บททั้งหมดของ Divorce didn't make me your ex: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

DANIELA I’m taking a photography course, something that has always drawn me in because of the chance to freeze feelings in a single image. I scroll through all the photos I took at the beginning of this month and the only conclusion I reach is that I need to reshoot them. None of them move me. The emotions I wanted to capture aren’t as vivid as I’d hoped. Even after applying the black-and-white filter to intensify the sensations, they still aren’t good enough. They’re missing feeling. They’re missing story. I usually photograph people instead of landscapes because I like being able to express myself through them. My friends help me a lot with that, modeling for me several times, but this time it didn’t turn out the way I wanted. Maybe I need to step out of my comfort zone and photograph new people. But I need to think about that more. Good thing I still have a month and a half until my first real assignment. My phone screen lights up, catching my attention. I check it, expectin

JOSHUAI check the time on my phone again. It’s 23:56. Just four more minutes. I run my hand through my hair one more time before dropping it and starting to fiddle with my rings.I can’t sit still. I’ve been pacing around my room for the past hour. My stomach is in knots, making me uncomfortable. I’m not going to tell her my entire life story—just what she can know for now.I glance at my phone again. 00:00. Shit. I take a deep breath and step out onto the balcony, sitting down with my hands resting in my lap.Of course, Daniela is already there, sitting with one leg crossed and the other bent, resting her head on her knee, looking straight at me.How does she manage to look so calm?I just want to get this over with. I open my mouth to speak, but only a sigh comes out.— You know, I don’t want you to tell me anything if you don’t want to — Daniela interrupts before I even start.— What?— I want to get to know you better. I want to know who you really are and what made you this way,

JOSHUAI never thought I’d one day find someone, a girl who would let me into her life. A girl who would give me some of her time. Who would be interested enough in me to want to know the real me. A girl who quickly became my friend.I don’t know if I’m feeling this way because she’s the first girl I’ve talked to for more than five minutes or if it’s something about her.Meeting Daniela is both a blessing and a curse.I was fine with just my two friends by my side. I never felt the need to make more friends until I met Daniela. I didn’t want to stop being her friend. I wanted her in my world. She brings something new and refreshing to my dull life.I was never important to anyone, not even my parents. I thought things would stay the same forever. Every year that passed was the same. People always say not to worry, that things will change in the future. Yes, they will—for better or for worse? That’s something no one knows.I don’t understand why I have to pay for my parents’ choices. W

DANIELASitting here waiting for the photos to print slowly is killing me.My fingers itch to hold them, to relive that moment over and over. To see if what I saw was also captured by my camera’s lens.A smile spreads across my face as I imagine Josh laughing. Who would have thought that seeing someone laugh could bring me so much joy?I gently pick up the first photo between my fingers, afraid that if I grip it too hard, it might magically shatter into a thousand pieces.Seeing Josh calm and happy… wait, can I even say happy? Honestly, I don’t know.What would happiness look like for Josh? What does happiness even mean to him?For other people, happiness might be food, money, friends, family, clothes, or buying things. But for Josh, I don’t think it’s any of those.I want to find out what it is.I want to discover what it means to him.I hope it’s something I can give him.I like Josh.He became a good friend of mine in such a short time.I like spending time with him. I like disco

DANIELA— So, where are you taking me tonight? — he asks before taking a bite of his burger.We decided to sit and have dinner together on our balconies tonight before heading to wherever I planned. I ordered junk food because Josh always cooks homemade meals and I wanted him to try this.He insisted we split the bill, even though it wasn’t that expensive, and I agreed so he wouldn’t feel bad. Later, though, I remembered he told me before that he doesn’t have his own money, so… where did he get it from?I didn’t want to ruin the mood, so I didn’t ask him about it.— We’re going to a place I’m not sure you’ll like, but it was one of the things you painted, so… — I trail off while popping another fry into my mouth.— To a place I might not like… — he mutters to himself, trying to figure out where I’m taking us.— You’ll need to wear something a little nicer—if that helps at all.— Something nicer? — he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.— Yeah, not anything too formal, just a bit more put-