The familiar manly scent that travels to my nostrils which drugged my entire system. The way he talks. His baritone voice. His endearment to me. His stand. His acts. His everything. Surely, the living ghost of my past. Our world stopped on the corner of this hall. Loud drums and music adopts our silence. It was only him and me along with our racing heartbeats. Until his glittering fascinating blue eyes which used to be my favorite spot, locked to mine.  "I'm not, Amber. I'm not. I'm alive and breathing here across you. I survived for you. I fought life and death for you. I gambled everything… All for you." His voice cracked and in an instant my tears streamed down to my face.  The hate and fear that lurked in me for a long time suddenly vanished away, exchanged by longing and sorrow. I missed him so much. Time and distance separated us but my traitor heart still recognised him. Still wants him and still adoring him. 

"So what are you doing here?" My eyebrows scrunch in confusion when Celestine croaked out.  "Uh— because… It's still my house and my room?" I replied. Thunder on her side chuckled while she rolled her eyes for the nth time.  "Whatever. I am starting to think and feel that you want to sort things out with Blake."  "Wait, what?!" I screeched.  "Isn't it?" she asked with a playful grin.  "Hell, no!" I immediately replied, defensively.  She fixed her seat then crossed her arms over her swollen abdomen. "Oh, so why are you here?" she repeated the question once again.  I groaned in irritation. "Because it's my house!" I said before I shot them a cold stare and continued with exasperation. "Wait, do you want me to leave now? Did I disturb the both of you here in MY room?"  

I cupped my red face while watching its reflection on the wide mirror. It was so embarrassing to let them see my horrible face as red as a tomato! I immediately fixed it up with my powder then added a little shade on my lipstick.  My curly brown hair was a bit messy so I tied it in a ponytail and pulled it up. But, I switched it back to its original style as it doesn't fit on my three quarter sleeve black V-neck dress which was below knee level.  I heaved a deep breath and practiced a smile when I finished my thing then my phone suddenly rang.  "Hello?"  "Mom, Aunt Celestine wants to talk to you!" Ethan's loud voice squealed on the other line.  "Yes, sure. Give the phone to her, baby," I replied.  A smile suddenly made its way to my lips when I heard a short faint-voice on their end.  "Please?" 

"Well, I guess, if you love each other, we won't be a hurdle anymore. We already learned our lessons." I was stunned on my stand when I heard mom's words on Barack with a short laugh.  They were all displayed well in the living room with dad and my little Ethan who was playing with his new favorite toy car given by random strangers. My lips suddenly curved upwards as I realised that they are giving their blessings on us to get married.  "Hey, what's with the drama? Is there any invisible barrier here and you can't step your foot there?" I jolted by Celestine's sudden presence croaking out, pedantically.  I shot her a face before I answered. "I am enjoying the view," I said then scanned her up and down. "I thought you were going to fix yourself first? You're fast," I continued in a creased forehead.  Having a heavy swollen abdomen was really not easy. It makes every pregnant woman

As fast as the speed of light, I pulled his hands off me and pushed him as hard as I could that he fell on the floor. We were both startled by the sound of the cracking door which caused me in panic. I looked back to peek if Barack was already there, and luckily he was still inside our room, busy on his phone.  I heaved a sigh of relief then I fixed myself, including my hair and my neck which Blake messed up. He was really a monster, nothing has changed. I almost burst out into laughter when I saw him crawling from the ground up to the seat where he originally was sitting but I chose to control it which made me feel my entire face burning.  "That was hurtful!" Blake mouthed with furrow brows while holding and stretching his back.  I looked away then cupped my face, trying to make myself calm. This is really crazy! If he stays here for long, I don't already know what will happen next.