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"I'm useless in this world! Why do I even have to go through all this?" Celestia snapped.
"There's a reason for everything. Are you always going to give up every time life knocks you down?" Lala replied calmly.
"Look at me, Lala. I do nothing but feel my way around like a fool!" Celestia shouted, hurling a vase across the room in frustration.
"You know what, I'll just make us coffee. You sit down and take a breather."
"Thanks… and sorry, Lala. You're the guest here, yet you're the one doing everything." I reached out and held her hand, thankful for her presence.
"Come on, don't sweat it. I'm not some VIP. Besides, I'm your friend—and friends help each other," she said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze before heading to the kitchen.
Lala and I had been best friends since we were kids. Our moms were close too, which probably explains why we ended up glued to each other growing up. We were classmates all the way from elementary school, and even now in high school, we're still inseparable.
Honestly, I'm grateful I still have her around. Most students either ignore me or bully me because of my condition. But not Lala. She reads my test papers for me, helps me understand lessons, and visits my house without fail just to make sure I'm doing okay.
Sometimes though, she startles me when she suddenly speaks—I end up breaking whatever's in my hand. I'm not deaf, but with the damage in my head, it takes me a moment to sense things around me. She knows that, yet she still sneaks up on me just to see what I'm doing.
"Here's the coffee, made with love by your sweet best friend," Lala said, placing the cup on the table.
"Shut the f*ck up!" I yelled, startled by her sudden voice.
"HAHAHA! Calm down, Celestia—it's just me! You should be used to this by now," she laughed.
"How am I supposed to get used to your creepy habit of sneaking around in silence?" I grumbled.
"Sorry, sorry! But seriously, try this coffee. It's not too hot, so you won't burn your tongue if you spill it a bit," she said with a grin.
"Thanks." I took a sip. It was surprisingly good. "Hey, why don't you open a coffee shop? You could earn some extra income."
"What? Hahaha! That coffee came from your fridge, Celestia. That's not my recipe. Don't overhype it," she laughed harder.
"Haha, what's wrong with joking around once in a while? But seriously, wouldn't you want to try it?"
"I guess it's possible… but who's going to manage it while we're at school?"
She paused for a moment, probably thinking of a way to make it work.
"You can hire staff to run the shop. Then during break time, we can hang out there too," I suggested.
"You know what? You have a point. Alright, I'll give it a shot—but you have to promise to help me, okay? I can't do it alone."
"Of course! I may be blind, but I'm smart, remember?" I teased.
"Sure, Celestia. Like I'd even try to argue with that—'cause it's true. You're way smarter than I am," Lala replied with her usual sarcastic tone.
We both burst into laughter. It felt good—light, normal. That was the one thing I could be proud of, my brain. Even though I lost my sight when I was a child, I was blessed with a sharp mind.
Blind, but smart.
While Lala and I were laughing and savoring the delicious coffee she made, Mama arrived — one of my favorite people God ever created. Aside from being caring, she never gives up on me, especially when I start to lose hope because of my condition.
I tend to make mistakes easily, but Mama always understands where I'm coming from.
"Looks like you two are having fun without me," Mama said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, hello, Auntie! Good morning! Would you like some coffee? I'll make you a cup," Lala offered cheerfully.
"No need. And hey, don't call me 'Auntie' — that just makes me feel older," she replied with a playful scowl.
"Oh no, not at all! You look so fresh!"
"Just listen to Mama, Lala. If you don't want her to skip cooking you a delicious dinner later," I joked.
"Exactly," Mama chimed in, then headed to her room to clean up. She had just come home from work, so she needed to change first.
Her name is Honia. Yes, a rather unusual name, right? She's forty-five years old, and she really hates being called "Auntie" — she insists she's not that old.
She always takes on extra work just to provide for our needs and to help pay for my treatment. Nothing much has changed despite the long time we've spent on this.
There are days when I feel completely hopeless, but she's the one who insists I keep going, even if the treatment costs a lot. Mama always tells me never to lose hope — that my eyes will heal someday.
"Auntie really has a funny side, huh?" Lala said, breaking the silence.
"She does. But she can be really serious too. Still, I think it's better if you just call her 'Mama' from now on."
Got it, babe. Here's the English version of your scene, cleaned up with proper grammar, clearer flow, and natural dialogue — while keeping the emotional tone intact.
"Hey, by the way... do you have any plans today?" she asked. "If you're not doing anything, maybe you can come with me. I haven't been out in a while. Only if you're okay with it, Lala."
It had been a long time since she last went out. The last time she remembered was when her mother used to take her to a small park. She had to admit she never really enjoyed those moments — mostly because she couldn't see her surroundings clearly. All she could do was feel the air around her and listen carefully to the sounds nearby.
"I'm not doing anything today," Lala replied. "Where do you want to go? I'll take you."
Celestia hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "It's a little embarrassing to say, but... can we go to JC's house?"
Yes — JC. Her current boyfriend. But she wasn't sure if he truly loved her. He still hadn't introduced her to his parents. That's why she wanted to go herself — to finally meet them and show that she existed.
It was scary, especially given her condition, but she was ready to accept whatever happened — even if it hurt.
"That's not a good idea, Celestia," Lala said firmly. "You might just end up making your druggie boyfriend mad."
"He should be happy, actually. I'm the one making the effort to go to him," she replied, half-joking.
"You know how that addict's mind works. When was the last time he even took you out? Or visited you?"
"Don't call him a druggie," she said softly. "And besides... I'm still thankful that someone actually fell for me — despite my condition."
"Gambling's a trend these days," Lala sighed. "Honestly, if I didn't love you, I would've strangled you by now."
Celestia let out a small laugh. She knew Lala only wanted to protect her, but her desire to see JC, even just once, was stronger.
"But fine," Lala gave in. "I'll go with you — but just this once, okay?"
"I knew you couldn't say no to me," Celestia smiled warmly. "And I promise — this will only happen once."
Thanks for the follow-up, babe. This continuation deepens Celestia's emotional state, and it's a good moment of internal conflict. Let's clean up the grammar, flow, and phrasing into English while preserving her feelings of fear, denial, and longing.
"Oh fine, fine. It's nothing," Lala said, waving it off — and just like that, the two of them burst into laughter, as if no one else existed in the world but them.
Celestia was scared of what might happen. But she was more afraid of playing the fool for too long. It didn't really matter to her if JC's parents would reject her — because if he truly accepted her, then he wouldn't care what anyone else thought, not even his family.
She knew — deep down — that it felt like she was the only one fighting for their relationship now. He barely checked in. Sometimes, she even thought she passed by him in the street, but he didn't say a word. He just looked away. Avoided her.
Who knows, right? Maybe they really did cross paths... but she wouldn't know — not when she couldn't see.
She already knew there was a high chance things would go badly. She knew she might end up hurt — badly — from the things she could find out or hear. But for now, she chose to hold on. Just for a little longer. Just until her heart could let go on its own.