“Can I have this when you two are done listening to this one?” I asked Lena. We are watching the boys while they are discussing the event that they are going to attend. They will perform there and I don't know if they are going to attend to it because their faces don't seem to look pleasant while listening.Lena handed me the album she and her husband listens to every night. It is a podcast about life and I happened to love the title of it. The title attracts me so I want to have it. I know my mom will like this one because these days, she always listens to something like this. This perfectly fits her and I know she will love this piece. She needs to hear this. “We just finished listening to the last episode last night. Do you really want to have it? Are you a fan of listening to the podcast as well?” I shook my head and looked at the cover of the album. The artist knows how to paint something that is not sorrowful to the eyes and heart but inspiring to look at. I like the aesthetic

“What are these, Peter?” I asked him when I saw the flowers in his car. He initiated to drive me home. I already told him that I don’t want him to drive for me but he was so persistent and all I could was follow him because if I won’t, his next move would make my knees shake in fear. “Flowers, obviously.” I glared at him but he just smiles at me. “I just want to ask for forgiveness, my lady. I am sorry if I let a woman kiss my cheeks. I promised that I only let her do it because I liked seeing your face when jealousy kicks in.” My mouth was wide open when I looked at him. I don’t know why he said that. Did he really think that I was jealous? I already told him that I am not. I was just annoyed with him. That couldn’t be labeled as jealousy, right? “I wasn’t jealous,” I said, stating the fact. I already told him that I wasn't jealous yet he won't believe it. Maybe because he can see the lies in my eyes but he is so annoying. He always makes me mad even by doing nothing.He laughe

“What happened?” I asked Peter and looked at the delivery guy because he was saying something earlier that caught my attention. I was busy looking at the road when I noticed that their conversation becomes serious.The delivery guy looked at me and smiled. "Good evening, Ma'am!" I nodded at him but I didn't smile back. I turned to look at Peter and wait for his answer. I raised my brows at him when he seems anxious at my question. I noticed that he lowered his voice earlier, maybe he doesn't want me to hear what they were talking about but I happened to hear it even at a distance. And here I am because I was curious about it. After all, it was still unclear to me."What were you guys talking about earlier?" This time I asked the delivery guy because I feel like I can't get an answer if I will ask Peter because he won't answer me. Maybe he is protecting me from getting hurt but I have to hear it even if he doesn't want me to.The delivery guy took a glance at Peter, Peter nodded that

I woke up with a heavy heart. My eyes produce more water than the water itself. I sighed and look at my sister. She still didn't wake up.Days of not talking to her make me feel so much alone. I missed her voice. I missed my mother's music covering the whole living area and the kitchen. I missed how my sister scolds me every time she knows I am not at myself.Every time she answer Matt's call to tell him that I was having a tiring day that's why I can't answer the phone when in fact I was out there, hanging out and making fun with Peter. I sighed and looked at the phone. I have changed it already and the first thing that I have seen was the missed calls and text messages from Matt who was worried about me. He didn't have an idea what happened here. He was asking me to call my mother on her social media as well as my sister but he said none of them answered like me. He wanted to come here but he can't because of the workload that he has and he already used an excuse for work that's w

“Why did you ask me to be here?” I asked him.I know that he is up to something. I can feel it. There is something bothering him and I think I already knew it but I just don’t want to say it. He already says that he was jealous of me and right now, I don’t know but I think something is not right.“Is he coming home for good?” he asked. The light touch of pain is evident on his face but he chose to smile at me and avoided my gaze. He kicked the leaf that he thinks keeps him from walking.“Why are you asking me that one, Peter? You are just hurting yourself. Don’t ask me anything about him if you don’t want yourself to get hurt.”He chuckled at my response. I stopped and looked at the bench. There is no one except for the leaves on the bench. “Aren’t you tired?” I asked him. It’s only been minutes since we walked here but my legs are giving up already.“I won’t get tired of you, my lady. I can even make love to you, right here, right now, if you want.”Make love?“I meant, aren’t you ti