"I can't believe this. Earlier, I was just worrying about Grant. And here you are, Triton! Adding to the problem! Is your brain damaged? At

"Why?" I asked her.

“I am tired, Yveon. It’s already eight o’clock in the evening. It’s time to go to sleep. I'll sleep now,” he said and continue walking.  He didn't even look at me. He held on to the support of the stairs, didn’t look back, he just stood. When he said that he left completely and he entered his room. I was so pissed that time. That is the first time he told me he's going to sleep at eight o’clock? What the hell! He was sleeping for about eleven or twelve. When morning comes. I didn't bother talking to him anymore. If he won't approach me, he won't! I tried communicating to him but he fucking ignored me, that's what at least I can do. I ignored my pride but he didn’t want to ask, so let go. After that we never talked. Daya's asking me always what's wrong. Why do I look fucking exhausted and why in recent days have I been quiet. That's also the questio

“What's wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked me. I shook my head, “I'm crying because I'm happy,” I said, but no, I'm not. He touched my cheek. “That makes me so fucking happy… but for now, go inside your house and go to the place where you belong." I was so confused about what he said. What does he mean? “I'll go now. Take care.” He turned around and left immediately. I was still standing there until I heard a break in an upstairs room. I saw shadows of two people inside Triton's place until I found myself running towards his room. When I opened it, I immediately saw Triton. He sat down and leaned against the wall. He was okay, but he looks exhausted and tired. My eyes widened, and I immediately approached him. “What happened? Are you okay?” I asked him. I felt a shiver. I do not know what I will do. 

"That person just taught me in a subject. Who am I to refuse? Then when I taught her… she invites me to eat, and she treats it. It tastes better when it's free.” “Really?” “Yes, tell me first. Are you jealous of her? Are you jealous?” he asked, so I kicked him even more. “Hey, that's the second one!” “Are you yelping?” “No, but every fistic must have a replacement.” “What?” I asked. He grinned while closing his eyes and snout. I winced and immediately slapped his lips. He opened his eyes, and jokingly covered his lips. “Seriously, you're already hurting me, and we don't even have a label. What if there's already? May you have beaten me up? But it's okay; it's good that I love you. Just give me a one kiss.” I got up and imm