30 Day Writing Challenge: Tourist, Play, and Comrade

The missing excerpts for October 17th, 18th, and 19th.


I felt like a tourist in my own city. The cacophony of lights and sounds blinding my senses. I was wide eyed with curiosity at the various degrees of typography on stamped on casino buildings. My favorite by far had been the Belagio. Maybe I was a little bias as I loved the water show the casino was famously known for.

I wasn’t your typical girl raised in Vegas. You know, the ones that like to party endlessly into the wee hours of the night. I couldn’t even suggest a place of pleasure to a tourist as I have only ever walked the strip a handful of times. My idea of pleasure was sitting at home on my comfy chair reading and sipping on hot chocolate.

I crossed my arms against the cold air as if that would somehow keep me warmer. I never understood how girls could wear skimpy dresses in the middle of November. There was a cold front for the last week; the days sunny at low 50′s and nights plummeting below 30. I never should have listened to Laini. Now, I was one of those girls who wore skimpy dresses freezing her ass off. I was also miserable. Guy hunting was not worth hypothermia.

What was so great about clubbing when I could just as easily meet a guy at a coffee shop and actually have something in common with. A guy at a club would most likely be a manwhore or if by any luck, there would be a guy who was in the same situation as I. In any event, I would rather have taken my chances with crocodiles than a pack of cake powdered mean girls.

It was going to be one hell of a night.



Cara let out a slow breath, letting go of her nerves, and breathe in confidence. At least, that’s what she told herself. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, admiring the beautiful costume jewelry she was lucky to wear. Her costume gown was even more exquisite, tailored exclusively for her.

She was to portray Elizabeth in a modern interpretation of Pride & Prejudice. Cara never thought of acting, let alone starring in a play. But she had fallen in love with the art in college, studying various acting methods and plays, spending countless of hours auditioning for roles, and volunteering as a tech behind the scenes.

Tonight was the night she shined. Not only was she part of the production; she was the star.



I bit the tip of my pencil as I  read To Kill a Mockingbird during lunch. Maya and Xander were off at the library, getting together the final touches to their chemistry project. I was the unfortunate third wheel and was paired with the school’s insufferable bastard.

“Hey, Comrade.” Speaking of the insufferable bastard. Ben tousled my hair and sat across from me, taking one of my carrots from my lunch tray.

Not taking my eyes from the book I said, “I’m not your friend so I’d appreciate you not calling me that.”

From the corner of my eye I saw his brows quirk upwards. “Ooh feisty. I like a challenge.”

Agitated I set my book down and looked at him.  “What do you want?”

“We need to start our project. We only have two weeks and-”

“I’ve gotten taken care of. I just need you to show up for the presentation and look pretty.”

He chuckled. “As much as I appreciate it the thought I was actually looking forward to working with you.”

I found that really hard to believe. He was also delusional if he thought I would take a hit on my grades. There was no way in hell that he was going to help me. He would only drag me down.

“C’mon, Mary, give me a shot.”

I eyed him warily. In the end, I gave into his green puppy dog eyes. No wonder girls couldn’t stay away from him. He practically attracted the female species to his deceiving facade.

“Fine. But we are doing what I have already planned. Also, you are merely going to act as my assistant. Got it?”

He mocked saluted. “Yes, Ma’am.”

With his answer he walked away, his shoulders high in triumph.




Book Review: To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han

Author: Jenny Han

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Release date: April 15, 2014

Purchase from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Book Depository


To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is the story of Lara Jean, who has never openly admitted her crushes, but instead wrote each boy a letter about how she felt, sealed it, and hid it in a box under her bed. But one day Lara Jean discovers that somehow her secret box of letters has been mailed, causing all her crushes from her past to confront her about the letters: her first kiss, the boy from summer camp, even her sister’s ex-boyfriend, Josh. As she learns to deal with her past loves face to face, Lara Jean discovers that something good may come out of these letters after all. — Goodreads


Lara Jean got herself in quite a bit of a pickle. You see, as a coping mechanism, Lara Jean wrote letters to all the boys she ever loved (five of them, to be exact) and stored them in a hat box her mother gave her. Then, one day Lara Jean discovers her hat box gone and the letters she wrote mailed. Now, Lara Jean has to learn to deal with the consequences of her letters. Meanwhile, Lara Jean will find love in the unlikeliest of places.

First, I would love to highlight the gorgeous cover. I love the typography on the cover! It actually looks like a real marker was used. I also love how a diverse model was used as Lara Jean, the protagonist is half Korean (I believe. Please correct me if I’m wrong). Lastly, I love the contrast of colors. The hot pink of the author’s name, the black of the typography, and the different shades of white. It’s beautiful #bookporn .

