Sunday was spent wonderfully; Andrea and I agreed to meet up, and we spent our day in a lovely local park, sharing various of thoughts and keeping ourselves updated with each others lives. I went on explaining everything about Tsiamo, and how she was right (she nearly had my eardrums as victims when she let out the most ear-piercing scream), and then went down the rabbit hole of telling her about my friendship with Micah, along side Reid and Qaileen.
Mind me, Tsiamo has been calling nonstop and I have not answered even one call since.
Andrea wasn't too fond of the idea of Qaileen and I being around each other, with the reasons along the lines of Qaileen being a bothersome person. I didn't question her much about it purely considering I am not that close with the girl, though I did think to take her opinion to heart. She also found it strange that Micah and I were getting closer, calling each other friends. That stopped me from telling her about last night... or rather, the details of last night. All she knows is after seeing Tsiamo's cheating behind at the club, I had went home.
Andrea then updated me about her life. She found out she was pregnant a week or two after our argument, and she said she wanted to reach out but the timing was awful. I had asked if herself and Carlos were thinking of getting married, to which she informed that she didn't think it was necessary since they would be together forever, and they were certain of it. It made me wonder if maybe it was a wolf thing; not finding the need to get married if and when a wolf finds his or her mate. Then again, I couldn't ask her for more information.
We went on having a mini picnic of sort where we stuffed our face. Well, she did. I happened to cherry pick the things I was eating out of consideration for her pregnancy.
Her pregnancy. I find it still weird that Andrea is pregnant. An entire (human?) being is growing inside of her and what makes matters more interesting is it's a little cub. It had me wondering why, or if wolves having a bunch of cubs at one go, or if they have one (or twins) like humans. It also made me wonder if she'd end up giving birth in her wolf form, or if the cub would come out in its wolf form.
So many questions and no answers, considering she hasn't told me as yet. I know that one day, somehow, I will 'find out', and a part of me isn't prepared for that day. It would mean facing the reality of the situation and, coming to terms and admitting things I've been keeping to myself for a long while.
Afterwards, we headed separate ways. I went home, stuffed my face some more and found myself half way into slumber at the thought of Saturday.
I mean, Saturday was interesting. Sure, I had my heart stabbed by Tsiamo and it hurt. Maybe not as much as it did with Banele, and nothing could compare to the separation between Micah and I, but it still stung. I think it was embarrassing; I cried in front of Micah once again, this time because of another guy. There I was at his house, in his room, telling him my life story and the weird part was, I found it to be pleasant. It felt good unloading it, despite admitting things to him a part of me wished he already knew, but it felt like a load off of my chest.
Being in his entire house was an experience because I was left thinking about all the memories I retrieved being there, over a year ago when things were different. The house looked the exact same. Maybe a few items were different but nonetheless, it was the same mansion.
Thankfully Abraham wasn't there, but seeing Mariah brought so much shame and guilt. It was nice seeing her, though; she was as beautiful as I first saw her.
Then, Micah admitted to wanting to kiss me, which damn near scared me. It was an... interesting revelation. Reminded me that Micah was still Micah, memory wiped or not. He was still the same to an extent. He said it so confidently, forgetting our status, and a huge part of me liked that. Guilty as charged, a huge part of me wished he didn't tell me.
