(Avery’s Thoughts)I’ve been walking back and forth at the entrance of our apartment building. I can’t come up with a decision for a certain thing. “Should I tell him or not? What’s the need to tell him when I won’t be seeing him ever again,” I bite my fingers still unable to decide. The superintendent has been watching me, and maybe, he’s feeling dizzy following my movement. I take a deep breath, slap both my cheeks, fix my clothes and exercise smiling, “Okay, let’s go for don’t tell him, not needed decision,” I exclaim. “Here I go!”***Jeff isn’t in the living room or even in the kitchen when I arrive. I put down all the things I bought on the kitchen counter and then go straight to our bedroom. When I entered, I see the light is on in the comfort room, and I hear him singing and humming happily. I put the gift on the bed and goes back to the kitchen to re-arrange the things inside the kitchen cabinet. I somehow need something to do anyway, to distract my mind from that uninv

(Avery’s Thoughts)I am currently at the learning center finishing the final hours of my crash course in Art Literacy and The Way To Curating. Obviously, my body is present but my mind is elsewhere. It has been almost a week since my last argument with Dmitri. At some point, I feel relieved since the last argument already made it clear. However, a part of me is mourning for his non-existence. “Miss Anderson, are you with us?” I finally hear my British professor who’s been calling me countless times. “Uh, yes, sorry, what’s the question again?” I ask him.He crosses his arms in front of his chest and taps his right foot due to annoyance, “There’s no question Miss Anderson. I am just jutting down the list of students who will participate in our little tour, the one I’ve mentioned a month ago.”My face flustered as the other students laugh at me, “Err, yes, I would love to. Where is it again? And when’s the deadline for confirmation?”“Supposedly today, but since you haven’t decided

(Avery’s Thoughts)“Wake up sleepyhead, you still need to pack,” I hear Jeff’s voice, but my body doesn’t want to get off to bed. In fact, I don’t even want to join the tour anymore, but since I already signed up for it, I have no choice. I remain sleeping and don’t mind his wake-up call. So he pokes me non-stop on my side until I burst into laughter. “You really don’t want to wake up, huh,” he pokes here and there.“I’ll tickle you until you get up,” he continues to tickle me until I could no longer breathe because of too much laughing.I tap his shoulder, “Okay, okay, I am awake now. Stop it!”Then he showers me with morning kisses. And I hug him. I look him in the eye and say, “I am going to miss you, two months is so long,” I frown.He kisses me deeply, “Babe, it will pass by fast. Remember, this is for your career. I can wait for you. After that, we’ll plan our wedding, okay?”“Can’t I just stay here, and practice being your wife?” I ask silly. “Get up before I change my min

“How would you care for a walk here later?” Dmitri said in my memories of him. He suddenly invaded my mind reminding me of the promise we made a few years back. I erase that memory and continue walking outside the hotel.When I first came to Germany, I fell in love with Ludwigstrasse street in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. It is a busy street, especially during the night time displaying lots of city night lights in a pedestrian street packed with tourists. I came to know the place when Dmitri brought me to Manor Sullivan, we passed by that street and we actually made a promise to each other that we would go back that night. But since his presence was needed in New York at that time, we didn’t get a chance to come back. I sigh, standing here, fulfilling the promise we made, only not together, but alone, on my own. My eyes are still mesmerized by the blissful and vibrant mood this street is emitting. Stores left and right offer different kinds of things. The restaurants all have their al f

(Avery’s Thoughts) (Street Night)After Audrey left with her boyfriend, I am now, all alone in this street. I suddenly feel the melancholic vibes of it, and eventually, everything feels and seems big. The smallness of my sole existence is intensified when I look around, the alcohol got the best of me. I try standing up, despite my wobbling knees, and I manage to retain my balance, or so I thought.I look like more of a hunchback cause I get my balance from leaning forward and stepping my foot one at a time. I build a rhythm of “1, 2, Left…”“1, 2, Right…”“Come one, Avery, you have to get to the hotel fast, go girl,” I cheer myself up aloud. Audrey’s right, they won’t care about you, cause they don’t know how to speak English, so far I am doing fine. Maybe, by sunrise, I can reach the hotel. I scoff, “So much for my first free night here, huh?”I continue to walk, well almost crawling until I bump into something solid but bouncy. It isn’t hard but comforting. So I try it once aga