I felt like it was my fault

The doorbell rang and Kyhe got up from the couch and brought his snack to the kitchen. His plans were to make Jhonia think he’s not eating, and she is to be blamed for it. The maid went and opened the door letting Jhonia and Kuwain inside. After entering the house. Jhonia came face to face with someone who paused her completely, it was as if she was frozen in time.

“Jhonia, are you okay? You suddenly look a bit, am not sure what to call it.” Kuwain called and asked her, as he claimed about why he asked his question. 

It was as if she was stuck in time of what was playing before her eyes. Someone she knows and holds dearly like a father, a teacher from the past, someone she thought she would never see again. He is seated on the couch in the hallroom of the Knights home with none other than Kyhe’s father, Mr. Knight.

“Jhonia. Hey, are you hearing me?” Kyhe returned from the kitchen and saw Jhonia, he called her name and when she