Roy____ Everyone always said, “You only miss your lover when you let her go”. In the last one week, I was a victim of missing my lover. It was one week of nothing but depression, one week of discomfort, a week of pain. In the last few days, I realized I was a bit obsessed with Renee.  She was my pure happiness. Being without her returned me to the darkness from my past; the times when I used to think the world was a place full of wicked people. Only if I hadn't done this, I would be happy with her.  "Sir, is that all for the day?" Miss Hart asked the same thing for an innumerable time. Of course, I had been hearing her speak, but I wasn't listening to her. I was so lost in thoughts.  I flapped my hand to dismiss her. I was too tired to talk, so that was the best way to ask her to leave. She lowered her head a little, then turned aro

This apple juice irritated me so much. Not only the juice, the sandwich as well was quite irritating. For some reason, I was losing appetite for the food I always enjoyed eating. Oh, obviously, the reason was because of this pregnancy. How much more inconvenience was this unborn child going to cause? First, I had had to extend my sleeping time, although I clearly didn't need any sleep in order to read for my exams. Second, everyone was complaining about my looks. They claimed I looked drowsy. Third, I had to ensure I never missed the time to take my medicines. To wrap it all, this pregnancy had changed my life so much! Really tiresome.  And, to aggravate this issue, there was no one to comfort me when I felt worn out. In order to not get unnecessary attention, I didn't tell my friends about it. Well, mom was the only one helping me out, but she didn't stay closeby. So, indirectly, I was fighting this battle alone.  

Quivering, I turned my neck to spot who had hit Tyler. Ah, shit, it was Roy. How in the world did he get here? In the first place, what was he doing here? Had he followed me all the way to my dorm? I wiped my tears, put my eyes down. This was more like an assault. Tyler had forced me to kiss him. What else could he have done if Roy hadn't come here on time? To aggravate this commotion, Tyler had kind of mentioned he was obsessed with me. He had also said he had liked me even before he had met me at the store that night.  Was this the reason he had known my name even though I hadn't told him that night? Had he been stalking me even before that time? Gosh, what? Where did he know me from?  I sobbed, feeling so bitter.  Roy probably got too enraged, so he grabbed Tyler, threw a punch against Tyler's jaw. I hated violence, but yeah, an idiot who tried to force himself on a woman, deserved

The only thing that sounded in this store was the sizzling sound of the old air conditioner. Everything else was boring. If Tyler hadn't shown his true colors, he would probably be the one to make this place cheerful. Also, my boss was a cheerful person, but she wasn't around tonight.  Exhausted, I knocked my forehead against the counter, sighed. For goodness' sake, I didn't know why I still worked here. Well, I guessed it was because of the partial high pay. It didn't matter if it was boring. At least, it was only for a while.  After a bit of hesitation, I took my phone from the pocket of my sweater. Yeah, my baggy sweater. Particularly, I was hesitant to take it, because my intention was to read Roy's text. I couldn't believe I was falling for his texts, but yes, his very frustrating-annoying-cute texts were slowly sinking into my senses. For a moment, I would think, “Is it really a big deal to give him a second chance?&rdq

He took a step close, turned around to shut the door behind him. He didn't just shut it, he locked it. Ensuring it was completely locked, he focused back on me.  I gulped. "Tyler? Y-You have…" I couldn't speak properly. It felt like a nightmare. He had said he liked me, but not for once had I thought he would go as far as kidnapping me. The night he had kissed me, I had seen desire running in his eyes, but I hadn't sensed an obsession.  He put his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants, smirked even harder. "See, when I want something, I don't like being played around with." "You're insane?" I narrowed my eyes at him, overly shocked.  He shrugged. "Let's not call it “insane”. I'll say I'm drunk with love. Love for you." "Hey!" I threw my hands up. Why did I have a feeling he was playing a prank on me? "Dude, are you nuts? Lo