Kharise is not a lover. The very thought of it is repulsive to her.
Mostly because she has had her heart broken in such a manner that seems irreparable.
Living in a world where her father shows her the littlest love known to mankind and her best fr...
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Song for this chapter- Replaced by Sik World
Tuesday night
I wish my life was a nightmare.
That would have been a lot more bearable than what I am facing right now.
I try to focus but the world around me is spinning and twisting, furniture and people dancing round and round me while the universe cackles at me with blood-curdling laughter.
My ears are ringing, partially resulting from the hard contact of my Aunt Graciela's scented palm with my cheek.
And mostly because of everything that happened within the last 30 minutes.
Flashback to thirty minutes ago...
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then." Yana waves goodbye to me and heads down the street.
I start up the front steps and I can already hear it before I open the door.
"It's crazy, I know. But he always had his head in the clouds you know." The squeaky voice, heavily laced with a Spanish accent goes on and I can almost feel my lunch coming back up at the fact that Aunt Graciela is in my home. Again.
I try to close the door behind me as quietly as possible and zoom to my bedroom, but my plans are cut short as Aunt Graciela whirls around the instant I walk in.
"Oh, cariño, how are you? How is she taking it?" She engulfs me in a sweet scented and oddly gentle hug which I do not return, directing the last part to my parents. "Taking what?"
I pull back and take in her appearance. She has no make-up on. Her hair is in a messy bun instead of its usual voluminous waves. Her outfit is oddly simple.
Yep, something is definitely wrong.
"Taking what?"
I look back at my parents, searching their eyes for whatever tragedy this is supposed to be. "What happened, Tía?"
"Carlos, you didn't tell her? She was his favorite."
Tia Graciela begins again with the dramatics, while I take deep calming breaths to numb the newly born headache that is threatening to split my skull. I should still have some aspirin, I think to myself as I press my finger to my temples, rubbing in circles.
"Here." She pulls out an envelope from her purse.
"This arrived for you in my mail last week Friday." I take it from her and pull out a folded piece of paper from inside it. Written on top of the envelope was this;
JONAS GREY.
"What the fuck?" I say in relief and happiness. It feels nice to hear from a sensible person after long while. A genuine smile creeps onto my face for the first time today.
