Saturday morning, I found our lovely neighbor, Mrs Jeffrey, placing her pile of laundry into one of the machines on the ground floor of our apartment building. I settled for the other machine beside her. She looked up upon seeing me. I smiled. "You're back," she noted. I love Mrs Jeffrey and her family. There was no one here who didn't like the Jeffreys. The children were very adorable. I mostly adore Sam and her flashy smile and non-stop blabbering. She dreamed of becoming a superstar someday, and I could see her achieving it. Mr and Mrs Jeffrey have two kids, Liam and Sam. Liam was fourteen, intelligent and good-looking, while Sam was eight but acted like she was already eighteen. Mr Jeffrey works as a janitor and sometimes does some bartending jobs in a club nearby. They don't have much, but I love seeing them together. They always seem happy and content. I sometimes visualize my future family like theirs: simple, happy and dominated by love. "Well, I can't skip school
Even before my phone began ringing, I knew that it was Kelsea. I was tempted not to answer her, but my sister needed me. I do not know how to help her, though. I mean, I saw everything that had happened between her and Marcus. Other people might call that shallow, but I wouldn't. Marcus was a good guy. Really. He was dying to meet his psychological need, and my sister could not provide that for him. Although some might say it was the obvious choice, it still didn't justify his lying and cheating. What happened to his promise of loyalty and commitment towards my sister? I seriously wanted to punch the guy so hard he would have the bruise on his face serve as a brand, marring him for life-a great reminder for hurting Kelsea. On the one hand, my sister did the exact opposite, and I got nothing to say to her but praises. She was brave enough to say goodbye or even just talk to him after what he had done. So I had no choice but to answer my phone, which was lying beside me on Kyl
MATT I thought I had seen enough heartbreaking stories and strong people, but watching Katherine's sister made me realize I haven't seen it all. She was able to face the perpetrator in the face and actually say goodbye in an endearing way to him. I salute her for her bravery. I was all hands down to her. Aside from Katherine, I found another mortal as interesting. Maybe that trait runs strongly in their blood, hereditary or something. I had wanted to watch more of what happened to Kate's sister, but seeing that she was going to call Kate, I decided to give them a little privacy. Besides, I owe Katherine that. I had already delved into their history, which she wasn't so pleased about, even if I hadn't seen them doing something gross. There was a burning sensation in my gut. It was a feeling I hadn't encountered in a long while. My brows were furrowed as I had long ago stopped sympathizing with mortals. Yet, I couldn't help but wish I could put a curse on the man who chose a f
I cannot believe it. I cannot freaking believe it.I had tried a gazillion times to convince Aunt to come with me to the mall but not even once was I successful while my sister had merely arrived and yet she was able to convince Aunt Hilda to go shopping with her upon our arrival in the house.
MATTI do not know if I should be happy about what I had learned or should I start writing my resignation letter right now? I gave out a grunt and allowed myself to sit on the sofa.
KYLE"Wait, what?" I could not believe what Matthew was saying. None of it made sense.
It would have been ridiculous of me to say that the weather seemed to have picked up my mood but with the sky being covered with dark gray clouds ready to pour the heavy rainfall, I stand by my assumption.Ironically, I would have preferred a sunny day. In the very least it might have made the ache in my heart lighter.But who am I kidding?No matter what the weather had been like I'd still feel as broken as I was.My heart had been shattered to thousands of pieces and I have no idea how to put them back or even if it would ever be whole again.The pain, the grief, the loneliness and emptiness I felt was too much. I wished I could just crawl in my bed and cried my way to sleep.But I also knew that I will have to do this sooner or later.There was no use for stalling the inevitable.I found myself staring at the gravestone which was staring right back at me on the ground. His name bared boldly on top of it, calling to me."Kyle". I let myself breathe that out falling on my knees just a
PART 4Broken love, broken hearts. The once sweet feeling was now replaced by bitterness and sad memories.Was the love you have always treasured worth keeping?Or is it time to find a new love?* * *KATEI raised a hand above my head, shielding my face from the harsh glare of the sun. I closed my left eye, playing and teasing my vision. Little rays of sunlight peeked through the slit I was creating with my fingers.“Kate!” For a minute, I was tempted to ignore the person calling my name. But then, my stomach betrayed me. It has been a while since I last ate. I was starving.Flashing a practiced smile, I dropped my hand and propped myself up from lying down on the bleachers of the football field of our school.I turned my attention towards the three approaching figures towards me, Annie, Claude, and Shane.From afar, I could visibly see Annie’s face scrunched in what I know was her way of telling me that I was guilty of something.The afternoon sun was high-up. I checked my watch. I o