I’ve been almost living in the hospital. I would go to work but my mind would always wander, that’s why after work, I always go directly to the hospital. My mind’s really in chaos when I don’t get to visit Mommy Miranda and Daisy. Whenever I don’t know how they’re doing, I feel uneasy. It has become a part of my routine to visit them every time I have the chance. I went to Daisy first. Dom texted me earlier that she’ll be discharged tomorrow. I knocked on the door before opening it. I peeked first to make sure I’m not walking into an awkward situation. Because the last time I went it straight, I walked into them both crying. I saw Dominic sitting beside Daisy who’s currently sleeping.“How is she?” I asked when I entered the room. I tried to not make so much noise because I don’t want to wake her up. It's the only time she gets to be at peace. Because the moment she opens her eyes, she would always cry. “Still not as talkative, but she’s eating now,” Dominic replied. He’s looking
I didn’t know what to say. What he said really caught me off guard. Why does he has to say all of these?I stayed silent simply because I am lost for words. We looked like fools standing in front of a door. People would be weirded out if they see us here. “You know what, never mind,” he said, dismissing the topic we had earlier. I am suddenly lost. I don't know what's going on in his head. He opened the door to Mommy Miranda's, so I was forced to tuck that topic at the deepest part of my brain. When we entered the room, both Mom and dad were looking at us. And Mommy Miranda’s smile as usual looks like she’s teasing us. They might have noticed too that Zandrey and I are getting better. We were pretty much always together and everytime, Mommy Miranda has that weird smile on her face. I know what she's thinking. A part of me wants to stop her from thinking that way but I still ended up letting her think whatever. If that somehow makes her forget all the pain she's feeling, that's fi
We were a little quiet during dinner. Not that I don’t want to talk, but because I was enjoying the food. We talk sometimes. Zandrey would start the talk but it would immediately die down. Maybe we were both hungry because our attentions would be directed to the food right after. But I liked it better that way. We were not as awkward unlike before. I could really say I’m slowly getting comfortable again. When we finished eating, I felt like there’s something else I want to do more. It’s Friday and I’ve never been out for so long. I miss going out and drinking on Friday nights. Sadly, that rarely happens these days. First, because I don't have anyone to hangout with because Daisy's still recovering. Second, I’m swamped with work. Third, do I even have the energy left? I don’t think so. “Do you want to go home?” Zandrey asked after paying the bill. I asked myself, do I want to go home already? I looked outside. The street lights made outside looked magical. Maybe I was re
Silence enveloped us after he said those words. I don’t know how to react. He totally caught me off guard. He also didn't say anything after blurting out those words. Because of the silence, I felt the need to do something- anything that can distract me from the words he just said. So I took interest with the beer. I was supposed to stop drinking, but I took the glass to my mouth and drank the remaining beer in it. I could feel Zandrey gazing at me. “Don't you want to go home?” He broke the silence. I could feel the heat spreading on my face, which means I’m quite drunk now, but i could still think straight, just drunk enough to be shameless. “Do you wanna go home now?” I asked back. I tried to stare back at him. We were both staring at each other, like no one wants to lose the staring game. “Only if you want to,” he replied. “I can't leave you here because you're... quite drunk, so you can’t drive,” he added. I nodded. Something crazy’s running in my head. And I d
Warning: R18. Zandrey was my first and my last kiss and more and it has been years since it happened. But when our lips touched, it was like I still knew all along how it would feel. It was familiar and consuming. I was guessing he was surprised because of what I did as he was not able to react right away. I’m crazy, I know. Earlier, I don't even want to be with him, but a few glasses of beer later, I’m even initiating a kiss. When I realized what I had done, I quickly moved away. “I’m sorry,” I said. I didn’t hear him reply. When I looked at Zandrey, he was just staring at me- the kind of stare that’s trying to pierce through my soul. “Why did you do that?” He asked. Why did I do that? Because he looks good and dashing and dreamy and I’m drunk and I haven’t kissed anyone for a very long time. But I didn’t say a word. “Aira…” “I’m drunk, I’m sorry,” I said. Now I’m starting to feel ashamed. “Please don’t say you’re sorry.” I didn’t move. I feel like
The moment I woke up, the memories of what happened last night all came to my mind. I couldn't even care about the throbbing pain in ny head because the memories of what happened last night invaded my entire system. Now I feel so frustrated not to Zandrey or anyone, but to myself. See? I knew I would regret it but I still let it happen last night. No, I made it happen last night. I suddenly remember how I initiated the kiss, how I told him to fuck me. I don't know if my mind was playing tricks on me, but I thought about me almost begging him for it to happen. And I even told myself I’ll deal with it today. Now that today finally came, I wanted to slap and punch myself. “Good morning, Mommy,” Andrei greeted. I was glad he didn't see me look crazy rolling above my bed earlier. When he went inside my room, I was just lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What can I do now when everything's already happened? It can't be undone. And even if I try to not think about it t
The entire time I was with Zandrey was a torture for me. It should be a good time for us because we’re making Andrei happy. But everytime I see his face, the first thing that comes to my mind was what happened last night. I tried my best to dismiss it because it would only affect my day with our son. I’m not sure if I did succeed, I just know that I survived. I don't know what to do anymore. I know I can't avoid him forever. We have a kid together. At times like this when I don’t know what to do, I always go to Daisy. But with what she's going through, I don't want to burden her with my problems. She has a bigger problem she has to face. I feel bad that I don’t have any idea how she’s doing right now. I always send her a message, asking how she is or of there's anything she wants to do but she never replied to my texts. I thought maybe I should visit her. And that’s what I did. After weeks of thinking about it, I finally went to visit her. I'm already outside their house. I just
Everytime I ask myself, I also don't know the answer. I don’t know what I feel. I don't know if I still feel mad or I just don't want to feel anything at all. Feelings are too complicated to deal with. I don't want to add more things to the list of stuff I need to think about. I was staring at nowhere, diving deep into my thoughts, but I still ended up answering, “I don’t know.” “It's hard to assess feelings, right?” Daisy suddenly murmured. I looked at her and quickly wondered what’s going on with her and Dom. I was drowning with the things that are going on in my life lately that I forgot to ask her. “How's you and Dom?” I queried. One of the reason why they got married was because Daisy got pregnant and both of them realized they want to give the child a complete family. But I can see and feel it, that they feel something for each other. I saw them before everything got messy. And I saw how genuine Dominic is. It’s just sad that going through this rough patch led them t