"Say it to me, Ria?""Are you mad at me?" his voice were rasp as I tried harder to conceal how funny he is.He came up to hug me. I maintain my composure, the same as my cold facade. His brow shot up as he make a funny face at me.I shook there and laughed. We both bark a laughter as I lean against him. He let it go. Suddenly my irritational thoughts runs what may happen. I am trying my best now to be fully equipped what future might be. Because life isn't always taught smile along the way. You'll learned from it's pain and waves of obstacles."I'm not mad at you, Centru."His lips rose as he craned his neck to give me a peck of kiss. I smiled there sweetly as we both watch the gloomy skies in the bench. But why does every happiness had a cost? And it can be too much.I looked up at Rina and Centru there. They are busy with their papers while I finished mine. I watch them. I was stuck as I checked my phone. I smiled when Daddy saw that.

"Tita…" my voice started to tremble."Daddy poison himself…" my voice cracked.That's when my tears started to flow. How Daddy can leave me that easily. How life's so biased with me the whole time. I was not on my own as I watched the emptiness. Daddy died on arrival. I couldn't think properly. I couldn't eat. Everything. It's like I want to follow.I was breaking down as I smell the familiar scent of hospital. Tita held me tightly as I tried to hold back my tears. But I couldn't. All of us were in tears.I saw how the nurse look away after a minute. That's when I knew. I bit my lip as I always prepared myself for what I could hear. And I'm right. Dad leave me too.I closed my eyes as I remembered everything. The throbbing pain on me still awaken everytime I see his pictures. Why all of a sudden, Dy? I want to question everything, but I'm too exhausted for it.Daddy's cremenated. My eyes started to watered again at the realizat

                               Ingrid's Point of ViewAs far as I want to conceal the pain, I could do nothing, but to cry over and over. I can't quite imagine, how I endured his paralyzed stare, as he watched me. It seems that all the barrier I am putting to me, won't even pass by his alluring stare."Is it Sunday too, Ingrid? Do you have anything new ?!"My knees softened in his cold tone. I tried to compose myself, to look back with my blank expression, but I couldn't. It was as if he was manipulating me every time I tried to stare at him. It’s scorching, and I don’t want to think I’ll give up just in case.I put aside my thoughts and stared at his defiant gaze. It resembles those very intimidate eyes, that I once can't met before. It used to be, but as I try myself to remember how far he is to reach, I get depressed. Not because I like hi

"Lets say eight years?"Her eyes widened there. She shook his head there. When I started to work part time on Alonzo, Ingrid wasn't there. Just when, three years and counting huh?"Perhaps, you have no intention of coming back?" she asked curiously.My lips rose there. I'm expecting she's gonna question it. I bit my lip at the thought. How after those eight years I'm finally coming back at home. Free again. But I would dare if I had the chance too. So far, I'm fine with that. I sighed as I thought of a few details. I almost forbid to not remember any single thing of it.I chuckled as I lifted my eyes on her."I really don't know…""Busy, Ingrid." I added.He nodded there while sipping. She then glanced at me to ask another question and I hope it's not too tough."Uhm, you didn't do socials right?"I frowned there, before finally answering."Yeah, I don't have one…"I know she was so shocked fo

                                Ingrid Point of View I sighed as I recall all the stuffs back there. How Alforo contacted me, but Ria just retorting it.I shut my eyes there. The hardest part of being alone were crept within me. And what's more bothered me was the new feeling of air. I can’t quite imagine that I would reach this point. But I guess its normal, and what made it normal was my feelings of settling free. It’s been a long time something I don’t want to get rid of, but as time goes on I know it’s slowly fading away.My heart skipped a beat as I reminice my first day in New York. It was as heavy as the rain poured that day. I don't want you to go back, but the past was a great part of every success. Maybe it’s just like that really, more painful, more learning. I smiled to the glistering shadow in night. I sipped o