As for the novel it’s self – well, it was beautifully written. I have never read a Jenny Han novel, but after this I will be sure to add all her previous works to my TBR list. There something simple and straight forward about her writing. Han does so much with so little. She paints a wonderful story with authentic characters and situations. I also love how Jenny Han writes about diverse characters! Like I mentioned about, Lara Jean is half-Korean and half-American. We need more authors like Jenny Han who explore a protagonist’s diversity rather than abandoning it.

Another thing I thoroughly enjoyed are the family dynamics in this novel. I love how there is an active parent (her father)  who works long hours as a doctor and still has time for his girls. I also love the strong bond that Lara Jean has with her sisters Margot and Kitty. Family dynamics like in this book are hard to come by. They are practically non existent in YA genres.

Lara Jean is fiercely loyal, funny, and a hopeless romantic. She is also a strong and responsible individual despite her age. I quite liked her and found that I could relate to her. When I was younger I may have written some love letters to boys I thought I loved. But thank the gods they were never mailed. That would have been quite an ordeal. Lara Jean handles the consequences gracefully, well, as gracefully as she can when her past loves resurface. One of them being her sister’s ex-boyfriend.

While I was quite unsure of how I would like the sister loves sister’s ex-boyfriend trope, Han writes it very well. There is guilt and uncertainty and betrayal as there should be, but it is all unexpected and plays out differently than what I had imagined. Then, there is the boy who Lara Jean pretends to go out with and well, he turns out to be the guy I liked most. He is actually very swoon-worthy at times and others he is so stubborn that you want to hit him for being a boy. It was the kind of swoon-worthy moments that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I never thought I would adore a book quite like this one. When I first picked it up, I was just looking for a fluffy contemporary read and found so much more in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. It was beautifully written, filled with a charming and funny protagonist, and secondary characters that supported the novel to it’s fullest. In case you haven’t noticed, this book was magnificent and you should definitely check it out for yourself.

I will patiently be awaiting the sequel and will try not to squeal of pure happiness once it hits shelves.

This novel rightfully earns…5 happy cupcakes!


30 Day Writing Challenge: Moon, Shaman, and Hollow

The missing excerpts for October 14th, 15th, and 16th.


I sought the stars tonight, seeking comfort in their radiating warmth. The moon shined brightly, illuminating the space around it – those stars shining brighter than the other.

When the world began to crumble at my feet I sought the stars.



The Shaman was here to purge our house of impurities. We’ve been having a bit of a ghost problem. Well, a poltergeist to be exact. My mother was into old and new age magic; a shaman being the bridge between the two practices. She thought Dr. Karr could solve the problem.

I highly doubted it.

Smoke billowed from a burning sage Dr. Karr waved in front of my face. He hummed and shouted in a language unknown to my ears. The longer he stayed, the faster the pit in my stomach grew. His presence was only going to anger the ghost.

…and I was right.

At the end of the first hour, items around the living room began to tremble. I scrambled out of my seat from the sofa and edged towards the entryway. The moment I reached the other room my mother’s favorite emerald jade elephant flew across the room, shattering against the wall. I flinched. The shaman stopped his chanting, momentarily assessing the situation with bewildered eyes.

He turned to me, his forehead creased, his eyes hard as stone. “Fear fuels this evil. Do not fear, Lana.”

How could I not fear when this ghost has haunted my life for months? Fear reminded me that I was still human and not some freak who could…


The sound of my name jolted my heart. I ran up the stairs to find my mother cowering in a corner, her bed floating in midair. I ran to her side and helped her out of the room. The door slammed behind us; the ghost giving us a semblance of mercy.

No matter how volatile the ghost rose to be, it never harmed us.

Yet, I was still afraid. Afraid that I would lose myself within it’s anger like in Charleston.

It was my fault the poltergeist was here. My mother was just too blind to realize her own daughter’s gift.

I just needed to control it. But this place had already fallen from my control. It was time to leave again.



His clues lead me to a tree in the outskirts of town.

Inside you will find the things I treasure most.

It was just like Roy to lead me on a giant goose chance on our anniversary. It was one of the things I loved about him.

I stood in front of the tree, wondering what was so special about it. As I grew closer, I saw an engraving etched on the wood. The letters SD and RS with a heart around them tittered my heart into a crazy loop.

My fingers grazed the tree, a pine tree, it’s sweet smell filling my lungs.

The forest had always been a solace for Roy. Did this tree hold something of Roy’s? Did he hide it in some sort of hollow place within it?

I circled the tree once, twice, thrice. I felt like a dog chasing it’s tail. Why did Roy have to like riddles? It was too much for my feeble brain.


I face the engraving, stomping my feet around the moss growing at the base. My foot gave out beneath me, solidly landing something. Thank the gods I had not sprained my ankle. I had landed on a brown wooden box, leveled with the hole Roy had dug.

