AUGUST
“Ambrose? Are you leaving? Why the fuck are you putting your clothes on?” I yelled almost like an invisible person. It’s not an almost. Ambrose really disregarded my entire presence and it’s not cool anymore. It’s alarming how he was just blocking me off from actually interacting with him. I waited for this for the whole week and I still have to struggle. What the actual fuck.
I became stricken with panic as I watched Ambrose continue to put his clothes on without turning his back to acknowledge my unwanted presence. For a short while, I thought of jumping down below and swim back to the riverbank or climbing down the boulder just to catch up to him. I felt stupid. I chose to climb down instead and I was already rushing towards Ambrose. I picked up my pace even though I’m feeling the hard surface of the rocks and pebbles on the soles of my feet. Slowing down wasn&rsquo
AUGUSTI tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.I already forgot about the fighting days between me and Ambrose. That was months and months ago and after he confessed his feelings towards me, I became extra confident to let go of that memory. Letting of the bad memory was certainly a bad idea on my part but I’m not going to regret
AUGUSTIt was just a three-word phrase but it was more than enough to reverberate throughout my head. I’m starting to feel giddy but I have to keep my cool. I don’t even think I felt this crazy when Rachel said the same exact phrase to me. That one was pretty obvious and that’s because I don’t really love her. I like her as a person, as a strong woman, as the way she was but I never really felt love in terms of romance for her. In spite all of that, Ambrose uttered the words with such burning emotion that I’ve never seen of him ever since I came here at Mary Heights. The words were loud and resonating that I instantly connected with it. My world was just losing control a few moments ago all because of him but the moment he spat that phrase, it transformed to a brighter one. A better world filled with rainbows and butterflies. It seems that the storm had passed by and I’m glad it did.Ambro
AUGUSTI have been over the moon about all of this and maybe that was the sole reason why I did not notice how things went by. It was basically a whirlwind. Things went pretty fast that I wasn’t in the right mental state to be observant of the moment. The trip to Ambrose’s house was just me holding tight on his ripped torso and the rush of wind just ruthlessly whipping my necktie off. I found myself hopping down from Ambrose’s motorcycle right after he parked at his usual parking spot. The sun was just about to set and the skies was dyed with a beautiful raw orange hue. We can’t generally see the sun because of the house and all of the trees surrounding this place but we can still see the sky. The sun’s rays were bright enough that there were filaments of the orange hue slitting from every direction. There were some birds flying around just giving us the sign that it’s going to be dark soon enough.&nbs
AUGUST“What are you doing?” My eyes gawked at Ambrose’s beautifully sculpted body and there’s no denying the fact that the inner gay August inside of me was on the verge of melting. “W…why the fuck are you naked?” I was stuttering a bit and I guess I’m sweating mentally too. I can’t speak straight and that’s all on Ambrose and the teasing game that he was trying to play.He ignored me and just gave me this mischievous grin that’s sending me to a land of giddiness and butterflies. I swallowed hard and I can’t even spare a split second to look away from this beautiful creature that’s standing right in front me.“Ambrose,” I trailed the moment as I was just about to enter panic mode when he began pulling down his pants. “What the fuck, Ambrose?!” I’m starting to think a bit different and quite naugh
AUGUSTThe pungent odor of garlic and onions being sautéed had the inevitable audacity to invade my nostrils and it did nothing but make feel famished than I already am. My stomach was churning like I haven’t eaten all day and I can only swallow my saliva for a bit of relief. I was preparing the chicken on the kitchen sink while Ambrose was standing in front of the stove waiting for the garlic and onions to be sautéed to perfection. I had this feeling that he was as hungry as I am. We have decided to cook something for dinner and I’m more than glad to do this with him. We both know that we are not good at cooking but there’s no one else here to do that other than ourselves. We had already cooked ramen stew together before but I never thought something like that would happen again. I’m still trying to let everything sink in. I was smiling while doing my job and I just had to control myself.
AUGUSTThe chicken was surprisingly tasty good. It’s not entirely the best if we are going to talk about master chef taste level, but it’s definitely good than most of the chicken stew that I’ve tasted in my entire life. The only best tasting chicken stew that I know was the one that my grandmother makes and it kind of made me miss her so much. I guess the reason why the stew tasted good than what we initially thought of it was mostly because we followed the instructions as thoroughly as possible. We didn’t add some bullshit tips and tricks shenanigans that, for sure wouldn’t work during our first time cooking this.I volunteered to help Ambrose prepare and set up everything but he insisted that he must do all of the quote unquote wife job in a kind of comedic way that I was just left speechless. I was laughing under my breath and ultimately letting Ambrose do all the job because y
AUGUSTLooking at Ambrose right now, I am definitely falling even deeper for him. I feel like the more I spend this kind of simple quality time with him, the more I’m being drawn closer and closer to him. That has never happened to me before. I have never been this drawn and attracted to someone. I did have a few crushes along the way but it never went to a point that I’m falling real deep. There’s definitely more parts of him that I have yet to discover and I’m all curious and intrigued to get to know him even better than I already know him. It’s like I’m sailing into an uncharted water with the lingering thought that there’s a lot of beautiful wonders just waiting to be uncovered.“I feel like I want to end things with Rachel right now.” I added making my voice even firm to let Ambrose know that I’m pretty much serious about this decision. It might be the alcohol
AUGUSTThe impact was just as tolerable, nothing really serious to be worried about. Perhaps it’s because I’ve had enough alcohol that it basically numbed the actual pain that I’m supposed to feel. I can’t even feel the hard and cold floor like there’s something wrong with my sense of feel.“Fuck. I…I’m so sorry, August!” Ambrose came running to where I was thrown behind the couch. “I didn’t mean to shove you like that. I’m so sorry.” He was now the one who’s in panic mode which made me think he never really meant to do that. It was just a normal reaction and I guess I was just fragile and weak enough that I was thrown with just an effortless action. It’s as if I’m just a soft pillow that was thrown around. “Are you alright, August? Fuck. Do I need to get some ice or something?” Ambrose was already crouc