I just hope I will never regret my decisions. Maybe I can just settle for what is happening in the present and...worry for the future.
It's not like love can make things harder, right?
I will have someone to talk to every time I have a hard time, and I will have someone to eat with when I don't feel like eating by myself. I can call someone whenever there is a storm, and the thunder won't stop.
Maybe Auton can be my new family.
That was what I thought before I said those words to him.
"Don't work and study so hard. Every time I will fetch you or whenever I am in your unit, just sit and relax. I will cook. And call me when you are about to do the laundry so I can help you with–""You don't actually think that being my boyfriend means being my part-time maid, right?" I barked into laughter as I interrupted Auton's words.He was saying those words while peeling green mangoes for me, and when I started to chuckle and stop his remarks, the look on his face was hilarious."Auton, you don't have to try so hard!" He had
"Of course, I will stay with you. What is this all about?" He frowned.I chuckled a bit and reached for his face. My fingers trailed from his jaw, his cheek, and ended at the corner of his eyes. I stretched the sides of my lips for a small smile."You know, the first time I saw these pair of Amethyst eyes, I swear it made my heart jump. It was so calming. But when you started to speak and when a girl bumped into me while trying to get to you, I told myself I don't want you." My lips twitched. I pulled myself up and sit beside him."Is tha
"You know how to play this thing?" My eyes widened my index finger pointing at the wooden brown acoustic guitar in Auton's hand.Sure, I know I always see this on the Talk and Chill but never have I imagined that Auton can also play. I thought he was still the type of man who's busy going through different shooting ranges. After all, he was a criminology student.
"Wanted to meet me? Why?" I tried to compose myself. My voice was low and whole, but my legs were already trembling.I know I am strong. I can face every obstacle you will give me, but meeting my boyfriend's parents brought me nothing but fear.According to what Auton told me, his father is a policeman. I haven't heard anything about his mother, making me want to hide and never meet Auton again."Why do you look constipated?" He chuckled. His eyes were smiling, and his lips stretched up to his ears. Gone is his serious face from earlier. I gulped and averted my gaze."Nothing, I think...it was so sudden. We just started dating, and I think–""You aren't ready?" He cut me off. He lifted my chin to make me meet his stare, but I only removed it and pinched my fingers behind my back."You know..." I licked my lips. "I haven't experienced any of these from the past. It was my first time, and I never knew that meeting your boyfriend's parents
"This house looks like a rat's, Terren! Do you really don't want to go with me? The unit that I am occupying is enough for the two of us!" My eyes wandered around the whole place.It was dark and stinky. Terren kept on sweeping the dusty floor, sometimes picking scattered clothes. I sneezed and rubbed my nose before again, sized the place."You don't need to live in here. Our house is even better than this!" I insisted."This room is way better than ours, Ate. Just imagining the picture of that witch is making me puke." Terren shook his head and sighed."This is where I can sleep soundly. Just because you see this as a dirty space doesn't mean it's uncomfortable. Sometimes, the most unexpected place will make you feel safe." he added.Even when I disagree with what he said, I decided to shut my mouth and went towards the plastic table at the corner and trailed my fingers on it, catching a lot of dust."When was the last time you sweep this? The dirt is
What the hell is happening?” I whispered to myself as I glanced at my phone. My eyes darted at the window. It was raining cats and dogs, probably because the summer just ended and the rainy season would start. It was by far, the worst season for me.With the rain pouring hard, classes might be suspended again and I would never get a chance to go out of my unit. My eyes squinted back at the screen of my phone. It had been three days.Auton would never reach out to me even though I kept on sending him text messages. I sent a message through messenger and texts, I know it was sent successfully, but on my messenger, it says delivered, like he had no plans to open it at all.As much as I wanted to go to his house, I couldn't. I don’t know if it was right to visit him when I couldn’t even call him, plus I don’t know what would wait for me if I did. Every morning, I look forward to seeing him in school and talking to him, but this storm seemed l
Chapter 25: Don’t Talk To Me AgainMy heart felt like it had been shattered into tiny bits of glass. All of them fell down on the floor like a big bucket, almost making my ears deaf and hurt by the crashing sound it made as I watched the two people in front of me, like a lovey-dovey couple.Auton Smith, the man who claimed himself as my boyfriend is flirting with an unknown porcelain-skinned woman. My chest went up and down, unable to breathe comfortably as I felt the tears building up at the corners of my eyes. How could he stand there like he left no woman behind? How could touch another woman who is not me when he clearly promised he’d never hurt me?I gasped. With my heavy, throbbing heart, I prodded towards him. “Auton Smith!” I called his name in a voice I didn’t know I had. My tone was a mixture of a girl who was trying hard to contain all her emotions inside, but with utter anger slowly sipping into my veins.Th
To lead a life worth living, to make money, and give my brother the best things in the world.That was my motivation ever since I worked in this place."Tayla, it's time!" Ella, my best friend yelled at me when she saw me at the counter. I wiped the sweat on my forehead using my hand and nodded at her.Tonight is one of those nights where I need to change from being a waitress to a part-time singer in this bar. I have been working here for about a year. On Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I work only as a waitress but every Thursday and Saturday nights, I am also a singer.My mom and dad both died in a car crash when I was twelve. I was about to have my graduation ceremony in elementary when that happened, they just got out of work and excited to go to the venue. That time, my graduation ceremony just ended when my Aunt's shaking voice and tearful eyes, welcomed me, telling me that my pa