I Don't Know How She Does It Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Hey, lower down your voice.” “I can’t!” She laughs. “So, tell me more. I can smell that you will do something special today.” She giggled. How could she tell that? I mean, how did she know? Am I that very obvious? —

He helps with stuff. He fixes things. He tells me when I’m being annoying. Which is a lot. But still, “That doesn’t mean—” she tries to cut in. “It kind of does,” I say. She shakes her head slightly. “No, Lily. That’s not how it works.” “Then how does it work?” She opens her mouth. Stops. Because again— She has no simple answer. I lean back in the chair, swinging one leg slightly. “You’re the only one acting like this is new,” I say.

How troublesome? “What should I do?” She mumbled hitting her forehead to his chest continuously as she is clueless about how to make him unfold to her. She totally forgot about her surroundings and the things she’s saying. She never confessed her feelings but now the words just slipped her mouth and it felt so natural to say such things to him.

she asks skeptically. "Yes. You place one foot in front of the other, move forward, and travel faster. People have been doing it for years." "Ha, you're funny," she says with a roll of her eyes. She begins to lift her shirt and peeks up before it's over her head. "I don't have those cool leather straps or a bra that fits my monster's deformed chest."

She's right ,I always make him feel small. " What can I do ?" I asked . She chuckled lightly . " The problem is he feels insecured so the solution is making him feel secured period!" She replied " How am I supposed to do that ?" I asked really confused . she thought for a while then she turned to face me . " That's for you to figure out darling " she replied and I smacked her head playfully . " Seriously tell me who it is " she asked pouting her mouth . " Not now " I replied mimicking the way she pouted her mouth and we both bursted into laughter .

"It is a very efficient way to understand people and a very poor way to know them." "When did you stop?" "I did not stop," I say. "I added something. You cannot unlearn a method. You can learn that the method is incomplete." She turns her glass slowly. The candlelight moves with it. "My turn," I say. She raises an eyebrow. "Something I do not know about you." She thinks about it with genuine attention. Not performing consideration. Actually thinking, her eyes moving slightly the way they do when she is working something out.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering how she could possess such a substantial amount. What is about her that I don't know? Am I ignoring something about her?

I made her run. Now I’m alone. And I don’t know how to fix it.

“Whαt?! How...? How does she know?” My hαnd went to my stomαch αutomαtically‚ pressing there αs if I could protect it just by touching it. “No‚” I sαid softly‚ shαking my heαd. “No‚ this doesn’t mαke sense.” “I didn’t tell αnyone‚” I whispered‚ my breαth shαky. “I didn’t tell Chris. I didn’t tell Annα. Nobody knows.” My mind stαrted rαcing.

--- --- She just didn’t know it yet. --- ---