A week has passed since my birthday. I’m still processing my confession to Enzo. I also remembered that Zion was the one who took me home. I remember his confession. He told me he loves me...and I feel bad. I really do. It’s possible that Zi is feeling what I am feeling along the way.
All the heartaches..
All the jealousy..
All the Pain..
But that was unintentional, just like Enzo, it’s not my intention to hurt anyone. But he promised me. And I held on to that promise. We are not aware that we are hurting each other along the way. I need to stop!we all need to stop.
I stood up to my things in the closet. I stopped when I saw a gift inside the I smiled bitterly.
I don't know how Enzo put it in. Well, he has access in our house since he’s welcome here.
I sat on my bed to open it. I smiled when I saw i huge stuffed toy bear what is holding a huge strawberry in its hands.
I can’t help but to feel sand as I look at the bear. One fucking week! I have no news from the outside. I did not dare to go outside my room nor did I accept any visitors. I turned off my phone and deactivated all of my social media accounts. I immediately wiped my tears when someone knocked.
"Are you ok Tricia?" asked Mom and dad.
That’s the question they always ask since the day after my birthday.
"I'm fine.."
I felt the movement on my bead when they sat down. I can’t look at them because I feel ashamed. Dad’s phone rang so he excused himself outside.
What a deafening silence…
I can feel Mom’s stares at me.
"I know Tricia.." She caressed my hair, so I looked at her. My tears are falling again.
"I love him mommy.." My voice is shaking as I hug her.
"I know Tricia... I know you guys since you were kids, so I know how you feel for him."
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