He Who Became Real

ken by a loud bangin

ng room even though I hadn't properly washed myself up. I'm quite

n eyebrow at me for no apparent reason until I realized what s

as

going upstairs when I hear

payment is due. I simply wanted to let you know that someone's go

I said as I watched her walk away b

ol, and I'm also neither working today. I gla

starting tomorrow, after living in this location fo

heaps of laundry, as well as the empty pitcher on the dining table. I may be overly cautious when it comes to reading and other things, but when it comes to

hem are private and the admission is exorbitant. Harbor University is my sole option because, despite being a private institution, I pa

the house before tomorrow. I'm not sure what kind of pers

and I'd rather be ready so that whatever

lean myself, because, aside from not having a class or work, to

Remembering that day three years ag

rs I'm holding lost some of their petals as a result of the tricycle stumbling on the une

an umbrella. I put my bag pack in the location where I had picked

iced their grave was a little dirty, so I

'm not accustomed to sharing a tale about my life because I find it dull, but every time I travel to this spot to visit them, I'm

ends with me, but I'm not sure if they can tolerate my

e I rarely talk? Maybe that's why I write stories: to say what I want to say;

travel to see them, I always bring books with me. I want to spend more time wit

The only book I've seen inside my backpack was Russel's novel. I slapped my forehead. Why thi

te my time to this. Thursday night was the last time

*

his swivel chair inside his office

Russe

d entered his office. "What are you doing here, G

o how's your first day of work as the new owner of this company?

e despises her presence. He had no choice but to ente

can manage everything.

used to Russel's haughty demeanor, it was one o

t then you

said as he got up from his se

wsy. To be honest, his first day stinks; he just doesn't want to s

d, go to all the party bars, flirt with a lot of girls, and go a

inally relax. He frequently hangs out here when he has not

sofa where he used to sit and sleep. Clouds and stars greet

that his life is dull. Th

like. He doesn't know what he wants in the future; perhaps it's because they're wealthy and he doesn't need to find out whether he wan

*

sting if he feels it's dull with those things? Going to school, working, eating, resting,

he might as well use it to benefit others. He does, after all, spend a lot of money. And if I were in his

e I'll just finish this later. For

Her

t my spectacles. My hand crawled to find

ped only because of the familiar gaze of the man in front of me, who, lik

ut I was more taken with the sheer closeness of hi

s if it had been the most pai

't help but raise my two brows as I looked at him, who was now resting on

you in my room, and now you've followed me here?" His brow furrowed

ng to stalk, and I never want you to appear in my dreams, espe

ac

aring i

ething? When else has a

got worse after I stated that. I just ignored

bliged to call a cop and send you to prison," were the last words I muttered before walkin

but then folded it afterward. Maybe I'll just give it to him when he

y to hand him the book when my lips parted slightly and I paused

in white long sleeves and black slacks. With furr

t to believe it because it's so unlikely, yet... His appea

ment before I attempted