The ceiling reminds me of the ceiling in Anne's apartment—white and plain like pure emptiness—I have my own room there. Me and Sophie would be running around in our room but only that I would her because she couldn't walk yet. I miss her so much. So damn much. Walking up to the thoughts of her starters my heart knowing I was able to forget my responsibility of me taking care of her instead of my best friend. It's my job but I'm here having a broken heart because I was so willing in giving my heart and trust to someone who is still in love with his ex. Sophie wouldn't be happy if she finds this out when she grow enough to understand things. Anne trusted me that me that I am here to fix what I left broken with Simon but last night, I didn't think I fixed it. I was confessing. Confessing. And he is leaving. It felt like a twice stab on my heart but I didn't show it him. I couldn't find the strength to even get the tears out. I was suddenly broken and empty. He's going to be living wit
I have no idea where we're going. All I know is I need to be away from Emma far as I could. Dragging Era out of the house is the best idea I could have but then like the rest of my heart, I know nothing else except driving away without exact destination to go to. I dont want to be home right now. Its not best if we there. If I would be there, I know I will only keep thinking and overthinking because that's how I am. This tight feeling in my chest is slowly slipping away as the road gets quieter, the wind outside the window plays with our skin, and Era keeps her words inside her for the first hour. From time to time, she makes sure she doesn't look at me and ask what happened. I knew she saw it in her own eyes. And I feel so embarrassed because just last night she saw Cooper and Ana and this morning it was Emma and Mark. I feel so stupid bringing Era with me but she can't stay there with two strangers. She still holding her bag to her lap and I wonder if she ever wanted to ask me if s
I finally said it. There's no turning back now. It's out in the open and I know how much shocking it is to him. Simon doesn't blink for next the ten seconds, he just stares at the wide open space in front of us. When he doesn't say anything yet, I think he wants me to say something more about it like convince him that it's true and this isnt a game I am playing. I gather the thoughts I need to say but I know somehow some of them will fail to come out. “Her name is Sophie. Two years ago, when I left Holy Cross, I was pregnant and Brad never knew about her.” I take a breath again. Simon finally looks at me again. “What do you mean he didn't know?” He sounds angry but keeping home of himself. I stutter and want to go on without him blowing this up. “We broken up before I even knew. Remember the night found me with my brine bike? That was night I found out I was pregnant.” I sigh deeply remembering that night. It was one of the fearful stare that I ever been. I was full of anxiety. T
Saturday night when I finally decide to give Anne a call. My heart beats miles away from here and I just can't wait to tell her the good news. For sure she would be as happy as a running deer. That's who she is just being happy for my own happiness. Nothing ever compares the feeling of this to finally have Sophie with me. To live with me without worrying about Simon's reaction because he is happy. I'm glad that he didn't try point my mistakes or judgemental about it. I am one of the happiest girls ever alive.“Come on, Anne. Pick up the phone.” I whisper as a prayer. I bite on my lips as the phone continues to ring. She doesn't answer. I try again. Once. Twice. Four time. Nothing. Then I have to try again. She finally answers. There's a random noises in the background. It's been a while since I hear her voice and I can't even make out where she is. “Hello? Anne?” “Yes?” She pants, catching her breath. “Hey, sorry about that. It's just that Sophie is a wild kid. She keeps running a
When I get home from the grocery store, there's a white envelope sitting on my doormat. On the back of it Emma's name is written on right bottom part. I feel a sudden excitement what's inside it. I never heard of her ever since that morning. I know I'm supposed to be mad at her but I can't stop thinking about her these days that passed. I unlock the front door. Sit the bags on the counter and go to my room so I can focus on reading it alone. My bed isn't made it so that's not interesting really. If she's going to tell me to come with her in LA, I would never hesitate. I would do it. If she will say she doesn't love Mark anymore, that will be the time I will tell her that I can forgive and start over again. No matter what, I'm just gonna love the what I do now. A text enters into my notification, distracting me for a second. It's Era. I grab my phone and see what she says : Sophie will be here in an hour. Come straight here if you get home. :)I type fast and reply: at home, be there
I remember when I turned sixteen, with everyone gathered in the living room. When I say everyone, what I mean is my family and Simon's family. Mrs. Wellis, Kris, Simon's mother, was holding a pink cake while my mother was lifting the banner that says Happy Sweat 16.With a funny bold text in it, I couldn't stop laughing because of 'sweat' word instead of 'sweet'. Anyways, I enjoyed that day. Well almost not. My father went home with a friend. Kim wasn't there because she has date that time. But Simon was totally there. He was never absent in my special day. The thing is that day, I wish he didn't show up because my father' s friend brought his pretty daughter. She was wearing a black skirt. Her hair was in a high ponytails. Her blue denim jacket was matching with her eyes. In short, she was pretty. Pretties than I ever could. While she was all that, I was wearing a dress with its sleeves kept falling to my shoulders because it didn't fit me. Simon had her his eyes on her the entire ti
The moment I hold her hand I never want to let it go. Even how rough the road may seem, her laugh is a sound of bright days. Her eyes shines even in the dark and it's addicting. I was guilty not wanting to be with Era for tonight. I just want to know Anne a little bit. Maybe that sounds selfish but it's how I feel. If it doesn't click then I won't go further. She seems nice. She's kind in her words like they're precious pearls. “Do you want some ice cream?” I ask after when we finally find a bench near the shore. I figure she's not the kind of girl who would for wild rides like this. But she rode the horse with me. What I like about her so far is that she just keeps a smile on and laughs at my silly jokes. I could see Emma on her. A prt of her in Anne. “I don't really like ice cream though. But I would like some popcorn and soda.” She says, patting the seat before she sits on it. When I come back with her orders, a tall guy is talking to her. His face is not familiar at all. He h
The moment my alarm turns off, I get up fast on my bed and fix it. This morning should be possible only for Era. I'm planning on taking Anne around the town in the afternoon but this morning should be slotted only for her and us. I finished the painting almost 4 in the morning. There were a lot of pauses because I have to think what should be the color of the leaves. Era loves sage green colors. I saw that she changed their living room pain into it. Why do I already feel like I missed her so much now? I place the canvas into a huge paper bag, thankfully it fits right in. I head out of the house and run across the yard. When I reach to the front porch, her father is yanking off a nail with a hammer. It feels like I never seen him around the past days or even week now. I wave a hand. He eyes me with a crumpled face. But it's not because he's mad or something. He's just concentrating on what's he's doing. Then he smiles a little like he's happy seeing me. "Oh, hey there, kid.” He re