Love in the Time of Corona

11

"Krystal? Hellooo?" Kio litterally snapped at me. The bittersweet memories finally subsided.



"What?" Irritation evident in my voice.




"I'll drive." I was kinda thankful that he volunteered cause honestly, I don't think I'm in the right condition to do so.

On the way home, I kept quiet. Why do I keep losing people? It's not like I intended to do messed up things. I mean, I'm a mess myself, so definitely, the problem is in me. I just can't analyze how it comes to that point. I tend to think that I don't know what the problem is... but whenever I try to trace back from the very first girl best friend that I lost as a seven-year-old girl, it all leads back to one reason: my parents' split. My broken family.





I may have felt butterflies and the electricity but when tge anxiety strucks in, I don't act accordingly... cause I don't know how to.



My thoughts had been intervened by my little brother's worry.


"Hey, you know that even if I'm just a half brother to you, I'll be all ears to listen to you, right?"


I grinned. "Yep. Only if I talk."

"Sure. Hoping you would." He sighed. I don't know how to respond to that, so I decided to take a nap.

When we reached home, I took some bags and Kio covered the rest. After putting the stuff in the counter, I made my way to my room and locked myself in.
 

I guess, here we go again.

In between my hushed sobs, I heard soft knocks on the door.

"What?" I shouted.




"It's me, sweetie. Please open up." When I heard him say that, I gently stood up and wobbly walked towards my door and as I opened it, he enters.





Without words, Dad gave me a hug. This is definitely what I needed right now.

When I finally calmed down, I sat on the floor, and Dad sat beside me, though he struggled to sit on low places.



"So..." He started. That just tells me to talk.



"I was just reminded of how weak I am. Sorry to be such pain in the ass. There's nothing to worry about."



"You're not weak, nor a pain in the ass. Don't be sorry."



I exhaled loudly and rested my head on his shoulder.



"Thanks. For the hug."



"Anytime, kiddo. Anyway, my time to speak. Ready to listen?" I just nodded.



"Okay. We both know what constant factor bothers you, right?" I nodded.



"Can we...?"

"Let's not." I smiled. "It'd be such a waste of time. I'm feeling fine now."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "There will come a time that we will." He slowly stood up and reminded me to go down for lunch. After that, he went out.

Okay. I know, I'm such a crybaby but yes I cried again, for good 10 minutes.

When I fully recovered, I laid on the bed, looked at my beige ceiling and told myself, like I usually do,

"This is just one of those effed up days. I'll have the other days of the week to be happy. I'll have the other days."