Clever. He was always two steps away.

I knelled on the ground and grabbed the box from it’s hiding place. With nimble fingers, I opened it to find it filled with letters and photographs and other knick knacks like ticket stubs. Our letters. Our photographs. Our ticket stubs. He had saved our moments. Tears of happiness and unfathomable love brimmed at the surface of my eyes. These were his treasures.

The things he valued most was the time he’s had with me.


30 Day Writing Challenge: Lips, Summer, and Wash

The missing excerpts for October 11th, 12th, and 13th.

Lips + Summer

His kisses felt like summer rain; sweet and fresh upon my lips.

I didn’t want it to end. I could be kissed like that for the rest of my life.

But like all good things, everything has an ending.

It all happened so fast. Like a vibrant dream slowly fading.

At night, I hear his voice upon the shore. He calls my name begging me to remember.

All I remember is the kiss way his eyes were so blue when he kissed me.



Pour. Scrub. Wash. Dry. Repeat.

Pour. Scrub. Wash. Dry. Repeat.

Pour. Scrub. Was-


I stopped abruptly and cringed at the sound of my name.

Here we go again..

“Tess! Where are you?”

I rolled my eyes and stood from my place on the kitchen floor. “I’m coming Ma’am!” Hastily, I wiped my hands on my apron and ran towards the voice that owned my soul.

I found Lady Leslie in the parlor, reclining on one of the many duvets residing in the manor. This particular duvet was Lady Leslie’s favorite. Heaven forbid something awful had happened to it. Lady Leslie made no move upon my presence. She simply remained smoking a cigar her husband had brought from Cuba.

“Who was last in this very room?”

My brows furrowed. How should I know? “Ma’am, I don’t-”

She looked at me then, her brown eyes hard on my face. I looked down at my feet, feeling her wrath burn my skin.”Tess, I will not encourage my maids to dawdle in this room without my husband or my permission. Do you see this?” She pointed at one of the pillows near her lap. A wine stain had set on the mustard colored fabric. If I hadn’t known better I would think it was part of the design.

There was no use arguing when Lady Leslie was in one of her moods. I could tell her that none of her maids would ever think to linger in this room without her company. Seeing as she entertained guests in this very room – it had to be at it’s most pristine.

“Five pounds will be deducted from all your wages. See that this,” she tossed the pillow at my feet, “gets taken out. You are dismissed.” I dutifully picked the pillow up and left her sight.

Days like these made me yearn for my Papa. If he hadn’t had left I would be at University studying Freud rather than hearing about him.

If only.




Simply Sunday #12

simply sunday

Simply Sunday is a reading meme hosted by Books For a Delicate Eternity. It’s where you share your favorite quote; be it from a book movie, novella, song, ect.

My favorite quote this week is from the beautiful, inspiring Emma Watson:

Don’t feel stupid if you don’t like what everyone else pretends to love.

Why I Chose It

I really like this because it’s a shout to the world to be yourself. It is very hard at times to do that when society constantly tells us otherwise. But the real goal is to be who you are no matter what others think. In the end, it is worth saying you were true to yourself.

Got a favorite simple thing this week? Tell me about it! :)



Goodbye October, Hello November

It is officially OFFICIALLY sweater weather season! Ah! I just bought a bunch of cozy sweaters for this season and I am super stoked to wear them! It is also NaNoWrMo and you all know (if you are participating or have participated in the past) that caffeine is essential for the next few weeks. If no caffeine, well then, I guess characters can die due to grumpiness.


Maybe just a little.

Anyways, before I ramble on, as always my monthly favorites consist of favorite books, music, shows, movies, ect., (anything goes!) as I welcome in the new month, while reminiscing over the old.

Favorite Book

Timepiece by Myra McEntire. Time travel + Doctor Who references + loveable characters = GOLD. Timepiece is the sequel to Hourglass. I read it last year and you can see how much I loved it here. I wasn’t expecting for a narration change, but I was pleasantly surprised and approved of Kaleb taking over the novel and continuing the story months after the conclusion of Hourglass. If you’ve read Hourglass and haven’t picked up this lovely read you should! It’s just as fun and riveting as its predecessor!

Favorite Music

In October, Cool Kids by Echosmith played on the radio and I immediately fell in love with it’s catchy melody and meaningful lyrics.

Favorite Movie

The Maze Runner

This was a really well done book to movie adaption! I was thoroughly impressed and pleased by it’s production and choice of actors for characters I grew to love. Dylan O’Brien was a great pick for Thomas and carried the movie exceptionally. I loved the other actors as well for Theresa, Alby, Minho, and Chuck. They were true to their characters. And that’s what a fan of the books like myself likes to see on screen.

