I’ve never seen a piece of art admiring a piece of art before, yet here I am witnessing a once in a lifetime phenomenon. She looks fascinated by the colours and how they are intertwined, yet I’m fascinated by her. The paintings are great, I have to admit that, but she is more beautiful than all of them combined. The way her plump lips are parted, and her eyes are locked on the paintings is bewitching. She is amazed by everything around her in the gallery; however, I’m amazed by her and her beauty.
It’s been five days since the art gallery outing with Josh and I have to say, I really had fun. I enjoyed every single second of that day. I love hanging out with him; he brings out a joyful side in me. He makes me enjoy doing things that usually make me uncomfortable. Lisa was smiling from ear to ear when I came back from my outing with him. She didn’t let me go to sleep until I told her everything. Although she didn’t make any direct implications that my hangout wi
Currently, I’m in a lecture and I feel like my brain is fried. I’m mentally exhausted and I’m in terrible need of coffee and I just want to stretch my aching bones, but all that I can do is do half twists in my seat because I’m definitely not going to work out in the middle of the lectures. The way I keep rubbing my temples is adequate proof for the headache I suffer from.I look at my phone once it buzzes and I see a text from Josh, making the serotonin increase in my brain. We have been textin
“Are you sure you’re fine?” A frown appears on Lisa's face as she studies mine. I try to nod quickly, but it’s not a really smart move because I end up intensifying the pain on myself.“I’ll just ask Josh if he has any painkillers,” I mumble as I move my neck slowly in a circular motion, hoping that I could relieve the pain a bit. The pain in my muscles is unbearable and my head is throbbing with a killer headache. I should’ve stayed in the dorm room, but I told Josh I was coming and the last time I saw him, I cried like a baby. I want to make it up to him for being a cry baby.“Yeah, do that.” Lisa agrees with me and we both get out of her car. I’m buying my own car next week. I really can’t wait until I drive myself around and even give Lisa a few lifts here and there as a payback; she has been driving me around without complaining and she doesn’t even accept when I offer to fuel her car. &
The moment everybody left, I walk back to the living room with slumped shoulders and I look at Avery. My mind is about to explode. I want to scream or punch a wall. I need to let my anger out. I need to talk to Avery about what happened; I need to vent to her; maybe not her in particular, but I need somebody to talk to about this and since nobody knows except her and Owen, she’s the only one I can talk to right now. “Can you tell me what’s wrong? What happened between you and Taleen?” she asks as I sit down beside her on the couch. “She found out,” I whisper, rubbing my forehead with my fingers. I’m stressed and I have a strong headache. I should’ve probably locked my bedroom door. I should’ve been more careful. She found out too soon. I didn’t intend to completely hide this from her because as much as
“Hey, mama! I miss you so much!” I gush over the phone as I talk to my mum. “Hey, sweetie! I miss you too! I hope you’re doing okay,” she says; I can already feel her smiling. Just hearing her voice makes me feel homesick and makes my stomach grumble for her food. “I’m all good, no worries,” I assure her, not wanting to mention my headaches or the pain I’ve been experiencing lately in my muscles. “Are you free next Saturday? Because if you are, we’re thinking about visiting you,” she tells me, causing my mouth to turn into a wide smile. “I don’t have anything! You can definitely come and please, bring me tabbouleh, man’oucheh, and samosas with you.&rd
Throughout the whole week, Avery’s words kept replaying in the back of my mind, making me question every single detail about my friendship with Josh. Is it really worth it? Am I willing to put myself through this nerve-racking journey? Why am I even willing to do that? Billions of questions are rushing in my head and I don’t know how to answer any of them. I brush every single thought away and get up to get dressed. My parents are coming today along with my sister; this is the highlight of my day. After going through my closet for five minutes, I pick my denim jacket, a white top, and my black pants. After getting dressed, I leave my hair down, not doing anything with it but fixing my bangs. They’re supposed to be here in thirty minutes or less. I walk out of the dorms building and make my way to the yard. I pick my phone out of my pocket to m
“So,you two think I should talk to him soon?” Layan asks Lisa and me. Currently, the three of us are awake, watching a movie on Netflixwhile our backs are pressed against the wall that Lisa’s bed is gluedto, but we’re not really paying attention to it. Lisa and I are preoccupied with convincing Layan to talk to Kyle.“Yes!” Lisa and I exclaim, throwing our hands up in the air. She is so scared of talking to him and I don’t understand why. Layan has always been the one who is known for her spontanei
I watch the train as it starts moving away from the platform and once it completely departs, I walk away. I’m happy that I had the chance to spend more time with Layan but saying goodbye to her wasn’t easy. I’m never good at goodbyes. Each time I have to let go of someone I love even for a temporary time, my heart clenches and a lump constantly forms in my throat. I hate goodbyes. I hate the dull feeling and the ache they bring to my heart. I take the bus back to the dorms and when I walk into the room, I don’t find Lisa. Sighing, I take a small Tupperware box and two foil plates out of the small cabinet where we store our kitchen tools. I scoop some of the tabbouleh in the box and I put six samosas in one of the foil plates and in the other, I put man’oucheh. After covering all of them with plastic wrap, I check my appearance in the mirror.&nbs