Clover Hon. Clover Hon. Clover Hon.
Clover counted the number of times her name appeared on the television. It seemed as though every channel was ablaze with news concerning her. True or otherwise, nobody seemed to care. They just wanted to keep up with the latest trending topic.
When did she have a one-night stand with Kyle? Nor aborted a baby? Or even on sex drugs?
Her hand holding the remote control trembled. She couldn't bring herself to change the channel again, knowing that it was going to be another disappointment. Maybe it wasn't her place to speak about pride, but those made-up stories the media amplified were going overboard.
Sheer curtains were swaying in the wind, and pages of the unattended magazine on the table were left flipping. Propping her chin on her palm, she toyed with the purple succulents that looked like they were enjoying their moments of life better than her. Being a human was tiring. Having feelings wasn't a joyful thing. As tears welled up in her eyes, s
