week, Violet started feeling better and her strength gradually returned. Still, no one in the family dared and could even mention anything about her kid.

In the kitchen, Elsa poured a glass of milk for her granddaughter. Walking back, she saw Violet at the balcony. The poor girl was sitting alone and staring blankly ahead. Elsa knew her granddaughter was still thinking about the baby she lost. She felt bad for her knowing how much Violet was longing for her baby.

Elsa approached her granddaughter quietly, not wanting to disturb and startle

Despite looking deep in thought, Violet still noticed someone approaching her.

She turned around and saw her Grandma looking at her, holding a glass of milk. Her expression softened and she smiled, “Grandma.”

Looking and feeling deeply concerned, Elsa approached her and offered the glass of milk. “Violet, drink this. Your body needs milk, it’ll be good for you.”

Violet accepted the glass and drank the milk. She faced her grandma and said, “Grandma, I appreciate the concern, but you don’t need to prepare milk for me everyday. I am feeling better and I have already recovered. I eat on time and the meals prepared for me are enough to keep me strong.”

Elsa shook her head. “I understand that, but your aunt and uncle instructed me to give you a glass of milk everyday. They’re just taking care of you. We all want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay.”

Violet took her grandma’s hand and held it in hers as she said, “Grandma, aunt and uncle are overly worried and protective of me and I am grateful for them. But I’m fine now, I have recovered and my health has returned.”
Elsa smiled at her granddaughter. “Violet, even if you’re alright and healthy, we will still worry about you. We will still take care of you. We just want you safe, happy, and strong,” she said as she stroked Violet’s hair.

Suddenly, the door bell rang and both Elsa and Violet turned and looked towards the front door.

Elsa quickly said, “I’ll open the door and see who it is. You stay here.”
Violet reluctantly agreed and said, “Okay, grandma.”

Elsa approached the door as the person outside rang the doorbell again. She opened the door to a person who had his back on her and as he turned, she saw that it was Greg.

Greg was holding fruits in one hand and when he saw who opened the door, he raised his other hand in a greeting and said, “Hello, Grandma.”
Elsa replied in a low voice, “Oh Greg, it’s you.” She quickly looked at the balcony and turned back to Greg saying, “Violet is resting on the balcony. Do come in, Greg.”

Greg smiled, nodded his head, and entered the house. He placed the fruits on the table, walked through the living room, and cautiously approached the balcony.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Violet happily turned around thinking it was still her grandma, “Grandma, who is it?”

Seeing Greg, Violet’s face fell and her smile faded. The sudden change in her mood and expression was clearly evident. She just stared at him wordlessly, not knowing what to do or say.

Greg warily approached her, knelt beside her, and held her hand. He tried smiling at her, “Violet.”

But Violet just shook off his hand. She quickly stood up and intended to walk towards the living room. Greg immediately stood, as well, and stopped her.
Greg tried to stop her as gently as he could. He carefully seized her arms and desperately tried to catch her eyes as he said, “Violet? Violet, can you please talk to me? Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. I want to talk to you, please Violet.”

Since Violet had been released from the hospital and stayed at her aunt and uncle’s house, Greg had been coming and visiting her everyday. It had been a week and all he wanted was to talk to Violet, but every time he went near her, Violet walked out. She refused to talk to him, she wouldn’t even look at him. A few days ago, she even closed the door in his face and refused to let him in.

Violet stopped walking. Trying to control herself, she forcefully pulled his hand away from her arms.

Still not looking at him, Violet coldly said, “I have nothing to say. We have nothing to talk about. You better leave. Go home and leave me alone.”
She intended to pass through the living room, go upstairs, and return to her own bedroom. Trying to walk away as quickly as she could, she was surprised when Greg suddenly held her tightly from behind.

He held her and hugged her from behind. He was holding her tightly from the waist. She had no strength to try to get away from his grip.
Elsa was still standing by the door when she saw Greg hug Violet. She opted not to interfere and said nothing. Turning around, she walked out the door. She went to the yard to water the flowers.

Enveloped in her husband’s arms, Violet could feel his breath in her ear. She realized that this was the first time that he had held her again, having been apart for quite a long time. It had been a while since she felt this close to him.

Greg, still trying to get Violet to talk to him, said, “Violet, I know you’re sad. I know you’re hurt. I’m also hurt. It is our kid, so please talk to me. Please don’t ignore me like this. Please, Violet,” his voice was starting to break. “I was wrong. You can hit me, shout at me, or swear at me, just please don’t leave me. You know I can’t do this without you.”

These past few days, Greg had started feeling depressed. He was alone at home, Violet never came back home with him. Home felt cold without her and her laughter. He couldn’t sleep and he wasn’t in the mood for work.

At this point, Violet couldn’t hold back her tears, as she thought to herself, ‘Kid – I haven’t heard that word for a long time now. I’ve only been hearing that word in my dreams. Every night, I keep dreaming of a kid calling me mommy. My baby. He keeps holding my hand and I keep him close to my heart.

This will only be in my dreams now.’

After a while, Violet opted to finally open her mouth and talk to Greg, “The moment you lose something, it’s forever gone. There’s no going back, you can never get it or take it back. You’ll forever be left with nothing but a scar. And the pain that came with it cannot be taken away as easily as you want to.”

It hurt Greg to hear those words from his wife, but he still did not let go. He couldn’t just let her go that easily. He held her as tight as he could, thinking he wouldn’t be able to do so again if he let her go now.

Violet continued, her voice breaking, “Greg, I think it’s best if we take a break for a while. Let ourselves heal and calm down for several days, or for how long it takes.”




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