. Avah was standing in front of my bed and had her little pink bag pack on her back,and consciously looking at me.
"Come on,get your ass out of the bed!" She purrs.
Before I went to bed last night. Me and mom got into fight. I just don't like her offer. If no one wants, NO ONE. There's no way I'll tell or She'll tell to avah. No. I won't let that happen. So I'm lack of sleep because of that. And now Im being woken by this girl.
Avah was finding some clothes for me to wear. I can see in her face that's she's in disgust seeing all the mess I made up. But instead she scold me,she turn her head into my direction... And smile. I never get frustrated in a way she never, maybe on some hours, to be honest,I'm the one who usually starts the argument between us, and she's the one who is making up things to be normal again. Maybe ever since I knew about me. About me having a heart problem,every time it hurts,every time it attract to each other, not able to breathe. Not able to live. Was the terrible moment I have. And the best moment is to see her. Alive and making me feel good at all times, even I'm not. Even I'm cold to her like putting a bunch of ice cubes whenever I'm with her. Ever since mom told me the news about this bloody sick heart problem. I never had an urge to laugh, urge to look upon those funny sides they liked me to do. I found it tedious,and it will make me more conscious in my health,which may cause for me to worry and sad or whatever. I just don't care anymore. Its best if I'm pretending to be hard. Avah pulled me from bed and hold me tight and throw me straight to my bathroom. Which I glared at her and took off her hands holding my arms and closed the door. I guess she's having this expression of hers, confused.
Its kinda goofy because she was too excited, I never agree to her,when its comes in traveling and I don't even remember why I did. Just some sort of fun I guess. I missed myself, my life, my laugh, my strength, family, avah.. I wonder if avah questioned my behavior, and little did I know, she never complain, and never asks,
Avah, was not that shy, she's silly and that's one of the thing I loved about her,mostly. It barely came on my mind.
I took off my silk pajamas and spin the handle for the water to splash into the bathtub, I hate how the water comes out too cold. But it doesn't matter, I am too. I never get this so cold to someone,especially to my dear best friend. But what can I do, I'm nothing. I will be.
