Voice Note ♦ C.H.

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"Hello"

"Today I didn't go to school. I'm not feeling well"

I informed the tape recorder even though I know it wouldn't respon anything.

"I think there's something in my throat that burns like hell"

My voice cracked and I hate it. When something bad happens on my voice or throat I hate it. Because I wouldn't be able to sing or even just speak.

"And my head is pounding"

"I'm feeling like a shit right now"

I sighed heavily, remembering having mental breakdown twice today.

"Luke and Michael came here afterschool. I didn't know what miracle attacked them because when they came, they were cool. They didn't scream, yelling nor insult each other"

"And I didn't know wether to be glad or not because unbelievebly, Luke had turned into a super mom and taking care of me like a mother whenever her child is sick"

I chuckeled when remember he tried to cook pasta and ended up like a clown with tomato sauce all over his face.

"I have no idea how Liz gets over his son"

"Luke remainds me of you, though"

Cleared my sore thorat, I turned to the other side of the bed that have been friends with me along this day.

"I remember that time we were on middle school and I was sick, you were taking care of me and made me my favorite food. But you didn't messed up like Luke"

"You're more like Mali, my sister. Remember her? Yeah, she's no longer here. She's on college now, but not far from here"

"Sometimes she comes here and we were just cudlling all the time"

"Just like us, when we were younger"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath,

"I miss her and it hurts"

"But do you know what hurts the most?"

"Missing you"

"Because I know I won't get you back on my side"