Cassidy's POV:
It has been couples of month now and our so called friendship is booming. He wasn't a stranger to me anymore, throughout the period of three months now, I got to know a little bit about him and he got to know a little bit of me. Strangely he haven't ask me for a picture, not that I'm complaining but I know a guy like him wouldn't wait long to ask for that, maybe he's not into girls but then again his behavior are far from it.
Anyway, I really like talking to him. It have been our routine that we'll talk, I mean texting, after work. We'll spend like two, three hours texting before heading to bed and call it a night. Speaking of work, my boss, he really did change. He always smiles at me now and I come to term with it and return it without hesitation, unlike before. It feels like I known him, I feel connection between us and that warm my heart in a weird way.
It's 19th June now, tomorrow will mark three years of my parents death anniversary. Not that it should be celebrated but their death took a toll on me, I felt like giving up everything when I remember it. I still remember the day clearly like it just happened yesterday.
I was busy studying for my second last semester when I got a call from my brother telling me our parents got into an accident where their boat caught on fire when there's undetected fuel leakage near to the ignition sources in the engine room. It was supposed to be their wedding anniversary in a few days and they decided to go for a vacation in Antigua and that turns into a nightmare for me.
I was a mess back then when my parents died and I cope with it with drinking the rest of my college year. If wasn't for my brother I wouldn't made it here now. Growing up without them was hard, you don't have people to talk to, to share your problem with but Cade is there for me, all the way, up until now even if we're miles apart, we still took care of each other.
I really don't want to remember what tomorrow means to me, I sigh and look over my phone. Haze hasn't texts me yet and I was overwhelmed with mix emotions. I rise up from the couch and head to my bedroom where I quickly change my outfit and get ready to head out. I need a drink and I need it bad.
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The Bet
Short StoryA random text from a stranger just appear out of nowhere one night, or is it really random? Annoyance starts building up when the stranger won't stop bugging her. The conversation is developing and so does the feelings. When two strangers started to...
