Semua Bab LOVE–SICK : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Tammy They've been less than 10 minutes in Sesh's room and it already looks chaotic. In her attempt to find the perfect outfits, she ventures in the hidden world of her built-in closet throwing clothes everywhere. Some end up lying on the floor, while the rest either get stuck in the makeshift chandelier or hang from the top of the wooden door. Much to her dismay, Tammy, who is sitting on the bed, watches her friend fooling around as she tries on different pieces she thinks suitable for the party. She can't stop wondering, how on Earth Sesh has gathered so many of them in one place, the old kind before the city was created. Her collection looks more like a museum, yet much more colourful and so different than her plain and monochromatic wardrobe. Inside the house and away from the prying eyes, Sesh is back to being herself, singing and dancing with the pinkish robe she's about to wear next. She has always been like an op

TammyHe loosens his grip after she stopped fighting him. With no other choice but to give in, Tammy decided now it's not the time to make a scene and attract unwanted attention. Especially at this time of day when the fog is starting to reveal the hidden city below and break their protective shield.This is the moment her grandma prepared her entire life for. Sometimes is better to leave things be no matter how hard her heart is trying to fight for its rights. She would like nothing more than to yell at him and then get away from there as fast as possible. It might be the illness giving her a surge of courage, although she is far from losing her mind yet.Jerk or not she welcomes his silence like a mask of fresh air, his words still stinging from before. A shy peek in his direction and her insides start to ache. There's no way she will ever talk with him after this. One night, that's all it took for her whole wor

Tammy His lips are moving, yet everything around her it's frozen in time. Golden specs of dust fly in the air as complete void wraps them both in nothingness. Soon his mouth stops forming words, his bottomless eyes examining the vastness of the sky. His silence is compelling her to glance at him, yet the sight of Lucas touching the stars is something out of her imagination. He looks like a fallen angel trying to reach Heaven again. Her eyes are scanning hungrily all of his features when a particular mark on his wrist captivates her attention. There it is, blank ink on olive skin, the number 99 stands out above what looks like a part of a puzzle. Some of the shapes are thicker than the others creating intricate patterns down on his arm. Unaware she was gawking, Tammy sighs in frustration when he swiftly hides them all behind the thin fabric of his sleeve. He jumps to his feet, then puffing the air out from his lungs he invites her back inside. How can someone be

TammyWhile her body has become lighter than a feather, her mind weights the burden of an entire world. The walls around them are constricting, sucking up the air and leaving her breathless. Hundreds of questions are flooding her thoughts at once, unfolding various simulations, all cursed with the same tragic end her grandmother gone forever. With teary eyes, she sways her glance over to the trashed pictures around her on the floor, one, in particular, drawing her attention a family portrait. Two joyful parents, holding their daughter dearly to their chests, are smiling wide for the camera. She leans forward, barely keeping the salty tears that are invading her eyes and, with shaking fingers, she grabs the idyllic testament from the ground, careful not to touch the shattered glass.For a second, time freezes in astral creating a passageway to Grace's old words which, coming to life, are encircling her like a protective cloak. Swee

TammyThe biting air might calm the burning cuts on her flesh, however, the gust is feeble against the aching pain that's rooted inside her. She can almost feel her heart shattered into a million pieces, a torment like nothing she has ever experienced before.Numb to any physical torture, the ghost of Tammy's body sits defeated on Sesh's lawn, aimless and lost like the souls entrapped in the Spirit World. Who knew words can cut more sharply than daggers? And I thought maybe, just maybe, I might have another ending.' Her mind drifts away as she's weakly throwing pebbles at the shimmering window above.Yawning and still drowsy, Sesh pulls the silky drape apart only to gauge her eyes in surprise when she finally sees her friend outside. She rapidly covers her lips with her index finger warning Tammy her dad is at home. It takes only a blink of an eye until s