Forever

II

It was once again those days when she felt she can do nothing. She was tirelessly laying on her bed, her alarm clock resting in pieces on her bedroom floor as she once again throw it off against it. She doesn't hate morning, she thought of, yet this particular one was practically like dragging her to the inner cover of her sheets to just rest and be stagnant. All in her suddenly felt restless, some heavy feeling surrounding her system as her limbs were once again weakening and everything seems to be spinning, and her chest tightening as she somehow struggled to breathe. After quite awhile when the uneasiness subsided, she was drifting off to yet another sleep just as when the voice of her mother blared out from downstairs.

"Via! Why aren't you still coming down? Don't you have classes?"

She groaned to herself, throwing the sheets as well to the floor, and then aiming her pillow to her dresser placed horizontally across her bed. But she then dismissed the thought, seeing that on top of the dresser was the jar where the bottle of water her favourite singer drunk out of and was thrown at her front during the concert was placed. She preserved it like a fossil. That's how weird she is.

When she was practically dressed for the day, she looked at herself in the mirror and she was surprised by how pale she looked. Her beloved eye bags were still there, but it seems to be darker than usual.

I'm a college student, this is normal, she thought to herself. She fixed her jumper, straightening it with her palms, contemplating on what she wears at the very moment.

"Ugh, what a lazy bum," she finally concluded, muttering under her breath after inspecting the look.

She dragged herself downstairs and her nose was greeted with the smell of coffee, lightening up her mood. At least there is something that can make my day good, she thought to herself.

Smiling as she entered the kitchen, she called out to her mum. "Mum, where's my co—," she said but was then cut off when she saw the familiar blue-eyed lad sitting on the stool by their kitchen counter, drinking coffee on her favourite mug.

When Austin laid sight on her, he smiled warmly, putting the mug down on the table to give her a slight wave. But that was opposite of Olivia's; she's like a madman seeing Austin drinking on her favourite mug.

"Mum! Why did you let him drink on that?" she complained as she stepped towards to the counter, putting her bag on one of the stool. Her mum, who was in front of the stove, turned her head to face her, giving her a sad smile.

"Honey, I told him you won't let anyone use that. But he said he wants it, so what can I do? He's our guest for the morning," she said, smiling to Austin in which he returned with a thumb up. Olivia let out a frustrated groan.

"Good morning, sunshine," Austin said, leaning on the counter as he rested his chin on his knuckle, getting Olivia's attention. She rolled her eyes at him, while he let out a chuckle. "Are you seriously grumpy because I used your mug? C'mon Olivia," he said with a teasing smirk.

She stared at him blankly, but then stood up from her seat to go to the cabinet where all the mugs are placed. She grabbed a black one and went to Austin. He watched her intently while Olivia grabbed the mug he was drinking coffee out of, poured out the content onto the black one, and placed it in front of him. Austin eyes widened at what she did.

Olivia went to the sink to wash the mug, leaving Austin's mouth hanging open, while her mum's chuckle can be heard. She poured herself her own coffee, went to her stool, and sat down.

"Wow," Austin said, earning a smirk from the girl. "You're really..." he paused, shaking his head slightly. "Something, you know that?" He added silently.