I stood in front of the door, not ready to go in but too tired to keep stalling. My chest rose and fell slowly as I sucked in a deep breath and released it through trembling lips. Then I knocked—twice, sharp."Come in," Mr. Charles called from inside.The door gave a little squeak as I pushed it open. He didn’t look up."Good day, Mr. Charles," I said, voice calm but distant.He was surrounded by papers. It was always like this—his desk drowning in scattered documents that looked important but probably weren’t."Oh, hmm," he finally muttered, barely glancing up. "Miss Sharon. You still haven’t made the payment for the publication."My body tensed. So that was the first thing on his mind."Sir, I have no money for that. I’m barely hanging on." I eased into the nearest chair, hoping he didn’t see the way my fingers gripped the edge.He hummed again. "You’ll have to find it. I sent you the final draft already."My phone was somewhere deep in my bag. I fished it out, thumbs fumbling as I
“Look who finally showed up. Couple of the year,” Felix said, dragging himself off the sofa with a lazy grin.“It’s been a while,” I replied, smiling politely and giving a small wave.“I’ve been around,” I responded setting my handbag on the table like I owned the place. “How’ve you been?” He asked sitting up.“Well, I’m good.” I gave a half-smile. Honestly, I never imagined we'd ever reach the point of basic civility, but here we were. Felix wasn’t as unbearable as I once thought—at least not when he wasn’t trying too hard to be funny.“What’s happening in school?” he asked, stretching as he grabbed his phone. His yawn halfway through the sentence made me roll my eyes.Felix was worse than Jayden. He only ever came to class when something was on the line—like ‘pass or repeat’ level serious.“Nothing much. Just lectures and final project prep.”“I swear, I can’t wait for graduation. I’m exhausted,” he muttered, collapsing back on the couch like the world owed him rest.“Says the one
I walked slowly down the hallway. The walls, once painted brown and ash, were now faded and chipped. Peeling paint clung like old memories. Puddles from the morning rain dotted the cracked walkway, reflecting a sky that hadn’t quite decided what it wanted to be.Three years of walking this hallway, and somehow, it still felt like a prison. Two more months. Just two. Then I was out of this hellhole for good.Students buzzed around me, chatting, laughing, rushing past like they were excited to be here. I couldn't relate. What was so thrilling about college? My music blasted through my headphones, drowning out the noise. I tapped my screen—8:30 AM. Already late. But it didn’t matter. The lecturer had texted earlier; he’d be running late too.I sighed. Two months till graduation. And with my birthday coming up—twenty-three—I was desperate to move on from this phase of my life. I was so over it.Bianca had called earlier, and as soon as I stepped into the lab, I spotted her in the front ro
My eyes were just about to flutter closed when my phone beeped. The sharp sound yanked me awake, heart pounding. I grabbed my phone and tapped the screen, but the bright light blinded me for a moment. When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw a message notification. I clicked it. Jayden. My heart instantly thundered in my chest, the air whooshing out of my lungs like I’d just run a hundred meters. I took a shaky, long breath, trying to steady myself before pressing the read button. It had been—what?—48 hours since he ghosted me. Was this real? Or some cruel joke my tired mind was playing? Jayden: Are you up? I blinked at the message. Hell yes, I was up. Even if I were dead, I’d be up for this. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed back: Sharon: Yes. What’s up? Seconds crawled by. One minute. Two. No reply. I was about to lay back down, heart sinking again, when the phone suddenly rang. Jayden. His name flashing on the screen made my chest leap. I scrambled out of bed in a rush, near
By the time I got home, the sky had already darkened. The kind of darkness that swallowed the last traces of daylight and made the world feel quieter and heavier somehow. I stood outside my door for a moment, thumbing my phone, refreshing like it might suddenly change. Then I slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open. Still, I kept staring at my screen, as if the endless loading would somehow fix everything.I flung my bag onto the floor and headed straight to Ava’s room. Maybe just hearing another voice would stop the buzzing in my head. Knock knock.I paused before opening the door. Ava was lying on her bed, headphones on, completely absorbed in whatever she was listening to. The mattress dipped under my weight as I sat down on the edge. I tapped her foot gently. She jumped — totally caught off guard.“Ava, I think my phone is broken. Can you call me?” I forced a lightness in my voice, but it came out shaky, unconvincing. Deep down, I wanted to believe that was the only rea
I lay on the bed trying to force sleep, but it didn't come. My eyes burned from crying, yet they stubbornly refused to close. The quiet around me was maddening. The kind of silence that screams. I reached out and retrieved my phone from the corner I tossed it, my hand slightly trembling. I dialed the number again. Still blocked.Of course.I hesitated, then dialed his second number. Thank goodness it went through. It rang again... and again. No answer.I hung up before it could cut itself. My thumb hovered over my daily pad just as a message came in.Jayden: "I'd like to be left alone. If you insist, I'll block you everywhere else."Thump. My heart lurched like it wanted to explode out of my chest. I sat there on the bed, biting my tongue to stop the tears from spilling, but my body didn’t listen. A shudder ran through me. My arms instinctively wrapped around my knees as if trying to hold myself together. One tear slid down my face as I blinked blankly at the message.Nothing hurt mor