Chapter 5Megan: third person's point of view.
"Megan Spencer! You are so dead!"
She was in the midst of reading the letter for the twenty-eighth time when she accidentally threw the food she was holding with her other hand. Megan was munching the very last bits of her beloved apple when she heard Andrea's voice booming outside of her unit and damn it, her poor apple went rolling on the tiled floor.
"What the heck, Drea?" She shouted back.
"Open the door."
"Aw, come on, mom! I just dropped my breakfast on the floor-"
"For the love of... don't make me wait!"
Pouting at the delicacy, she mindlessly threw it in the trash bin beside the sink and ran towards the mahogany door and unlocked it, revealing a red and fuming Andrea waiting impatiently on the other side.<
Chapter 6Aster: third person's point of view.-He did not get a wink of sleep.Or even rest.At. All.Tossing and turning, sitting up, contemplating about his sudden life decisions and then start tossing and turning again isn't really resting, and now the sleepy Aster is definitely not in the mood to do anything heroic at the moment.Well, he barely does anything heroic anyway.For the nth time, he sat up and rubbed his face with his cold palms. Standing up groggily, he headed straight to the bathroom to wash off his morning breath and any stray saliva at the places other than his mouth. No one likes that.After the quick morning routine, he prepared his breakfast... If a granola bar is even considered as one. Moving on!He threw the plasti
Chapter 7Megan: third person's point of view.-It was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon when Megan woke up from her long nap and she hasn't eaten anything yet except for that humble granola bar since the day started, how nice.Holding her head, she stood up and went out of her room, occasionally swaying to the side and sighing. She eyed the Chinese takeout from the kitchen counter and took a bowl, a spoon, and a fork. She pouted and started eating the noodles and soup quietly, not minding the cold air of November seeping through her sweats.She probably would have gone for a short stroll at a bakery or at the small coffee shop somewhere in the vicinity if she wasn't feeling sullen. Heck, she would have watched the first snowfall outside with Damien if yesterday's events didn't happen.She dropped the noodles back into the c
Chapter 8Megan: third person's point of view.—Still pulling Mr. Hot Cheetos on his long sleeves, the both of them turned left on a wide alley, following the icy sidewalk near the corner and passing by a big library. Small amounts of snow are still falling from the empty sky as she inhaled the cold, sweet air of the not so busy street. She glanced back at her companion, slightly confused with his silence. Shrugging, she didn't remove her exposed hands from the taller guy's arm.The stranger who apparently hates going out in the cold turned silent. Minutes ago, the two were bickering about the weather and what happened the night before. Why he suddenly stopped talking, she decided not to pry any further. Annoying him was more than enough to satisfy her need for laughter."Cheeto, where do you wanna go?"He grunted, sta
Chapter 9Aster: third person's point of view.—Little did she know, Aster was really considering the idea of burying her in the snow.You can't blame his annoyance to the gorgeous lady, who just threw a snowball at his back."Hey!""Loosen up, grumpy Cheeto! Don't kill me inside your mind!"Should I regret coming with this hyper woman? Just what did she have for breakfast? One tub of sugar?"Aster."He turned around, only to see her grin mischievously. "Come on, let's get sick!"He crouched down, subtly gathering some snow with his gloves, his eyes still boring through Megan's hazel ones. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"She snorted and twirled a strand of her hair, batting her eyelashes. "It just hap
Chapter 10Megan: third person's point of view.—Thanks.That's what was messily written on the paper Megan found on her doormat after changing her clothes that afternoon. She fought back the smile that was threatening to appear on her lips as she imagined what Aster would have looked like while attempting to write something nice.This...this is something I doubt he would do to someone else.She may or may not have squealed a few times.Now smiling, she opened the door, approaching the unit in front. She even forgot to wear her trusty flip flops but who cares?She knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, she heard something faint shuffling a few times.He's here.Biting her lip, she went
Chapter 11Megan: third person's point of view.—"Ethan Marx, stop tapping your foot on the ground! It's annoying!""I don't care, Maru!"She rolled her eyes at her older brother. "Stop calling me that, I don't know what it means."It's true. Ethan kept calling her Maru since they were kids, way back in the Philippines, and until now, she doesn't know why. The girl rolled her eyes at the annoying man called Ethan Marx Spencer."Good grief, stop!"Of course, he only laughed harder, even holding his stomach and throwing his head backward."Oh, Maru, I don't know what to do with you."Still dramatic as ever. How does Andrea tolerate this human being every single day?
Chapter 12Megan: third person's point of view.-Megan squinted her eyes, removed her glasses and put it back on.Oh my gosh, It really is her.Without having any second thoughts, she embraced the woman tightly. Her breathing went ragged as she sighed deeply, burying her face into the woman's neck."No words can explain how much I'm shocked right now."She felt her gently pat her head, like what she would normally do back then. "Me too, I missed you guys so much."They stayed like that for a while, swaying left and right and letting the cold air brush pass by their shoulder."How's Ethan?""He's actually at my apartment right now," Megan answered, breaking away fr
Chapter 13Aster: third person's point of view.-Lois SantosShe is here.After receiving the text from his cousin, he suddenly felt the urge to run away again.He's torn between returning to his hometown or staying hidden at his apartment for the time being.It can't be... Did Lois tell her?Of course, there's no other possible way for her to know if my cousin didn't do it.Good grief.So now he's at his bedroom, staring blankly in the mirror, checking himself out. His whole body was covered with several layers of clothing, his countenance can barely be seen through his black mask and glasses.Sighing, he took off his scarf and put it back to the c