After my shift at the restaurant, I wait for Ryle to come to drive me back to the apartment. It's been a tiring day. Earlier in school, we were exhausted from working on group projects and pop quizzes popping out of nowhere. It's really graduating time. Classes are getting more difficult to handle, I mean the topics. But, what kind of bothers me right now is that I still don't know what degree to take, or what university to enter. I’m still dubious about what I’ve been thinking to get — education. It's not bad, is it? But I’m still going to rethink and rethink.I finally hear Ryle’s sports bike nearing. I pocket my phone and then cross my arms as I wait. When he slows down toward me, I smile at how cheerful his face is. Why does he keep doing this to me? Whenever I see him smile, my heart suddenly melts. I always feel like his sweet lips arching is the remedy to the stress I get from day to day. There's just something in his smile that tells me everything is going to be just fine. His

It's already lunch. I’m sitting alone at a table, eating whatever is on my tray. I really didn't pick these. Reign did. I was rechecking our team output for Chemistry in the classroom so I told her ‘Just grab me whatever you think I’d like,’ and she didn't fail. She's currently sitting with her girlfriends. She invites me to join them, but I tell her I need to review for Math while filling in my stomach. I hope she knows I’m not as brainy in Math as she naturally is.Anyway, in the following minutes, all I’ve done is sigh and yawn in front of the Trigonometry section of the textbook. It feels like nothing is coming into my mind but void and void. The topic isn't that difficult to grasp. I’m just the problem. I kind of lack the appropriate motive to face a book and write essays since Lester dropped me off. His words have been reverberating in my mind, and I can't find a way to block them. I'm aware that it totally is unhealthy, but overthinking is enveloping every corner of my brain, ag

A new morning rises. It's Saturday and the day is fully packed for me. First, I’ll be at the art studio to finish up a project I left last Sunday. Second, I’ll go to the address Mister Fabio gave me. There isn't a schedule or what, so I'll just go after lunch. I still don't know what to expect. I guess I’ll just let fate do its thing. And last but not least, I’m going to Ryle’s house in the early evening. It's time to face him, whether he likes it or not. But I’d like the earlier more.After slipping into my slippers, I excitedly get out of the room. I immediately smell the breakfast Mom has prepared. I go to the dining room and find Mom stirring her tea while listening to the faint broadcast on her old radio. “Good morning, Mom,” I greet before giving her a tight embrace. “How are you feeling?”She smiles after turning the radio off. “I’ve been good lately. No side effects from medication. My stitches have already healed. Everything is fine,” she says. She stands up. “I’ll just make y

I’ve been awake since Mom began rambling around the living room. I swallow the last bite of the lemon chiffon cupcake and then wash it down with the warmth of black coffee. I furrow my brows as I sit down on the couch. Mom has been noisily wandering about everywhere to find her pair of sandals. I've just gone out of bed so I don't think I can help. My mind is still foggy. “Maybe you put it in one of the containers under your bed,” I hoarsely say to Mom as I change channels on the television.“Those freaking sandals will be the death of me,” she utters as she storms back into her room.I shake my head with a smirk on my face, focusing on a mystery documentary. I still can't believe this is real. Mom is being my old mother again before everything went to hellishly shitty disorder. Our old man and Sean are missing so many things. I want to show this in their face and boast that we’ve been so favored by the odds after the ruination they made. I want them to see how we’ve stood amid the sto

I’ve almost gotten out of my room when I look back at my charging phone. I sit on my bed and the plugged my charger out. I look at Ryle's number before finally hitting the ‘Call’ button. While my phone is ringing, I’m thinking of what I’m going to tell him. I shouldn't sound that curious even though I've actually been since the other night. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. He deserves space, and I do deserve why he needs one, or so I thoughy. He shouldn't be doing this alone. He can share to me what's going on because I hate myself sitting on the mattres and overthinking things.