Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sixty Days With You.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"Keith," Winifred called, walking towards us with a small smile. She stopped in front of us and turned to Matthew, her eyes meeting his. "Matt," she said, her voice slightly softer than before. I glanced at Matthew, whose expression was unreadable. It was as though he was trying to remain calm in Winifred's presence.Just like how he had stood stupidly and almost embarrassed himself.Had I not pulled him away from there, Santos who hadn't been focusing on where he was going would have spilled some drinks on his shirt and I bet that would call for more attention and I know he wouldn't like it either, he might just faint at the attention he was getting and I had to save his ass because it's my mum's funeral.Nothing must go wrong! And not even he should spoil the fun and make us look uncultured with our event.My attention was still on him while I tried to get the reason why he was still looking that way at Winifred."Do you two know each other before?" I asked, and Matthew's gaze fell

I walked to the kitchen where I poured myself a cup of water and gulped them down my throat before breathing out a sigh.Yesterday had been my mum's death anniversary, and I had allowed myself the audacity to think about her, our good times, her favorite foods, and I was even going to visit some of her favorite spots to reminisce about her memories.My mother was known for her beautiful, relentless work as an orphanage sponsor, and as everyone would say, she is the nicest person one would ever know.Yesterday had been about her; although I hadn't ended up crying still, I had allowed myself the emotions of missing her and wanting to see her, hug and touch her. I pray this is the last time I will ever lose anyone close to me.More reason why I never kept a close relationship is because of the fear of what if they die.A cute guy like I shouldn't cry for someone... It is foolish if any guy cries because their lover died, they should prevent having a lover than crying like a lost chicken.

I carried the cat gently in my arms, careful not to wake it from its slumber. Her fur was soft against my skin, and its weight was light in my arms. I could feel its gentle purring as I cradled it close, its little body rising and falling with each breath. It was like holding a piece of companionship.I walked to where I had parked my car and opened the backseat, where I slowly placed Jennabeth, and she adjusted herself properly on the seat before continuing with her sleeping.What I love about innocent pets like cats is their simple, pure joy in living with humans, even though we're capable of hurting them. They stay loyal and devoted to us, even after we're gone.I shut the door behind me and walked to the driver's seat; I hopped on it and silently shut the car door while taking a look at Jenna, who was still asleep on the seat, curled up and sleeping in the backseat of the car. Its fur, is thick and fluffy, like a little cloud, and its paws are tucked beneath its body. Its face was

He was staring at me, trying to hide his gaze behind the novel in his hand. It was so dramatic of him.I continued to read the novel while being conscious of Matthew's eyes on me. His stare made me uneasy, yet I couldn't resist the temptation to glance at him. As soon as our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze and hid his face behind the book he was holding. It seemed like he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.With a mischievous grin, I extended my hand toward the book and leisurely nudged it downward, gradually unveiling his eyes. At that moment, he appeared both bashful and captivating to me. His hazel eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't deny the fondness I felt for his presence. It was as if he had the power to make me forget the reason I was there, to immerse myself in sorrowful thrillers and comic books that my mother typically enjoyed. Instead, I had opted for a different path, selecting a romance novel, coincidentally mirroring his choice. I must clarify

"Meals here are delicious," Matthew commented while we strolled on the sidewalk, and I smiled, caressing Jennabeth's furs."Right?""You don't mind having a meal there together on the weekend, do you?" He asked, glancing at me. I shrugged like I was accepting his request, and he beamed with a smile.We continued walking instead of taking the car, as Matthew said Jenna might get car sick since she wasn't used to being moved around in a vehicle. I could tell how comforted the cat seemed when we took her out of the car when we arrived at the restaurant, and we decided to walk for a while to help her feel better before we returned to the car. I had also offered to drive them home once they were ready to leave.We trod carefully in silence, Jenna still in my hand when Matthew suddenly stopped. I turned to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?" He forced a smile, but it looked like he was gritting his teeth. "Are you alright?" I asked, taking a step closer to him. He nodded again, but this