All Chapters of The Us Between Chaos: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared out my window as the rain poured. I wonder why some people find peace and calmness in the rain. I hate rain because they ruin my plans, my shoes, my outfit, and I can’t see the sun. Just like men, for me, they are hindrances, and I always need to carry something to protect me when they are around. Just like the rain, I always have to carry an umbrella so that I won't get wet. But Tycen? He’s different. I met different guys in my 19 years of existence, but this is the first time I have met someone like him. Someone who doesn't talk big, he never did try to impress me with cheesy pick-up lines or long paragraphs. He didn't try to portray himself as a perfect person; he made mistakes and never rushed things with me. He’s a puzzle, I’m not too fond of mystery, but he’s so mesmerizing, which makes me wonder if I can solve it. Sometimes I know him, but sometimes not. He reminds me of the moon. Only his little part was seen. Can I do this? Am I able to tell him what I felt for him

”Sydney, they’re here!’ Paris shouted. I drop the broom and dustpan, rush outside the room, and welcome our uncle and his wife. Mom was walking out of her room, slowly walking towards us. I came near her and helped her walk stably. ”We bring foods to eat on our way here, don’t bother to cook.”, Uncle Lan said. Paris quickly grabs it and prepares it in the kitchen. ”How are you feeling, my dearest sister?” uncle asked enthusiastically. Mom smiled genuinely. ”Good, good.”, she answered while looking at me, asking if she answered correctly. I smiled at her and mouthed very well. She has Aphasia, a condition that makes her unable to communicate. It’s the side effect of the stroke. ”How is it going, Syd?” my uncle asked me. I sat properly. ”So far, so good, uncle. We’re going back to the hospital for more follow-up checkups. This month we are scheduled for laboratory tests.”, I answered. Mom was admitted to the hospital one year ago due to a stroke. We’ve been at the hospital for al

Three days passed since the last time I saw Hade. He told me that he was just going to check Jarred first. I wonder if Jarred saw him because he never comes back. What a great thing to do - ghosting. No wonder why he becomes a ghost all of a sudden. Maybe it was his karma? I shake the thought. It was still inadequate to think of someone like that. He somewhat reminds me of Tycen. Who is he, Tycen 2.0? I can't help but laugh about the thought. I wonder how is Tycen doing after three months? Do I sometimes cross his mind, or it's just me who keeps thinking about him? I wonder if they got back together. Today was Sunday. I promised myself that I wouldn't do any house chores every Sunday. I have to do whatever I want the whole day. But the thing is, it was so limited. I can only read books that I've already read a thousand times, write my four-year ongoing story that hasn't been finished until now, or annoy my mom or Paris. I walked towards my notebook shelf and picked one of my firs

I wondered if I'll be having a day where I never have to spend my day shitting myself out of nervousness like this one. I highly doubt that. As he chills in his seat, Hade keeps laughing about what he told me to say when I approach Jarred at his usual spot wherein we were sitting right now. I decided to accept the offer. I'm still confused if I did this right or what. But just like Hade, I'm also desperate to give Mom and Paris everything they need. I no longer want to keep asking my family for money. Hade told me that he'd be coming around nine in the morning, and we came here at eight in the morning because I need time to adjust and blend in around the place. It's five to nine, he'll be around any minute, and I still don't know what to say first before threatening his life. "Chill, you look so tense. As if you were here to kill Jarred or rob the shop." Hade said calmly. I glared at him and finished my third cup of Iced Caramel Machiatto. I don't drink coffee but, I usually do to

The time always went so quickly. Soon I'll be attending one of the prestigious private universities in the Philippines. I looked at Jarred, who was busy contacting people on his phone. Switching schools at the last moment are the worst, and luckily he has a lot of connections. He quickly redialed a number after bidding goodbye to his current phone call. He seemed relaxed for someone in a rush. He keeps checking things in his little notebook while talking to the phone. "Here you go, two Cappucino and one Iced Caramel Machiatto." the barista said while smiling. I smiled a bit and quickly picked up the tray and walked towards Jarred's usual seat- the center seat beside the glass wall. I put his coffee in front of him and the two on me, one for Hade, who has been sitting beside me. He smiled from ear to ear. This time there were no people aside from us. Hade communicates with Jarred through writing since he can't hear and see him. "My secretary already took care of your credentials, a