Through Love and Instinct

    The aroma of coffee could be smelled in every corner of the shop. Latte, Cappucino, Brewed, and Black. The atmosphere was a little bit rowdy and loud as the cafe was packed of workers and students combined. Clock says it's 9 am, no doubt the cafe gets this energetic and noisy. I took on the last order for my morning shift and hurriedly removes the apron and cap that I'm wearing. For sure, Justin is annoyed waiting over 30 minutes now. She's not the type to wait for someone longer than 15 minutes. I could honestly see her face screaming at the top of her lungs. I grab my things and hurriedly fixes my self, "Manager! I'll be going now!" I shouted at Peter, the manager of the cafe I'm doing part-time. "Yeah! Be careful on the way! Say hi to Justin for me!" Peter said without turning his head. Blending the last order, I gave to him Peter is the manager/owner of the cafe that I am working at. Justin and I know him eve

  The sound of bumping spoon and fork, the different stories the people inside were talking, the chimes that ringing whenever someone would enter, it's like a well-balanced music ringing to my ear every night being in the counter of this cozy diners. Between the cafe and this place, I find the atmosphere in here more relax and calm. The wood design of Feel at Home makes it more welcoming and relaxing. It feels like we are inside an old house made of nothing but woods. The freshly cooked foods that we are serving would surely salivate anyone's mouth and that alone adds flavor to the homely essence of the diners. The people were happily talking and sharing their experiences. An intimate moment, unlike in the cafe where the customers are usually always in a hurry. The rush hour of dinner time just passed over an hour ago. The staffs were completely taking their break, while I am staring beyond the windowpane along the wooden door. Justin would usua

  Last night is sure the most tiring day I had for the past 19 years. Aside from that rainy lonely night when I runaway. Anyway, the alarm has been going on for over 10 minutes now. I reached for the damn alarm clock and turn it off. Slowly, I open my eyes looking straight into the ceiling. The world is quite spinning. My head is really heavy like I have a 10-kilogram of metal bar on top of my head. After the conversation with that cocky professor last night, I immediately went home. Unable to process all the information from the moment I read the book Justin gave me, to that conversation, I slowly dozed off. And here I found myself, wearing the same clothes I have last night. Eew. Despite having some issues with my head and everything, I need to pull myself up and start my day. There's no time for someone like me to take a rest and take it easy for my life is always on the line. It's been like that for almost five years. Yet, there are still day

  It's a peaceful day. I could actually hear the whispering of the people around and the sound of flipping pages. That's how silent the place is. A smile slowly sneaks to my mouth. Another normal day for me. Well, until I remembered the face of that weird man. I've been thinking of the man that I have encountered in the cafe few days ago. I can still feel my body tensing up and the irritation that I felt when he called me by my full name. He's really weird, thankfully after placing the cappuccino, he left. If he hadn't left that moment, I swear I must have lost control over my temper and beat the hell out of him.  "Have you watched the news, Austin?" Justin said beside me scattering my thoughts.  We are inside the library once again. Rather, she went to my pad and dragged me here. Said that I haven't been in the library and I need to let the gears of my mind move if I don't want it to be rusty.   "What news?" I said clo

'Before they arrived at Apollo'   It's hot and painful. I could feel my skin tearing apart from my body and the unbearable pain flowing right through it. My hands are tied into a silver pole while the fire beneath me is burning not just the outside of my body, but also the inside. I have wounds all over me, multiple stabs, broken bones, blood gushing out but it's not as painful as seeing someone you truly treasure watching you being tortured by hundreds of people with such satisfaction in their face. That's the most painful punishment I could ever received in my life. No other weapon could inflict much greater pain in me than those pair of eyes. The eyes that was once looked at me with such concern, warmth and love is now looking at me with a hint of fear in them. How ironic. Slowly, I am losing my consciousness. My eyes are becoming heavy and I'm starting to feel numb. I can't feel any part of my body anymore.Tiredness is