Andrew I signaled the bartender for another shot of vodka as I downed the last one, scrunching up my face as the fierce liquid burned my throat. I was angry at everyone and myself. How are they all right and I’m always wrong? How could it be possible that Anny never had feelings for me? After all the lovely times we spent together? Does it mean I’m unlovable? The lady I invested my time, effort, and love for, did not do the same for me. These thoughts melted the soothing effects of the vodka. It made me furious. I came here to forget but the more I drank, the more pain I felt. “Why!” I yelled out, earning myself curious stares from all sides. I didn’t care one bit. My behavior wasn’t abnormal in a place like this. A lot of people have done worse. In fact, half of the people here wanted to forget or drown horrible memories, pain, or problems. I guess they were only curious to know who had been added to the list. After seven extra shots, I was certain that my stomach couldn’t take a

Andrew I stepped into the small empty circle of her tiny apartment, the size of one-fourth of my bathroom, and looked around. The place, aside from the cramped-up space, looked decent enough. She had a tiny bed, a reading table with books piled on it, a tiny wardrobe, a door leading to a tiny kitchen, another door leading to what I believe should be a tiny restroom. Yes. Everything was tiny. I turned and looked at her still leaning on the door, taking in deep, calming breaths. Pam was the same girl I knew. She hadn’t changed. She was just adapting to her environment, from what I saw. I was supposed to be having a headache, but the thought of my current surroundings made me disregard it. The increase in its intensity brought my focus back to it. I held onto my head and stared at Pamela. She read my mind almost immediately and quickly leaped off the door. She went to one of the drawers of her tiny table and brought out aspirin, went to the kitchen and fetched water in a glass cup, th

Andrew Surprisingly, I didn’t feel severe headaches when I woke up. My head was just giving out a dull ache, but it was as if all the pain I was supposed to feel moved down my body. I couldn’t even lift a finger from the bed. I know yesterday was rough and all, but I doubted it was the sole reason for the body pain. The tiny flatbed had a huge hand in it. Exerting the little energy I had, I managed to agonizingly move my limps and slide off the bed. I didn’t get far due to the dizziness that came as soon as I stood. It sent me right back on the bed, the force of which increase my headache. I groaned, then began looking around for any sign of human life in the room. There were shuffling and human activities actively going on outside the door but the room was dead silent. Pam couldn’t have left so soon, could she? Speaking of soon, I didn’t even know the time of the day. I grumpily stretched my hand and grabbed my phone on the table. The time read 8 am. Pamela must have gone for lec

Anne If I had applied a little more force, I would have wrung my head off my neck when I twisted it to see the new intruder. Vincent was standing behind me, holding me close to him. But he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the witch in front, a dark murderous look on his handsome face. I’d never seen Vincent like this before. Ever. His body exuded a form of energy that if he wasn’t holding on to me, would have sent me flying. Furious was an understatement. His brows were slightly creased; his eyes wide and intense. In a supernatural world, his stare would have been capable of melting Fiona into a liquid blurb on the tiled floor. It was that intense. It made my anger simmer. He slowly slipped his arm from around me, took short, heavy strides towards her, and stood, towering over her. Fiona was scared. I saw her visibly gulp when he walked towards her like the reaper, ready to devour its prey. “She intentionally left me outside….” She had stammered. “Leave,” he stated in a

Andrew Seeing Anne today sent my mood to the deep ends. The worst part was, she was in tears. My heart shattered a thousand pieces…again. Why seeing and touching Anne sent me to my current destination was beyond me. I guess, the last time I went there after a bad encounter with Anne, I found solace. I could breathe better. It wasn’t the drinking at the bar that helped, neither was the fighting afterward. The euphoric effect of those things were very brief. But the lady, that made being naked look like a dangerous thing, helped me. That tiny four eyes, whose knowledge of taekwondo almost dislocated my shoulders, imprinted her touch in my mind’s eye. But there was a clause. Since the last time we met, I haven’t heard from her. I tried calling her new number several times, but it went straight to voicemail. I dropped messages in the stupid voicemail box, yet no response from her. It bothered me. Especially when I had a clue why she went AWOL on me. It was because of the messages Fiona