Mag-log inTony stepped out of the house while rubbing his eyes. The air was soft and quiet, the usual morning calm that wrapped the whole street. But something felt off. Someone stood near Mrs Chen’s garden, half hidden by the flowers she loved so much.His gaze locked on the figure and his brows pulled together. The person looked familiar, but he could not place the face from that distance.Huh? Who is that?The neighborhood was quiet as ever. Everyone stayed indoors, pretending not to care but secretly waiting for trouble to happen so they could run their mouths. Ever since Kaira left, the street had been too peaceful. No eyes peeking from windows. No whispers, nor Mrs Chen patrolling her garden like a soldier.Tony sighed.Could it be Kaira? Perhaps she became worried about him and came back to check on him, but she did not want anyone to see her. Maybe she thought hiding behind Mrs Chen’s precious garden would help.His heart jumped.If it is Kaira, then I'd better reach her fast before tha
Kaira's POV"Why did you do it?"The question came out of me in a hoarse whisper before I could stop myself.Damian’s brow lifted slightly. He didn’t answer.... and just watched me, confused, waiting.I cleared my throat, trying to recover. "Ahem… you know what I meant. I mean…"My face twisted with irritation as my thoughts scrambled uselessly. I knew what I wanted to ask, but the words just wouldn’t come out in order."Why? You don’t like it here?" Damian asked calmly. "If you really don’t...""Says who? I so love it here."The words fell out of my mouth before I even realized what I’d said.I froze.Wait… what? What did I just say?I hated being near Damian. My skin was on fire, my heart was a mess, my brain wasn’t even mine anymore... and yet I still didn’t want to leave when I had the chance? That wasn’t me. That was… I don’t know. A malfunctioning version of me.Damian didn’t look away and just kept staring quietly.Sheepishly, I bit down hard on my thoughts.Why is he looking
Kaira's POV"What do you mean?" I whispered, unsure of what was happening."He wants you to share his space," Vincent said. The words sounded strange even to him.I blinked twice, pretending I did not hear him. "Huh?"Vincent cleared his throat and repeated it more clearly."He wants you over, ma'am.""I do not..." I began sharply. The annoyance pushed into my voice before I could stop it. My face twisted in irritation, but I cut myself off.No. I should not talk like this. Calm down, Kaira.I told myself silently and let out a quick breath. I had promised myself I would control my anger at least until I left his house.My eyes moved toward Damian, and I curled my lips in quiet distaste, choosing not to say anything."What do you mean?" I whispered, unsure of what I had just heard."He wants you to share his space," Vincent said. The words sounded stiff, even to him.I blinked twice, playing dumb. "Huh?"Vincent cleared his throat and repeated himself in a firmer tone."He wants you
Kaira's POVWe stepped out of the elevator at last. Inside, the silence felt tight and airless, as if the walls were pressing in. I could feel Damian’s gaze sharpening on me the whole time, heavy and impossible to ignore, but I forced myself to stay still. I kept my eyes down and my mouth shut. I did not trust myself to speak. One word and everything boiling inside me would burst out.It was the same quiet shell I used to retreat into whenever I got bullied at home or when Tonia’s friends mocked me. Back then, staying calm was easy. But with Damian, it felt impossible. Every small thing about him twisted my chest, irritated my nerves, pushed at a part of me I could not explain. Since he stepped into my life, everything had started shifting in strange, unsettling ways.We approached the car. It was the same one he used when he showed up at my house. He seemed attached to it, almost protective of it.My eyes drifted to Mr. Stewart before I realized what I was doing.Then it hit me.Oh m
The camera drifted along the busy city street. The morning sun glowed warmly over the sidewalks, bright and loud compared to the soft, dim lights coming from the small cinema ahead of them."Seriously, you are not eating anything?" Jason asked as he studied Camille."I'm not. But if you are hungry..." Camille began, but he cut in before she could finish."No, I'm not hungry. It's because of you," Jason replied. "You didn’t eat anything before we left the house."Camille stopped walking. She stared at him, her shoulders slumping, her face drained of every bit of energy she had left."Did you?" she asked in a weak voice, before letting out a heavy sigh and keeping her gaze on the ground."Then why do you keep talking about food like I'm the only one who skipped it? when..." She paused and lifted her head slowly. Her eyes met his. "Why are you making it sound like I'm the problem?"Jason’s gaze stayed on her, full of worry he could not hide."Hey, don't overdo it," she said sharply, t
Kaira's POV.It is him.The words slipped out in my mind in a low, shaky whisper as the truth finally settled in.Still held against him, I blinked hard, not wanting to accept what my eyes were telling me. But then he called my name again, "Kaira," his gaze locked on me like he wanted to read every thought in my head.That was when I knew I could not hide anymore. It is really him.My mind scattered. What do I say to him now? How do I act normal after he saw... after everything that just happened? The shame rushed back and my stomach tightened again.No. I shut my eyes fast. His eyes widened a little, noticing it.While I was still lost in thought, trying to decide whether to speak or disappear, Damian helped me stand upright. His hand stayed on my shoulder, warm and steady."How do you feel now?" he asked. His voice was calm and gentle, the kind that made my heartbeat jump even more.I opened one eye slowly, testing the moment, almost afraid of what I would see next.His gaze stayed







