Seasons

Blue

(Note: The setting is sa kwarto naman talaga. It just happened na I was listening sa seasons to find inspiration to write tonight tas nag-play yung shape of you after. Kung ano man kakahantungan nito, that's not my fault!! Isisi sa music player!!)

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Anntonia's POV:

"Knock, knock!" I heard a deep voice from outside. I stood up from lying in my bed and hid the massaging equipment I was using to alleviate the pain in my arm.

After fixing everything, including my very messy hair, I walked to the door and opened it.

Here we go again. Why did I make her come here when I am fully aware that I would react this way?

"Hola! Can I come in?" Michelle asked, wearing that very bright smile of hers.

I wanted to laugh at how different we are. She's looking so bright, like she's beaming with positivity while I am looking like a hopeless person forced to emerge from a tunnel of darkness.

"No. You're too energetic."

Her face suddenly went confused, even tilting her head like she was not getting me. "Is there something wrong? That's why you made me come here?"

"Everything is wrong," I blurted out of nowhere, without even having a context in mind. Her expression suddenly changed into a more serious one as she stood there, looking like she's about to fight someone. "...At your face," I added to kill the tension.

She just stayed still and stared at me with her eyebrow raised, obviously not buying it. She likes reading me, for sure.

"You can't read me, can you?" I said. I know that she actually can because she proved it so many times in the past, but I can tell that she won't be able to do that now. I am so empty that I can't even feel myself.

"I am trying," she answered.

It actually made me melt. It must be too complicated for her to deal with someone like me. Everything about me is going on a downfall.

"Why don't you let me in? Let's talk about that."

"What are you? A psychologist?"

"Well, technically, you know my college background," she said confidently and smiled widely at me again.

"What a flex."

"Antonia, just please let me in. It looks really weird to talk like this. We're like gossiping with our neighborhood or something," she complained.

I just mocked her by making a face, then I opened the door so that she could get in.

"Why did you ask me to come here pala?" She made herself comfortably lie on my bed and hugged one of the pillows. Her cap fell off from her head, but she wasn't picking it up, so I took it and placed it on my lamp.

"Were you busy before I messaged you?" I calmly asked her and rested my back on the headboard while sitting.

"Nope. We were still on the shuttle, but I don't mind leaving. It's also crowded there."

"That explains your energy. You're drunk." She partially lifted her upper body from lying down on my bed and used her elbows to support her weight.

"Hey, I am not drunk. I have a high tolerance, noh." She bragged while eyeing me like she can't believe I act so lifeless around her.

"Again, what a flex," I responded, to piss her off.

But this woman was not even affected; she just giggled and rested her head on the pillow she was cuddling earlier.