Just You Is Enough

Pieces

I feel so alone.

I may be surrounded by different people but I can still feel the emptiness inside me. The pain inside me that tears me into pieces every time the clock ticks, it's all in here.

Enough is enough; it's too much for me to handle this anymore. I feel like floating right now and I can't even cry even if I wanted to. I'm so much drained.

"I'm taking you home," My brother said.

"No, I can go all by myself."

"Sam, you can't drive with that. You can't drive while there's a lot of a thing running on your head." My brother said sternly. What do they think of me, a baby?

"I told you I can. You guys go already. I'm calling it a night."

With that, I made my way to my car without looking back. Before I open my car, Ethan grabs my arm. I gave him a glare knowing what he wanted to do.

"No, please. I need to be alone. I know it's too much and I really don't know what's behind the story between you and Camilia but can you please bring her home?" I pleaded.

He is just looking at me and right now, I don't want his pity.

"I hate seeing you like this," he huff.

"I appreciate your concern but I don't need your pity."

"I don't, okay I'll call you. I'll bring her home but remember that I am your friend, you can tell me everything." He said and I nod.

***

I park my car and made my way inside but before I enter my flat, I saw him standing outside my door. I know I have to face it.

I fish my keys inside my bag without looking at him. His face was drought. The Oscars goes to, no other than Luke Carlton. Let's give him a slow clap.

"Baby?" he asks and I look at him to see if he is being serious.

I ignore him and went inside and as fast as he can he followed me too and closes the door. I grab my phone and luckily, Henry sends me those pictures he saw earlier.

"Is there something wrong? Are you sick?" he asks and I frown.

Seriously, like really?

I take my shoes off, grab my slippers and made my way to the kitchen. I grab the small bottle of water and took a sip of it.

He followed me inside the kitchen.

"Like really, what's wrong? I just came from the cruise and I know I didn't text you because I'm kind of busy with everything. Family and the proposal but guess what? I got it!" he said excitedly.

He really have no Idea, he maybe thinks I'm stupid.

I was about to go in the living room when he grabs my arm.

"Babe, what's wrong? Did-"

"Don't touch me. Please" I cut him off already. He looks at me but didn't take his hands on my arm.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" I added.

He let go slowly but his eyes looking at mine.

"Tell me what's wrong." He demands.