Eunoia (Greek):
A pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit. Beautiful thinking.
Harmony Ivy Reed - a nineteen year old girl in her second year of college, tackling college life by storm as she strives to stay on top at one of the most prestigious...
Querencia— a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home.
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It was the weekend, which meant I could talk to my friend without worrying about anything for hours.
"So you hugged him, and you were okay?" Zara asked, stupefied, when I hummed.
"I mean, I did panic at the start but then I reminded myself that Sawyer wouldn't hurt me and was a friend." I told them.
"So... You're good now?" Logan's voice filtered through the speaker when I laid on my back on the bed.
"Not really, I'm just okay around those two, and you guys, obviously. I still don't want anyone other than that near me." I explained.
We three talked for nearly half an hour more, talking about our colleges and Logan's new crush which made us overly excited before we had said our goodbyes.
I sighed, staring at the ceiling as a sad smile stayed on my face. I missed my friends, and even though we called regularly, it wasn't the same.
I missed Zara pushing me to do things I didn't want to and our endless bitching sessions, and I missed Logan looking out for me like the over-protective brother-bear he was and threatening to kill whoever hurt me.
All in all, I wanted them to come back but all three of us knew that wouldn't be possible for a while, especially not now, even though they promised to visit sometime.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the doorbell rang and I sat up in confusion because no one really came here unless Bastian or Sawyer were home and as much as I knew, both of them were at work and hadn't returned yet, and even if they had, I wouldn't have known because I was cooped up in my room.
I frowned, then waited for a while to see if the person had gone but when the bell rang again, I got out of my room and looked around the empty hallway.
"Bastian? Sawyer?" I called a few times but heard nothing in response. Assuming the guys weren't back yet, I walked towards the elevator and let it open.
Just as it opened, a woman with light brown hair and familiar hazel-grey eyes looked back at me with barely contained surprise.
"Who are you?" She asked, looking me up and down curiously when I frowned.
"I live here, who are you? And what are you doing at Bastian's place?" I questioned with my arms crossed over my chest when she did the same.
"So you're my son's girlfriend? Wife? Who even are you?" She spoke while looking at my left hand, probably for ring when she stopped at the silver band on my finger and her brows furrowed thoughtfully.
"That's none of your business who I am, how can I help you?" I tried to be polite to the woman, noticing her sunken eyes with dark circles underneath them, but she was dressed quite nicely, although she looked to be in her late forties.
