NICHOLAS:The drive to my apartment was stiff and dazed. Rahul didn't say a word neither was I in the mood to put in one.He kept his smitten face out of the window, and unlike the feelings with Greg Bolt, there wasn't any desperation in me to know what was running through his mind. I prefer the silence and the unsaid fight he is pulling; with that, I was able to slice into the thoughts of the model driving Greg away without interruption.Soon, the car came to a smooth stop before my building. For minutes, Rahul and I remained silent until his driver coughed us up to have the talk we'd be avoiding."Good night," Rahul said unexpectedly and to my uttermost surprise. He shouldn't be biding me a farewell; it makes no sense that he did. No, it does. He foresees no interest in me having him tonight anymore. So carefully, he thought of sending himself home before I did; that was the only way he could feel less disappointed.But it is unlike him. Rahul would nag, cry, soothe, and plead to

GREG:For a moment, I wonder if today was an unregistered holiday.It is unusual to see Mum in the kitchen doing any sort of cooking. In years, barely recurring her figure here and behold, she dresses in a casual outfit, looking unprofessional in her kitchen chores."Good morning, sweetheart.""Good morning."I scanned thoroughly to see what she was doing with a pan and the large frying spoon. I could ask, but I settled on my observation."Sit while I fix your breakfast.""Who amongst us ran short of a calendar?" I took the long stool and sat before an empty bronze plate, hoping she wasn't intending to fill it with those fried eggs in her pan. “Not me. I mean, it is Monday.”"Here, eggs for you. And Gregory, today's calendar marks Monday. Tease me no more."“Do you not find this strange as well?”She emptied her pan into the plate before me. Nothing about the eggs looked appetizing, yet I took hold of the cutlery.“I could do this often if that would have us talking more,” she smiled a

NICHOLAS: I shouldn’t let Greg and his boyfriend affect me, but I couldn’t help it. I got off their display with mixed feelings as I entered the building to reunite with my friends. I couldn’t shake off the memory of Wendy’s odd behavior. He has been out of character; I saw it, and the regrets of not going after him, which would have spared me witnessing Greg and his boyfriend, engulfed me in a weak saddle. I went directly to the rooftop in assurance to meet them, but neither Wendy nor Park was there. The classroom was also without them, and I presume they may have gone home, which is strange for Wendy didn’t come by for his car in the parking lot. I was proven right when I saw his car untouched and undriven and realized they had disappeared without me. It is justifiable. I hadn’t shown much interest in being with them today. Despite my reservations, I feel betrayed and abandoned, and their sudden disappearance hurts. Thinking of how I had unpicked Park and ditched their feelings

WENDY:The sky opened, transmitting rich blue clouds upon our sit-out. Hummingbirds, with their beautiful display, statically had us watching the plant in silence. “Is your Grandpa going to be well?” Frederick began shortly. There is no answer to his question, but I am glad he got the balls to break the silence.“I hope he will be,” I adjusted to the new conversation. ”I got a bunch of things to tell and do with him.”“Certainly.”Silence fell between us again, but it was comfortable.“Can you be at school? You know, with your Grandfather and the happenings, will you be able to concentrate?”Instead of answering, I began to frown on how this might be the last time we sit and talk closely until the care home holds us again.“Wen…?”“I think I might need the school to aid my distraction.”I chose instantly. I wouldn’t want to follow Grandpa’s condition closely; I doubt my stability to be involved. Even when I do not expect my relationship with Frederick to develop at school this sudd

WENDY: I had to return to school to ensure Nicholas wasn’t drastically upset and peradventure, end his classes, and take him with us to just anywhere we grace for the day. His not responding had us driving to D’caprias on an ongoing school day. The commotion we met, however, explained the reason for his unresponsiveness. “Let’s find Nicholas,” Park urged and took the lead into the building. Students retained their group discussion without lifting their heads in acknowledgment of our presence. The sight of the foreign cars and the owners occupied them in natter and better core of interest. “There…” Park pointed to the sight of Nicholas walking out of the school clinic, the one designated for the non-scholarship students. On sighting us, Nicholas stopped and waggled his eyebrows in surprise. He doesn’t look angry, I could see, but I am unable to read his exact expression. “Hey” “Hey,” I responded as he collided in between us. “You alright?” “Sure.” “You walked out of there,” Pa