Semua Bab My Badboy Knight: Bab 91 - Bab 100

DIANE Shopping was nice. I bought my pencils, socks and gloves. I even got myself Chinese takeout for dinner and a couple new comics from the bookstore near the condo. The bookstore, Supernova Comics, is a lovely sight to behold. The interior is beautiful, serene, filled with tall shelves containing so many cool comics, and there's even a cozy mini reading spot at the far end of the store. Mrs Jones, the bookstore owner, was nice and very hospitable to me. My shopping experience there was amazing, and I even see myself probably visiting there whenever I need to treat myself to a comic getaway. The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. After stepping out of the elevator with my Chinese takeout in one hand, and the bag of pencils, gloves, socks, and the new comic books I got from the bookstore in my other hand, I begin walking to my condo unit. The thought of meeting Leo inside gnaws at my guts, filling me with the same instant anger that once flooded my veins about a couple hou

DIANE Leo sighs again after I stop laughing, obviously tired of me. Coming to an agreement with him feels like I just won a huge lottery tonight.“Do you need my help with anything here?” I ask.“No. I'm almost done.” He answers as he retreats back to the lasagna he's making. He spots one of the bags I brought in containing the Chinese takeout.“Since you’re having my lasagna tonight, you won't mind me putting that in the fridge.”“Oh,” I had even forgotten about the Chinese takeout. I give him the bag, “Thanks.”“You're welcome.” He takes the bag from me.I get off the counter and grab my other bags, “I'm coming.”“Alright.” He goes back to finishing up while I leave the kitchen for my room.I open the door of my bedroom and enter inside before shutting it behind me. I keep the bags at a corner of my bed and hurry to the bathroom to have a quick shower.Few minutes later, I am done, feeling refreshed as I step out of my bathroom. After rubbing my night cream on my body and rolling m

DIANE Still grinning ear to ear from my unexpected encounter with Jen, I follow the same staircase she went, arriving right outside the building.The lawn before me is fresh, clean, and so green. Even the air around me is crisp and feels like……it feels like I'm exactly where I need to be.Lifting up my phone, I tuck my hair strands behind my ear before taking a few selfies in front of the building to add to the other pictures I'll send out later today.Done, I scroll through the selfies and get rid of the ones that weren't well angled. I smile, feeling so proud of myself.After putting my phone into my bag, I decide to walk back into the building and try to find or ask around for the art studio. Just as I turn, a brooding girl stumbles into me, her phone and books dumping straight on the ground with a thud.“Sorry,” she winces and bends down to gather her stuff, her full shiny black hair splaying all over her slender back in tight, long curls. I stare down on her in shock for a few s

DIANE Later, when I finally leave campus and get back home, I walk into the silence of the living room.The entire house is quiet and peaceful. Leo isn't home. He called me on my way back to inform me that he was heading out and might not be back early. I didn't bother to ask him where he was going to, besides, we are just housemates, and I felt it wasn't my place to ask him so a private question.Anyway, I head towards my room. Getting to it, I enter and close the door behind me.Now in the comfort and silence of my room, I dump down on my bed and breathe out heavily. A smile comes to my face at the thought of the three hilarious people I have met today.Jen. Crystal. And Dante. Today was great afterall.I pull out my phone from my pocket and toss around on the bed, lying flat on my belly. I scroll through the pictures I took today and the lovely ones that were also sent to me by Dante.They all look so beautiful….One after the other, I carefully select almost all the pictures befo

DIANEIn the past, parties made me feel……something. Alive. Free. Like the perfect momentary escape from the shackled life I lived back home.I used to love parties so much back in high school. But now, I am not so sure anymore. To even think my past addiction started from there…..Sighing deeply, I check out myself in front of my mirror, adjusting the hem of my purple crop top over my belly. I know I have grown and healed past all that hurt and pain. Gosh, it fucking too months for me to be in the right frame of mind where I am right now.But deep down, in this moment, I know that I need to totally cross the finish line. To physically achieve one of the endgames of my therapy—which is to not shun things or places that used to make me happy just because they now make me remember unpleasant memories.Things or places aren't bad. How we make use of them is what makes them either bad, or good. I have to cross that finish line, and the only way to do that is to face it head on by going to