"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.

"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

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