Eight months later~Neeral~It’s been eight months since I last saw Matt. My heart still ached for the moment I left him.When he showed up in Seattle asking for my forgiveness, I thought he felt something for me.But I was wrong. It was merely a gentleman’s gesture asking for my forgiveness, not more than that. I shut down all my social contacts and social media to stay low.I didn’t know I was hiding from him or scared of what would happen if he knew I was here in Austin.I came here and started a new job in a local publication house.They are paying well enough for me to survive. I rented a house with my new friends. Everything was going well, but every weekend reminds me how alone I was when my friends used to crash at their family’s or boyfriend’s house.Sometimes, to make my heart fool, I used to search Matt’s profile like a silent stalker. But it’s been a long time since he posted nothing. I am sure he forgot about me.And my foolish heart still remembers him as a precious memo

~AOIFE~ Seriously, Matt’s soup sucks. I still remember the last time he gave me. It made me sick as I was throwing up all night. But I was pregnant at that time. “Fuck,” a thought crossed my mind. No, no, no, last time I was pregnant, and this time? I was lost in my thoughts while looking at the ceiling. My eyes shifted to the time as it was 11 AM. “Shit,” I was alone in the room, sleeping like a log. Where are the others? I did my morning business, as I was feeling tired. It could be because we were awake for the entire night. “Ahh..,” I came out, rubbing my head. “Good morning, girl,” Neeral smiling. “Where are the kids?” I plumped myself on the couch. “They are outside playing with their fathers. What happen to you?” Neeral extended coffee. “I don’t know. Your husband’s soup sucks. Whenever I had it, it made me sick.” I rested my head against the couch. She chuckled. “It made you sick? When was the last time you had it?” “Ahhh... Neeral, when I used to come to his