She’s turning into a dried rose, her skin started to change like it was so dry and pale, her eyes were starting to look so deep that it seems like she’s not having a night of proper sleep. She can still smile but it was getting worse that I’m scared that she can’t pretend to smile anymore if she continues to stay like that. She’s getting sick that I don’t know what to do, I can’t show any signs of compassion and I must not; if I do the management might do something not good and I need to protect her on whatever the management is planning to do with her, and don’t want her to leave.
I also discovered that she has asthma but still she managed to get to work, it was a suicide but she still wanted to work because the business needs her but what have they’ve done, they’re not even concerned about her health. Though I want to help her and be with her at those times; I’m working on the other line of my boss’s business. I really want to give her a hug that time but I can’t, it’s not that I’m scared of losing a job but I’m scared that they might make a bad record of her performance because of it. Well, it doesn’t make sense but I don’t know what the management was capable of. I keep wishing that time flies so fast and she survived that pain so she gets home and takes a rest. I feel so horrible that day that she’s suffering and I’m just a sitting duck that can’t even save her.
That was the time that I really appreciate Mr. Chupachups, though he often horseplay around her he did take care of her, he was someone who also respected her, treated her like a sister,, not like the two, well both of them cared and I’m sure of that but maybe with hidden things. Although Mr. Chupachups pushes apple’s anger to its limit, it was a part of their longtime friendship from their previous job that made their friendship stronger even though are some difference but it was a part of it; well it was the time that I really appreciate who he was.
My conscience keeps on bothering me, it’s my mistake not to know first if she has asthma before dragging her to smoke. It was my selfish act, a selfish reason to have a conversation with her. I still remember that I gave her a flavored cigarette that maybe that’s one of the reasons that she continued smoking, and there I am having no time to check her. I want to ask the manager to give her a break but I know that there’s a strong possibility that they won’t even listen.
I ended crying at home in the CR, well no one can read this because I’ll post this one on a hidden page and to those readers who can find this, please don’t publicize the URL