"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?" I instinctively shouted as I pushed Dylan away from me. I stood up from the relaxing chair as he sat there instead.I put my robe on and covered my naked body with it, not minding Dylan’s surprise reaction because of how I’d reacted.Well, of course! What reaction was he expecting, though? Is he insane to make these things and our relationship that complicated? I don’t think he’s in his right mind right now.He’s ridiculous!Dylan’s so unbelievable!Seconds later, I just found myself walking away and going into the penthouse while he was still calling my name. I went straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and got myself a bottle of water to drink."Kaye, I’m fucking serious right now. I’m not crazy!" Dylan said as he followed me.After I drank all the water in that bottle, I put it in the sink and sighed heavily. I can’t help but roll my eyes in annoyance because of what Dylan is saying right now. I rested my hand on the counter and faced Dylan.I notice

IT has been a few minutes since I carried Kaye and laid her on her bed in her room. I almost lost count if it's been minutes or if it's already been an hour or more of her crying uncontrollably while I held her tightly in my arms. I let Kaye cry and cry until she let out all her grievances in life, especially towards me.I let out a sigh while looking at her beautiful and innocent face. I brushed away some strands of hair that escaped on her face so I can gaze at her face longer, the face that lightens up and makes me smile. Even though years have passed and many things have changed with Kaye, for me she will always be the innocent and sweet Kaye that I met back then.I am on the side of her bed after tucking her in with the comforter. She fell asleep while crying earlier. She's so vulnerable and fragile, and every minute that she cries, it also squeezes my heart. I can't help but curse and blame myself for the terrible pain that I caused her... if only I was man enough to face realit

THE days passed quickly, turning into months, and I got busy preparing for my graduation in Business And Management, just like my twin brother Jonas. Our parents were very proud of what we had achieved, although they couldn't shake off their doubts about whether my twin passed, especially our father."We are so proud of you, Son, and that's my boy! You always make us proud, really, just like your Mom!" Daddy said once while we were on a video call. Jonas was beside me, listening. Even though I knew my brother didn't contribute much, and I understood where our parents were coming from, I still didn't agree with disregarding Jonas' little effort.My brother's face darkened when he heard our Daddy's compliment."Thank you, Dad, but you should be proud of Jonas, too. He also has good news for you!" I happily said, then hugged Jonas, who was smiling, "Right, Bro? Tell Dad and Mom the good news!""Hmmm, just make sure that's good news, Jonas!" Daddy replied."Thus, let Jonas speak, dear. I

THAT night, Kaye and I were sitting on the hood of my car. I was thankful to her because, somehow, the heaviness in my chest lessened. I cried for a long time while Kaye hugged me.I really couldn't hide my true feelings at that moment. It felt like my heart was being sliced and squeezed, making it hard for me to breathe and my chest tight. "It's a Good thing Kaye was here; otherwise, I might not have been able to handle it, and who knows what would have happened to me."We gazed at the stars in the sky and the twinkling lights from the houses and buildings in the city. The cool breeze made me hug myself, and Kaye did the same. I felt guilty since we didn't plan to go here; it happened out of necessity.When I felt better, we drove to the highland part of the city. Kaye invited me. Now, we are silently admiring the city lights and stargazing simultaneously.A long silence fell between Kaye and me. One thing I also liked about her was her ability to listen well to me. She knew when to

For the past few months, I tried to focus and keep myself busy with things that needed attention before leaving the country. I sorted out everything that needed sorting in school and for my sibling. I made every effort to convince the school administration to pass my sibling. Luckily, they accepted my appeal. Originally, Jonas and I were supposed to walk up the stage together. That was the plan before Dad and Jonas's falling out. I'm sure my brother has been carrying a heavy burden of guilt all this time. I can imagine how tough it is to lose someone without having the chance to make amends. I feel sorry for my brother. Even though my patience is thin, I'm the only one he has now. Who else will do that for him if I need help understanding him? It's something my Dad couldn't provide for my brother. Besides Jonas's issues, I feel a sense of emptiness right now. After losing our parents, saying goodbye at their graves feels like the end for me, and dealing with Jonas' anger is like a