We spent the entire day doing nothing but playing Xbox and watching movies. Jez came to the rest house to spend some time with me.
In the end, he decided to spend the night here because he didn't want to leave me knowing that I was depressed.
During our conversation, he told me that the photoshoot went smoothly, but that Jaz continued to bother him until it was over.
To tell the truth, Jez came here in secret because he believed Jaz was stalking him.
I'm well aware of how much he despises the girls who are interested in him. Duh! Jez has a soft spot for boys.
"How and when did you and Jaz first meet?" Curiosity piqued my interest, so I asked while preparing a juice for us.
Sasha offers up the pitcher that was nearby. She's currently in the kitchen preparing bicol express and adobo.
She said she's not a great cook, but since we invited her and her friends over, she figured she'd cook something amazing.
"You know what, just stop asking me about it. It's making me stressed." Jez sighed apprehensively.
"Guys! There's someone waiting outside." Melissa yelled who was currently in the backyard with Marcus and Yuan.
Drianne and Vanna, on the other hand, are in their own rooms, getting ready for tomorrow.
I've heard that Latrelle and Marcus have plans for tomorrow. But, because we're on vacation, we're going to accompany them.
I smiled when I imagined T. H. with us, but my smile quickly faded when I realized he was most likely with Rosella at the moment. So, what else can I do? They are in a relationship.
"Kaoree, would you mind going outside and checking, please?" Melissa asked.
"Uh, of course," I nodded and slipped my feet into the comfortable slippers.
Every step I take feels like it's going to break me. I'm not sure what's going on, but my heart is beating faster and faster because of unknown fear.
My hair was quickly blown out of my face as soon as I opened the door. This comforting feeling I get from the delicate touch of the breeze on my skin felt good. I wrapped my arms around myself.
The moment I pushed open the gate, my lips parted and my eyes widened. Seeing this man in front of me makes my mouth feel as if it is drying up.
"T.H..."
He was deafeningly quiet. He has just handed the paperbag he is holding over to me.
I looked at him with my eyes scanning his features. He has a bruise along the edge of his lips. What happened to his bruised face?
"I've brought a Huli-Huli," he said in hushed tones, just loud enough for me to hear him.
I remembered how much I enjoyed listening to his soft voice, but now every time I hear it, all I can think about is how painful the memories are.
He handed the paper bag to me. His hand came close to my fingers and made a slight contact.
"How are you doing?" The brisk wind blew once more.
"I'm fine. Who is this intended for?"
His eyes were not fixed on me, so I tried to catch his gaze, but he was defiantly avoiding my gaze.
"For y-you. It's from Wyn."
"Oh, all right," I said as I blinked. I shook my head, feeling discouraged.
He turned his back on me, preparing to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Can you tell me when you and Rosella started becoming a thing?"
"We didn't formally enter into a relationship," he said with a slight parting of his lips.
His response is diametrically opposed to my question, but that's fine. My heart swelled in pain as I tried very hard not to make my knees fall. I sighed deeply and tried to smile.
"Stay strong. I hope you and your girlfriend will be together for a long time."
I was the one who was the first to turn my back and begin heading towards the house. I hadn't heard back from him.
It's fine with me if he can't express himself clearly to me about how he's feeling. I don't want to be the one who causes a relationship to end for the sake of my personal happiness.
I was about to close the gate when I realized he was already behind me. I was taken aback.
His hand was on my shoulder, preventing me from continuing with what I was doing, which caused my heart rate to double.
"Are you just going to say that?" he inquired in a baritone voice. His jaw tightened as he gripped the gate with his other hand. I tried to close the door, but his force was too great.
"What do you want me to say? That I'm happy for both of you? What am I, a martyr?"
He was deafeningly quiet. His grip on the gate had weakened, and I took advantage of the opportunity to close it.
He knocked on the door several times, but I didn't bother opening it for him. I couldn't do it because I was too weak, my knees were trembling as I slowly fell to the ground. My tears began to fall in torrents, and I soon realized that I was sobbing in pain.
He called my name several times.
"T. H., please don't bother me any longer. I don't require your comfort! You are the source of my pain."
I sobbed and sobbed until I realized he wasn't there any longer. I can't see his shadow against the light of the light post.

"What on earth happened to you?! What took you so long?" Jez screamed from a distance. Silently, I wiped away my tears, praying that he wouldn't notice my swollen eyes.
He came closer to me and assisted me in standing up. He takes the paper bag that I'm carrying.
"This chicken is no longer warm," he said, trailing off. "What happened to you, and how did you end up here? Why do you like you gambled and then lose money?"
"It's from Wyn, but T. H. brought it here."
"That's why this chicken is no longer warm," he said, nodding.
I sulked a little bit.
"Tsk! If you keep that expression on your face, you will only become more ugly. Is it really necessary to use that expression if you're broken, though?"
"Just so you know, I'm not ugly." I corrected him before I entered.
The smell of the barbeque they were cooking in the kitchen made my tummy grumble.
"You should eat. You must be starving by now." Jez sighed.
I nodded before grabbing a plate of food.
Marcus approached Jez and peeked at what he was carrying.
"What's that?"
"Huli-Huli. T. H. brought it here, but it was actually Wyn's. Surely it was prepared by Chef Wyn." Jez was all smiles while getting the chicken ready for the microwave.
"I'm sure Wyn doesn't cook that kind of cuisine," he replied.
"You'll never find out! He could have learned how to make it. You'll eat it anyway, so don't bother talking about it."
It looks good, but I can't eat it because the person who brought it is causing me so much pain.