I woke up at three in the afternoon with my whole body aching. I grunted, got up and stretched my limbs, memories from a few hours prior slowly sinking in my mind. I almost thought that everything was a dream. Apparently, it wasn’t. I stared blankly at my wall for a few minutes, wondering what I should do. I checked my phone after to see if I had any urgent or important messages, but it was only a message from Michaela talking about the identity of the dead body thrown in the bridge. There were no messages from Vivi, either, and I don’t even know why I am still hoping that she’d have a change of heart.Sighing, I texted her saying that I wired some cash for her to spend. I am just hoping that she’s well, but after what happened last night, I feel like I knew what to do. I hovered over my contact list, realizing that I deleted that guy’s number the first time I saw it listed on the phone. “Shit,” I cussed under my breath. “Why did I even delete it? Stupid.” Now I don’t even know ho

I cursed under my breath when I saw it rained, wishing it’d stop later on. How would I even go home if I’d get stuck in the rain? And it’s already dark!Gathering a deep breath, I just proceeded to prepare some soup for Isaac. The earlier I’d finish, the better.He didn’t have much in his kitchen so I just made some egg-drop soup, reheated the chicken, and prepared his medicine to drink.When I went back to the living room, I saw that he had already fallen asleep on the couch. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if in pain.I stared at him for a few seconds, not to admire him but to wonder why he was just living alone. Surely he had family, right?Sighing, I put the food on the center table before going back to the sink to make him a cold compress. I need to at least bring his temperature down.As I wait for the basin to fill with water, I can’t help but think how funny it is that before, I didn't even know how to do these things. But then I realized that I didn’t have a choice but to lear

I bit my lip as I feel the hard thudding of my heart.I can feel heat radiating from his body as I stare at his face. His thick brows are furrowed, worry is evident in his eyes, and when my eyes dropped to look at his lips, I suddenly remembered those days when my lips were against his.His gaze also dropped at my lips before his jaw clenched. I could feel something inside my stomach—butterflies. No…why am I feeling butterflies at this very moment?Before I could do something that I’ll regret, I pushed him away from my body, the beating of my heart now ringing in my ears. I looked away, still feeling his gaze against my skin.“No, we have nothing to talk about,” I say with conviction as if I was also trying to convince myself.Of course that was a lie. I know very well that there are a lot of loose ends between the both of us, but does tying those ends really matter? What would even change? Would that bring back the lives that have been lost? I don’t think so.So we have nothing to t