(Sequel to 'The Flaws In Us')
After 5 years studying in New York and 3 Years not coming back home, Kai is back to go back for Christmas and also to attend his high school reunion. Although he didn't want to go, he has one reason that made him go bac...
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Kai
"I figure you would hate it if I move your stuff around, so I let it all be. Just like the way they are," Mom said to me, as I walk inside looking at my room. Everything was untouched, as she said.
I turn to her, giving a weak smile. "Thanks, mom... for understanding," I spoke, rubbing my arm to contain the awkwardness. I felt weird being emotional around her at this age compared than before.
"No worries, sweetheart. About you being gone... let's just keep that aside, alright? We all know for a fact that you were gone because of one solid reason,"
"Yeah...," I agreed with her. There was nothing to be ashamed of. But I was feeling didn't necessarily have to go away that easily.
She took a look again at my room, then back at me. "Alright, I'll leave you to yourself now. Go get some good rest, 'kay? Something tells me tomorrow's gonna be a heck of a day," By then, my door was closed, and I was left all alone in my room. The room in which brings back many memories. I can't even want to remember all of them tonight, the day was exhausting already.
Sighing tiredly, I went to put the guitar at the corner of the room and getting my stuff out from the bag I brought with. All of my clothes were in there. I assumed that the clothes I got here would not fit me anymore... so to be safe, I brought back some fitting clothes unless you want to see me dressed like a whore on a chilly season.
Which I believe could kill me slowly while I tried searching for something thick enough to cover my whole body that is just made of bones and ten per cent of fat.
Bubby went around my legs, rubbing himself at me. "Hey... you wanna pet?" When I crouch down to pet the grey cat, he instantly walks away from me, leaving me to touch nothing.
"And yet, you were the one asking for it," I muttered, simply not satisfied with how he acted. When I was about to stand right back up, my eyes caught a glimpse of a shiny thing coming from under my bed. Being the curious person I am, I reach out for the shiny object.
When I do grab the object, it turns out to be Stan's guitar pick necklace and further back was a pack of cigarettes that he left here. I know what you're thinking... Did Stan smoke? Yes, he does... before. But after he doesn't anymore...
It all started when...
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I was flipping through the pages, trying to write some notes for today's school. The whole day at school was just me being distracted by Stan constant touching and whispers that I can't seem to focus my way throughout the class lecture. I still remembered how the teacher's eyes were looking at us once in a while like something was wrong with us. I was so embarrassed afterwards when the teacher called us out when the class finished... that is when everyone left. The word he spoke was still conspicuous in my mind.
