"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Beatrix :
Why is this happening to me?
I seriously can’t believe I ended up in a group with three loud, carefree people who don’t seem to take this project seriously.
Mr. Popular—Ethan—keeps saying he’ll let us know when we should start, like he’s the CEO of this group or something. Apparently, he’s too busy right now. And Martha and Ryle? They just nod along, no questions asked, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world.
So I keep quiet too. If three people agree, who am I to argue?
Fine. Let’s see when they finally decide to get serious.
—
“Hey, welcome back!”
Emma’s voice greets me as soon as I step inside. She’s sitting cross-legged on the couch, typing away on her laptop, eyes glued to the screen.
“What are you up to?” I ask, dropping onto the seat beside her.
“Just editing some photos,” she replies, tilting the screen toward me.
She’s a photographer—studying something related to photography and film. I never fully understood the technicalities of her profession, but she’s passionate about it, and that’s all that matters.
“Oh, by the way, your mom called a few minutes ago,” Emma adds, not looking up from her work. “She said you’re not answering her calls.”
My head snaps up. “She called?” I fish my phone out of my bag, checking the screen. Three missed calls.
“Must’ve been on silent,” I mumble, already heading to my room. “I’ll call her back, then I need to leave for work.”
Emma hums in acknowledgment, and I shut the door behind me, exhaling as I stare at my phone.
I dialed my mom’s number, and she picked up almost instantly.
"Hello, Bee!" Her voice was bright, warm—just the way it always was.
“Hey, Mom! Sorry, my phone was on silent,” I said, settling onto the edge of my bed.
"No problem! How was your day? Did you eat something?" The worry in her voice was unmistakable.
I smiled. “It was good! I had breakfast, and I grabbed lunch at the college canteen,” I reassured her, laughing softly. “What about you? Where’s Dad?”
"Oh, we’re just sitting in front of the TV. Your dad’s watching the news."
Of course. He was always watching the news.
“Got it. I’ll call you later, Mom. I have to run now.”
"Make sure you don’t leave your phone on silent again!"
