I blinked.Once. Thrice. Until I could not even count anymore. There were no vacancies around Brampton, but I guess it was just because I was labeled as the town homewrecker. It was so obvious that even restaurants that seemed desperate for a worker denied my application.Great.Way to save their asses and sacrifice one’s life.I reached for my keys inside my purse and walked inside my apartment—tired and unaccomplished. I looked as if the god of disaster went down on me, and I could not even complain.Honestly…I can’t even complain freely. It’s as if I feel like I even have to pay when I try to complain about my situation with another disaster yet again.It just keeps on piling up.Fuck this world.I get tired, too. You know?I sighed as I check my phone for new messages. Mila and Sophie are probably busy since both of them went out of town to unwind. It would have been ni

I wasn’t looking forward to a better day when I woke up. I mean, it’s still the same—my life’s still the same—just out of the picture of these problematic rich kids… and I do not even want to get involved with their asses ever again.I’m handling too much already, and getting involved with them ever again just proves my stupidity.I haven’t really heard anything from them—Drey and Lyza, that is. I knew it was just part of the ordeal that I wouldn’t know what was going to neither of them. As much as I’d like to explain myself to Lyza—that I never really tolerated any of this shit—I did not want to invalidate what she is feeling right now. I mean if somebody happened to be involved with (probably) the biggest scandal in my life and it was with someone whom I trusted so much, I’d probably lose my shit, too.I do understand where she’s coming from.I just…

“Finally!” I looked at my first boarding pass as a smile grew larger on my face. I couldn’t even believe that I was really going to Paris that I had to pinch myself the moment I woke up… It just really felt surreal after all that has been happening. And I finally realized that I do need a getaway from Brampton. It's really different when you finally realize your worth and understand that not everything’s your mistake. I just needed that constant reminder to myself, and probably a pat on the back for not letting myself get carried away with all these manipulations and gaslighting that society put me into. I didn’t really need someone else’s saving—and if Drey thought I needed him just to save myself and my feelings—then I must have been really dumb, for even thinking that I like him. I would have probably been the stupidest girl if I did the unthinkable—stoop low and get in a fucked-up relationship where we’ll just both end up ruining each othe

The thought that I am in Paris finally sunk in my mind the moment I woke up, thinking it was all just but a good dream I’ll never get to fulfill. But here I was, drinking my cup of hot cocoa in our room’s balcony in a hotel with the Eiffel Tower across my view. I even wanted to laugh and imagined how I would shove this to the throats of those who mocked me for so long.But then I realized, it was just a privileged I was granted because I was friends with privileged people.I sighed.“Good morning.” I nodded and smiled at Enrique who was busy stirring his coffee.“Black?”He nodded and raised his mug a little, “I like it natural,” he said, chuckling.Mila and Sophie were still sleeping, so we just decided to order breakfast for ourselves. Understandable since it’s just 6:30 in the morning, and they’ll probably wake up at 8.The silence was probably a thing between Enr

I forced myself to ignore the news but I was a traitor of my own mind. Besides, having to go back to Brampton meant I had to face the inevitable eventually—I mean, I knew I wasn’t entirely a part of their circus (and I wasn’t even a voluntary accomplice) yet I was there to watch everything fall apart in front of my eyes…I do feel guilty. But what can I do? Wasn’t I a victim, too? Why do I feel like everyone’s pining the fault to me when all I ever did is avoid him?It wasn’t as if I could dictate myself whom to like—but at least I wasn’t stupid enough to actually stoop low.Yet… I was the powerless one. I was an addition to the scene. Probably a pawn. Of course, I’d carry the weight of the burden they had to carry.I hugged my knees as my bed is bathed in a faint yellow haze as sunlight rushes in through the windows. It has just been hours since we arrived in Brampton, and it already fee