N A Y AIt's been almost twenty-four hours. And finally, this time after looking for so many ways to escape from the trap we were in, we finally escape away. Now we're walking the way back to the campsite. I still have the small memories of those moments right before I was taken away by Chloe. I still remember the feeling when I caught her and Adam kissing in the background. Those moments when I steal glances at him but I can't help but smile at the way he would the same. Maybe those glances mean something more than words could have been.“Have you ever felt guilty kissing Chloe in front of me?” I ask Adam as we continue to walk hand in hand. My head still hurts a little bit unlike the first, I wasn't too comfortable walking.He nods saying, “I do. Every single time. What about you? Do you think you shouldn't have kissed Justin at the back of the bus after that moment we had in the bookstore?”I almost gasped at the mention of that memory. That feels like forever ago. I couldn't eve

N A Y AIt's only been a day since we got home. Adam stayed with me last night but early this morning, he went back to his apartment to get something done. He didn't tell me what he was going to do. Right now, I'm just getting ready since he texted me a few hours ago that we'll be having dinner outside.I'm nervous again. I feel these butterflies whirling around my stomach every time I do something romantic with Adam. It's been a while since the last time a guy ask me for a dinner. Is it considered a date? I would say it is but I wanted to take it slow between us. I have never been in a relationship ever since me and Ryan. I don't know. It didn't take me much desire to be with someone. It's just until I bumped into Adam out of nowhere. I never noticed him. I never had a single thought of him. I just never saw him even with Chloe before. Perhaps that's because I could barely match a path with Chloe. After all, our friendship was starting to fall apart and getting forgotten.A knock on

N A Y A“So where did Adam find you?” Cannon asks next to me. We find our seats in the cafeteria and now she's been curious about what happened. Honestly, I don't want to talk about it yet but she's my friend. It's time to tell her something. “In the forest. ” “Conscious or not?” She behind peeling off her banana. “Conscious.” I've been thinking about this moment. Where everyone would ask me questions. I hate that I have to recall that moment when I had my head wounded. My hands were tied behind and I have my fave on the ground when I woke up. It was a horrible time for me, that's why right now. If anyone would ask, I decided to twist the story a little. I told Cannon that I ran away because I couldn't help but get sad about missing my family. I didn't put Chloe's name on the story anymore. I'm just tired and I want to move on. I'm still hurt but I think it'll hurt more if everything that happened will occur in the words of those who are involved in that incident. I just want to

N A Y AI wake up to the heavy sound of the rain outside my window. When I turn to the left side, Adam's spot is empty already. “Adam?” I whisper to myself. It's more of a worry-filled call that I hope I am not thinking about right now. I call him from my room to the whole place, hoping I will hear an answer from the bathroom somewhere close. My gaze lands on the empty shelves where Adam placed his bag when he brought it here from his place. His shoes are gone. His jackets on the back of the door are gone too. I remove myself from the bed and check the bathroom. It's empty. The closet. Still empty. I take the courage to walk out of the bedroom. The hallway is quiet down and I still the dripping of water from the broken faucet in our kitchen. The kitchen is empty. The dining place is empty.I start to panic.I start to worry.I start to get sad.I start to feel alone. My feet find their way to my parents' bedroom. Still, I would he would have decided to take a look at it or someth

A D A MI can hear Olivia's voice downstairs. She is still the same. She greets my mother and asks her how she's doing. That's just her. With respect and I have admired that from her. Our gazes meet as I walk down the stairs. Her smile fades away from being sweet to melancholy. “Adam.” I think I hear a whisper. She walks toward me and gives me a warm hug. “It's nice to see you again, Olly.” I smile at her. We pull away from each other. She eyes me up and down quickly. “Look at you. Fresh and coming back. And you still call me, Olly.” Her innocent smile appears. I haven't seen that for so long. “Well, I'm only glad you're back, Addy.” I laugh at the cringy sound of our old nicknames. My mother clears her throat, “I have to leave now. Please, do enjoy your reunion and make it up. ” She hurries to the door and just like that we're alone in this house. My mother never hired a maid or a driver ever during the marriage life she has with my father. She's very hands-on with every task i