Love doesn't last [Jeno]

15. Aria

“You are an ungrateful child! I wish you were more like your little sister Aria, she is so far in life and living better off than you” she said making my anger lose control. I hate when people compare me to others especially my sister!

Aria is my little sister who helped our whole family with our economy while I was struggling to find a good job when my mother knew I dropped out of high school to write.

She is no other than the visual and vocal of a K-pop group called Starshine. When I explain how she is it makes me sound like I hate her, but I don’t. I rather have the strongest connection to my little sweet and hard-working sister Aria.

She has done a lot and deserves all the credit she gets. I just don’t like to be compared and mom always compares me to other people.

“How about you go and call your favorite daughter and leave me alone!” I shouted into the phone and hang up before she could scream back creating another painful headache.

I throw the phone back so it hits the bed just when I hear someone knock on the door.

“You okay? I heard screaming and thought juice would help you scream better” he said opening the door slightly to see if he was allowed to come inside while I was mad.

I don’t know why or how he always seemed to make me smile no matter my mood or how I felt. That smile wasn’t fake even if I was upset with Mom.

“Yeah I am okay now that I saw your warming smile,” I said letting out a small amount of laughter that made him walk in and sit beside me on the bed. Jeno sat down the glass of water and made himself comfortable in a respectful way in my room.

“I don’t know if that’s how people are straightforward or if you say such pleased and nice things with a good description because you are an author,” he said looking confused in a cute and silly way. Wanting me to know more about this boy Jeno.

“I didn’t notice I use a lot of adjectives when I speak, I usually do when I write,” I say thinking about my book again. I can't do this anymore like keep up with my mother and the book. Both annoying as hell and I want them to just finish.

Nobody would complain as much as I when it comes to my life. I rather have a mom who is proud of me than the one who makes conditions for my writing.

“That’s good, how is your booking going?” Jeno asked looking curious about the book and wanting to know more. I felt like he asked because he wanted to not because I wanted him to.

“I am empty, not even a good title,” I said sulking and he just chuckled as he saw me acting like a kid. Jeno looked like he had an idea that could help me but he struggled to find the words to make me understand.