I know Flint. I know when he's mad, when he's stressed- pretty much everything. For the many months that we've been together, I've learned not to counter his sour mood with another sour mood, and I believe he's also like that when I'm the one in a bad mood.We don't always have good days so I understand if he's in a bad mood most of the time, especially now that all his school loads are quite hectic.Hearing his tone, I know he's not in a good mood so I just try to give him a small smile as I open the gate so we can get inside the apartment. It's already dark and cold outside so we need to be inside.Nobody talked while we were on the way to our unit. All I could hear was the sound of our shoes on the floor. Right then, I knew Flint's tired and probably so stressed. I'm not really a patient person, but with him, I can always stretch it. Maybe that's how love is.When I opened the door to our apartment, I saw Taylor sitting on the stool at the counter, with her laptop in front of her.
The weeks continued and our set up stayed the same. Due to Flint's busy schedule, there are days when we don't see each other. It's sad and I was really longing for his presence each time, but I understand that I can't demand for his time because he has things he needed to do. I was also kind of getting used to going somewhere alone when my friends are busy. When Flint still has a flexible time, he's the one I'm always with. I'm pretty much used to being alone, but it's just sadder now. Today is one of those examples. Taylor has a thing with her organization, Sean went out with his friends, and Bailey, who I really considered one of my close friends now has a date with Elisse. Flint doesn't get jealous anymore with Bailey. He had seen him together with Elisse once and according to him, they were making out to the point that he wanted to shout at them and tell them to get there own room. After that, he never got jealous again, because he knows Bailey already has someone he's craz
After that interaction with that man, I couldn't go back to what I was initially doing. There are a lot of things running in my head- questions I was answers on. I can no longer concentrate so I decided to just go back to the apartment. No one was there when I get home so I'm pretty much alone- alone with my thoughts. I couldn't even stay still. I would lay on the bed, sit up, stand up, pace around the room. I was restless and I know I couldn't do anything if I don't ask my Mom. If there's someone who can explain me everything, that would be my Mom. So I got my phone and dialed her number. As much as I want to go home to ask my questions in person, but that would take hours. I can't wait for a few more hours just for my questions to be answered. I needed it to be now. Mom's phone just rang on my first call. I couldn't just give up. So I dialed her number again. On the third ring, she finally answered and my heart almost jump upon hearing her voice. "Are you okay, hun?" Was t
When Mom said she's near, I went out of the apartment and waited for her outside. I brought the things I would need because we can't discuss things in the apartment becaue Taylor's there. It's almost dark now and I'm not sure where she would take me so we could talk. A few meters away from where I am standing, I saw her car slowing down. I felt the erratic beating of my heart again. I am about to know something tonight. It could be big. It might surprise me. But i'd rather feel that way than be clueless at all. Mom stopped the car eight in front of me. She looked at me through the window to her side. "Hi, hun," she greeted. I could tell she's a little tense. "Hi, Mom," I replied. "Hop in," she said. I did what I was told and got inside the passenger's seat. As soon as I sat there and settled, silence enveloped us. I'm not used to the silence. Mom and I talk a lot and I hate that we have reached this point. "Where are we going?" I queried when Mom started the car. S
I am moving out. I am starting college. And I’m a little bit anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really a socially incapable person. Maybe, a little, but I think I can survive. It’s just that leaving the place where I grew up makes me sad. And facing this new chapter in my life brings a certain feeling to my gut. Is it nervousness? I think so. All throughout my childhood, we lived in Crestville. I was already born when my parents moved to that place. So technically, I lived there my whole life. It’s such a shame that my dream University isn’t close to our neighborhood, resulting in me moving out to live in the dorms so I could start creating my place in society. I’ve never been away from my family for a very long time. We always stick together. I’m not sure if we’re just clingy people or what. And yeah, it’s making me feel anxious. I know they will be just two hours away from me. But still, there’s distance. And distance scares me. “So this will be your home for the next four year
It was like the wolf was looking straight at me, trying to get to me. I was starting to feel all the creeps so I took off the necklace and hid it inside the drawer of my study table. I think this necklace Mom got from her mother is haunted or something. To get my mind out of the creepy thoughts, I decided to continue fixing my stuff. My roommate might arrive and I don’t want her to think I’m sloppy. When I got tired of fixing my stuff, I decided to take a rest and lie on the bed. When I did, I realized it was too boring to just lie there so I got the book I’m currently reading from my bag. I have a lot of books at home. My hobbies are mainly book-related- reading a book, buying books, window shopping books, planning for a book, etc. Aside from family and academics, my life mostly revolves around books. I want to be a writer and be able to publish books in the future. That’s why I took up Creative Writing as my major. I started writing when I was still young so I think as I grow ol
The kind of bond me and my Mom has is something I will never trade for anything. She’s all in one- a mother, a sister, a best friend, my confidante. I told her everything and she would just listen. She’s a good listener, and that’s just one of the many things I love about her. I have two sisters, but I am the closest to my Mom. She’s cool and she always reminds me that my feelings are valid. She always says the best words. I went out of the Dormitory and waited for her at the gate. It’s already dark since it’s almost 10 pm now. The moment I told her I needed her, she quickly got into her car and drove here. Home is two hours away. I don’t want to hassle my Mom but I’m just too overwhelmed with all of these fuzzy feelings. And only she can help me feel at ease. There are still a number of students out so I’m not scared to wait for her here outside. It’s not yet the official start of classes so the curfew is still not valid. We’re still allowed to accept visitors. I just sat on the
It’s already past 7 and we’ve been standing in line for almost an hour now. But there’s still a LOT of girls ahead of us. It takes so much time for one to finish bathing. My heart’s already pounding crazily inside my chest. I think we're gonna be late for our freshmen orientation. “Okay, this is not gonna work,” Taylor murmured. She’s behind me and we are actually the last people in the line. How crazy is that? “I know. But I’m not comfortable going out without so much as washing my face,” I replied. “I’ll go downstairs and check if the line’s not as long. You stay here, I’ll come back,” Taylor said. I haven’t replied yet and she already left, leaving me with her things. I took a deep sigh as I wished people downstairs didn't take forever to shower. No one warned us about the long line in the bathroom. If I only knew, I would’ve just taken a bath last night. While on the line, I kept looking at the stairs to see if Taylor’s coming or not. I also checked the time on the clock dis