My eyes were fully open even though it was only four o'clock in the morning. Last night, T. H. didn't show up at the house.
I was wondering what he was thinking right now.
Every sip of my coffee helps to alleviate the pain of my broken heart. I remember Mama and Papa's laughter. I recall that anytime I was having troubles or problems, especially when it came to academic matters, they made me feel better and made me laugh.
The cheesy jokes that I don't understand at all. I miss Papa's line when he was wooing Mama.
I wrapped my arms around myself as the brisk breeze touched across my skin.
I was unable to talk with Jez yesterday. She understood that I needed time to ponder first, which is why she doesn't worry me.
I got up from where I was sitting to take a look at the rising sun. So beautiful, it's hard not to be in awe whenever I see the sun rise. I took a peek at the time on my smartphone. It was already five o'clock in the morning
I began sweeping up the backyard and watering the plants and flowers that belonged to Wyn and Marcus.
Marcus would be overjoyed because he was eagerly anticipating the arrival of the lovely butterflies to her beloved flowers.
After that, I went out to get the garbage bag and emptied all the trash I had swept. I'm prone to forgetting to get rid of this, resulting in a mountain of trash. I dread it when flies enter our home because of this.
I walked through the door, Marcus and Latrelle's mess greeted me when I arrived. I'm sure they stayed up late last night because they had a movie marathon.
After cleaning up the mess, I headed to the kitchen. I've grown accustomed to Wyn being here every morning to help me. She invited me to sit down next to her as she took a cip of her favorite milk.
"Hi! Good morning," she greeted normally.
It was clear that she had only recently woken up. Her long, thick hair was still a tangled mess.
"Did you get up early?" I'm not sure if she simply wanted to have a conversation with me, which is why she asked.
She's never been like this before, or maybe I'm just being anxious that she'll bring up what happened yesterday.
She was usually the first one to wake up in the morning. She would take care of everything, including cooking us breakfast, which is why the only thing I do in the mornings is clean.
"Yes, Latrelle has a practice scheduled today. He would leave early in the morning, so I decided to prepare a breakfast for him."
She didn't say anything in response. I couldn't help but notice the deafening silence around us as I began to prepare our morning meal.
I couldn't stop staring at her whenever her spoon made a clicking sound when it came into contact with the cup while she was mixing her coffee.
Half an hour has passed, but it seemed like an eternity. Time moves at a glacial pace, making me feel dizzy.
The pain in my head was a sudden jolt. Most likely due to a lack of sleep.
The loud, repetitive noises emanating from the stairs drew my attention. I'm confident that one of the boys has already woken up. If I'm not mistaken, it was Latrelle. Unlike him, Jez took her steps with care and modesty, especially when going down the stairs.
"Kaoree, have you seen my favorite shirt? The Justin Bieber tee." Latrelle asked as he rubbed a towel through his hair.
I wasn't surprised to see Marcus behind him. He was yawning and stretching his back in front of Latrelle.
"You're nasty!" Latrelle exclaimed.
I was busy thinking where the clothes he was referring to actually ended up.
Marcus murmured, "I believe she was still in a terrible mood."
Latrelle grimaced as he recalled the events of the previous day. –– A few seconds later, I realized that the shirt was in his drawer, I was about to speak, but he had already started talking.
"Alright, Kaoree! I'll just have to be the one to find it!" he said as he quickly turned his back on us and took Marcus' arms, "Help me."
Marcus gently tapped Latrelle's hand to withdraw it from his grasp. "I don't want to! I'm hungry and I'd like to eat something."
It made Marcus appear foolish, despite his disagreement, he continued to follow and help Latrelle.
Wyn and I were both left here once more. I started preparing our meals while Marcus and Latrelle were busy with something else.I also made sure Jez got something to eat later because she was still sleeping.
"Kaoree, about what happened yesterday…"
Our gazes locked when Wyn accidently bumped into my arms. I came very close to dropping the plate.
"Don't be concerned about it." I said, but she wasn't persuaded.
She was paying attention to everything I'm doing.
"I don't want to get involved, but what's going on with you and T.H?" Instantaneously after she said that, the spoon I was holding fell from my grasp.
My heart was beating irregularly. What really is going on with us?
I took a deep breath and gulped, "N-nothing! N-nothing! I was just a little disappointed because... he's a friend of mine, but he didn't mention anything about Rosella."
"Maybe he really does need to tell us about the things that have been going on between him and Rosella. I was also taken aback."
I didn't have anything to say in response to what she said, so I just stared at my meal.
Everything is different even as we are eating our meal. They may speak, but it will be in hushed tones, as if they are anticipating my next move.
"T. H! It's a good thing that you are back!" Marcus greeted him excitedly, but it quickly faded away when he realized I was looking at him. He bit his lower lip as he bent his head a little more.
Latrelle reached for his shirt and signaled for him to stop talking.
T. H sat down as if nothing had happened. He joined us for our meal, but he didn't even bother to look at me.
The only sounds we could hear were the sounds of the silverware as we ate. Having dinner with him is like having a sharp sword thrust into my chest.
Everyone stood up after. No words were spoken. No one wanted to make a wrong move. It feels like even breathing is restricted.
The atmosphere was more pleasant when they weren't in front of me. I was washing the dishes slowly and in silence. It's interesting how things changed. Before, I was always in a rush because I wanted to finish early so that I could spend more time with them.
I went outside and took a seat next to the flowers. I picked up a stone and started playing with it, completely disregarding the fact that it was dug up from the ground and was filthy. I was like a child, carefree and unconcerned about the rest of the world.
My tears, which I had been keeping back for a while, began to flow freely down my cheeks. My arms were held in place by a hand. His touch was warm, and even the curve of his fingers reminded me of someone I knew.
He helped me stand up and turned my shoulder to face him. He carefully wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. He tapped my back with tenderness.
"That's right. Just cry, everything will be alright."
My only response is to sob uncontrollably.
"I'm in a lot of pain. I was hurting since you are going through that pain. Every time you cry, I'm in pain. I want you to be happy with me, but there is nothing I can do. You like T. H… not me."
His embrace became a little more tight.
"What can I do if you prefer to be hurt by him rather than choosing me so that you can be happy?"
My heart is aching from within. Please, Latrelle. Please don't be like this. Please.