"What's with you?" Zia Scott said as she folded her blanket neatly to store in the bottom drawer inside the closet. Then she turned to Gray lifelessly sitting on the couch with her phone seated on her just as lifeless palm on her side. And her eyes, more fierce from a seemingly lack of sleep. Her glare could pierce through a bulletproof vest. "Nothing is with me, okay?" she answered, feeling the exhaustion of her eyes with every blink. "I thought we both slept at the same time last night?" "I--" Gray took a quick glance at her. "It's the couch, it's uncomfortable." "I told you you should have slept on the floor, giant." Zia smirked. "Exactly..." Gray muttered underneath her breath as she felt herself subconsciou

Gray Stewart woke up to the faint sound of heavy raindrops pouring outside. She seemed to have cried herself to sleep as she was tired to begin with. The room was now a bit dimmed due to the dark clouds accompanied by heavy rainfall. She felt the piece of paper on her hand, she appeared to have held onto it in her sleep. The paper was now a little crumpled on the part where her hand clutched. She let go of the sketch, leaving it lying on the dusty floor. She got up and dusted herself then she reached for the door without deliberating whether to let herself be devoured by memories again. She left the room immediately, closed the door behind her, picked up the cabinet she left on the hallway and headed downstairs. She wiped the cabinet clean before putting it in her bedroom beside her closet and arranged Zia's tiny clothes inside. Then she changed into a baggy white T-shirt and black sweatpants with her ind

"You really think this is a good idea?" asked Gray who was sitting on the couch of her apartment's living room. "Of course it is. It's a great idea," Zia said proudly who was seated next to her. "Okay. It's your decision. I won't stop you." Zia then handed her the cellphone. "Here." "What do you mean 'here'?" Gray's eyebrows flicked up. "You call him." "You're the fiance, you call him." "But my voice right now is all high and squeaky." "Not my problem." Gray leaned on the couch and brought both legs atop the coffee table in front. "And besides, he knows my voi

"First girlfriend!" exclaimed Zia Scott. Gray Stewart's brows flicked up. "Really? I thought you were his first girlfriend." "No." Zia shook her body aggressively with an uneasy expression. "Remember high school? Senior year? He suddenly came up to us on the first day and introduced Felicity as his girlfriend?" "Nah." Gray put her feet up the coffee table in front. "Doesn't ring a bell." He looked over her shoulder and watched the cartoon playing on the flat screen. Zia stared at her  apathetic expression. "I think you were dating that blonde girl, Annie, that time." She noticed Gray's face slightly twitching. "Yeah, that pretentious bitch. I can't believe she cheated on me."

Zia Scott heard beeping on the door and then approaching footsteps while she was watching an evening drama on the flat screen. Gray passed by the living room and straight to the bathroom. Zia rose and headed to the kitchen. "Did you lose your watch?" she said loudly. Gray went out of the bathroom. "No, why?" Zia shot her an angry look. "You said you'd be back in an hour or two. It's been three hours." Gray hiked her eyebrows. "And?" "And now the food's cold." Zia started to sulk. "What, you cooked?" "Why? Did you eat already?" Zia's voice rose.