Mag-log in“I do have a life.” I whisper. “And she is in it.” I hear a scoff. “I have put up with everything until now. I have been silent and watched you dally around in this thing called ‘love’, but you seem to forget that I too carry the burden of our parents’ unfortunate exit from this world and seeing
- KILLIAN - “I was stunned to arrive and see absolutely no one at home. A teenage girl should not be left alone during episodic phases like these. What if she harmed herself?” Our family doctor was packing her things and getting ready to leave. I stand, my hand still tucked into Hazel’s hand
- KILLIAN - I was in my home office when the call came, disrupting my silence so late at night. It ticked me off, vexed every single bit of me because I wondered who would have the audacity to call me at such a late hour. Especially because I could have been sleeping. It was not until I saw the
- HAZEL - I tie my hair up in a messy bun and stare at myself in my bathroom mirror, the one glued above the sink. My toothbrush is in my hand. I turn the sink on then rinse my toothbrush for a short while before grabbing a toothpaste. I press the paste on my brush. I begin to brush my teeth
- HAZEL - My eye lashes fluttered into a confused blink. What? What did Liam mean? My body leaned forward uncontrollably and I banged both my hands against the table at his words. I am panting hard, I did not do anything that made me physically exhausted yet I feel out of breath. “What. . .” I
My eyes narrows. I know Liam and I are not a thing but we are pretending to be. This waiter needs to back the heck up before the only person who is keeping my lonely self company. “Much preferred, thank you.” Liam responds coolly. He has this warm expression on his face yet he does not look any l







