Tell Them I Was Happy Mga Nobela at Kwento

, I asked, my gaze shifting between Norah and Evelyn but they had their eyes glued onto obviously waiting for me to say something. Sighs …. guess I would have to come up with something probably a lie that is convincing enough. "Well, let's just say I'm happy", I shrugged. "Happy?? Just that?", Evelyn asked, still not convinced. Geez…. I have no idea convincing them will be this hard. " Yeah, I'm happy. I mean my business is going smoothly coupled with the fact that I'm surrounded with amazing souls like you guys", I explained, hoping my words were convincing enough.

I chirped; ten times happier than I actually felt. "Can we go shopping?" She looked up at me, eyes full of hope and a smirk painted on her face. I rolled my eyes, "Yes. We can," I said, not being able to help but grin slightly. "Good, you're forgiven." She stood facing me, her arms crossed.

He appeared confused as he pressed his lips together in a puzzled manner. I let out a deep sigh and shook my head in disgust. I finally broke down and admitted, with some reluctance, that "I've reached a point in my life where there's nothing in particular that makes me happy." If you were to ask me what it is that makes me feel safe, I would have to tell you that it is you.

"Why are you so happy?" "Because I've been shipping the three of you'll since the beginning. Shit is a dream come true," she said. "Crap, I think I'm gonna cry," she said. "Sorry, I'm weird like this. Don't mind me," she said blinking the tears away. "I'm just so happy for you guys. Really. And I have to admit, I didn't...exactly like Martin-" "Oh my God, am I the only one missing something here?" I cannot believe this. "You know, you're not the only one who said. Even my parents," I said.

Not this time though, far from it actually. Deep down it pained me not to share my joy with him. I wanted to let him know I was doing fine, that I was feeling great. Blair was making me the happiest I had even been since that miserable day, and I desperately wanted to tell Kent, but I couldn't. Maybe one day I could, in the far future, but not now. "Don't worry Kent, I'm fine, believe me." I said. Those words were genuine, and I think the sincerity in my voice convinced him.

For making me feel like I matter. Instead, I just smiled. “For this adventure.”

We stay in an uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes until she decides to speak again. “Is he making you happy?” She asks and I nod, smiling. I can feel my entire body replying to her question. Hell, is he making me happy? He is making me the happiest person in the world. I think my mom realizes I am telling the truth because she pulls me into a hug and I feel a single tear roll down my face.

I asserted with fervor, placing emphasis on each word. "I am traversing this path unaccompanied, yet I harbor no grievances; in fact, I find solace in it," I continued, my determination unwavering. "I am happy, mum." "Are you happy? It feels like it's been an eternity since I've seen your radiant smile, the one that used to light up your face. I miss hearing your laughter, and when I do hear it, it seems forced and insincere." Her gaze rests on me, her hand gently placed on my shoulder. There are no tears in her eyes, but they appear glossy.

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

I said and hugged her tightly. We chitchat for some more time, I was so happy today I can not explain the happiness. God, please do not take this happiness from me.