Better Than I Know Myself (2nd book)

Chapter 2- Hopes up

I was faced with a set of beautiful blue eyes.

Adam?

My heart started beating faster. I felt a great amount of adrenaline and enthusiasm travel up to my heart and to my brain. I wanted to cry from so much happiness...

I was about to hug him when I stopped myself.

No, wait. Something's wrong...

"Delivery mam?" the guy handed me a box with a paper on top. He looked down at me, smirking, like I was crazy.

I looked at him from head to toe. Definitely not Adam. Just a really hot delivery guy with gorgeous blue eyes too. I can't believe I had my hopes up. I should've known better. Adam's eyes are far more hypnotizing and charming than this guy's.

I guess I was just carried away by so much desperation.

"Mam?" the delivery guy checked me because I was zoning out again.

"Oh! What? I- I'm sorry." I snapped myself to reality. "Um... do you have a pen?"

"Oh, uhh..." he dug deep from his back pocket.

"Here." He handed me a simple click-on ball pen.

I took the box and signed the paper.

He took the other copy "Have a good day." he tipped his cap, gave a movie-like charming smile and walked away.

I entered the house and closed the door behind me.

Stupid Delivery Guy...

He's really cute, but definitely not what I was hoping to see.

I already had my hopes up that it was Adam.

I leaned back on the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor.

And I just cried.

I haven't had the chance to cry at all while searching for Adam. I just had so much hope inside my heart that I would find him, so I kept going. I didn't even feel like crying.

But now...

I just let out all my emotions: anger, desperation, guilt, fear. I was already hiccuping from crying so hard. All I want to do is to be able to look at  Adam face to face, hug him tight and never let him go.

I don't even care if he's still mad.

I'd still hug him.

I sniffed, wiped my tears and stood up.

No good will come to me if I just stay here and mope around.

I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice.

I don't know why but orange juice is my comfort food. Not chocolates or ice cream. Orange juice.

I observed my glass, my mind blank. I was definitely too tired and exasperated to think about anything at all.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open...