The CGI was AWESOME! I never visualized the maze and the creatures in that way. It was actually more frightening than how I imagined it to be.

The ending had me in tears and it is one thing the book did not get me to do. So I applaud you director and actors for the performance.

If you have yet to see the movie adaption, I suggest you do! It is one of the better book to movie adaptions in my book.

Favorite Beauty Product

Wet n Wild Juicy Lip Balm

What I love about this lip balm is that it has 15 SPF and is extremely moisturizing. An added bonus is that it smells heavenly! I personally grabbed the watermelon flavor and I love it! I have to try not to lick my lips and be tempted to eat it ;)

But seriously! This lip balm is also very inexpensive. The price was below $5! It’s a steal!

Favorite Event(s)

Mt. Charleston

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Kevin had a week of vacation of work and he wanted to get out of the city. So we went to Mt. Charleston (which is like an hour drive) for a weekend. I’ve never stayed at the lodge nor have I ever hiked the trails we did all the times I’ve gone with friends and family. It was definitely a different kind of experience and I loved every minute of it! Of course, Kevin always likes to kill me by walking the most difficult trails.

One of the luckiest things that happened to us was having our desert paid by strangers at a restaurant. It was really nice of them and very delicious to have my own cheese cake all to myself!

The best part of the trip was the weather. It was nice and cool in the evening. I loved it! I only wished I had brought a sweater :P

P.S. Excuse my derp face.

Vegas Valley Book Festival

This was my second year attending a book festival hosted in the city. I had such a blast and was so proud of myself for not spending more than $5o. Last year, I went a little crazy and let’s just say I didn’t eat for two weeks.

I didn’t get to take many pictures as I actually volunteered this year. It was super fun getting to spend the day with my friends and fangirling over authors. I only have one picture from the event and it was taken from Laura over at Book Disaster. If you haven’t followed her yet, you should! She has an amazing book blog! <3


After, Laura and I were pooped. We ate sushi to make it all better, though… :)


And here I thought that October was uneventful. It didn’t feel like I did much, but as I look back I certainly had mini adventures with people that I love. I am also very proud of myself for reading three books last month! I am finally on track with my Goodreads Challenge! The one thing I regret is not completing my 30 Day Writing Challenge. I failed miserably.

I hope to write more this month and read at least another 3 books! I also hope to have another favorite event this month as it is a special month :)

Have a monthly favorites? Be sure to link me down in the comments below! Or if you don’t, tell me about it! I’d love to read your favorite things in October! :D



30 Day Writing Challenge: Song, Feather, Swim

The missing excerpts for October 8th, 9th, and 10th.



It was nearly midnight when I heard singing and the light padding of footsteps. I felt Violet’s weight on the edge of my bed. Her soft voice almost lost in the dark.

“Ian’s outside.”

His name alone was like electric shock therapy. I sprang out of bed and started for the window, slowly spreading the lace curtains apart. What I saw nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. As Violet had said, Ian was outside with a guitar and song.

I was going to murder him.

“Have Mom and Dad heard?” Violet shook her head. “Okay, that’s good. Let’s keep it that way.”

Violet giggled.

I opened my window, the cool October air biting my skin. Quickly, I grabbed a cardigan slung over my bed post and shrugged it on. Ian kept on singing, the sight of my presence only encouraging him to be louder.

Between my teeth, I tried to be as quiet as possible. “Stop it! Stop!”

The edges of his mouth curled into a grin. A grin! This was not a time for grinning. Oh, how I would have loved to smack that expression off his face! This was humiliating. As if he hadn’t had enough time to humiliate me at school he had to do it in the wee hours of the night.

 To make it worse, I finally recognized the song he sang. It was Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade.

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you

Over again, don’t make me change my mind

Or I won’t live to see another day, I swear it’s true

Because a girl like you is impossible to find

You’re impossible to find

When the last word was sung and the last string strummed, the night fell oftly quiet. Part of me missed his voice that hit a resonating chord deep inside my heart. The other half felt stung by his actions this afternoon; forgiveness too far away to grasp.

Beside me Violet clapped. And like that, the tantalizing spell he had woven with the song vanished.

“Lily,” he called, “I’m sorry! I was an idiot and -”

“You are an idiot! What is wrong with you?”

“Everything. I don’t think. I shouldn’t have stood there and denied us. I was…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. “When I saw you walk away, I felt like you took a piece of me with you. Lily, I love you.”

Violet gasped, echoing my own shock. “That is so romantic.” Her hand curled around the hem of my t-shirt. “Tell him you love him back!”

“It’s not that simple kiddo.”

Violet jutted out her lower lip in a pout.

I turned back to Ian and saw his uncertainty shifting from foot to foot. I called out into the night and said, “Ian, I can’t do this right now. I need to think. Please.”

His shoulders sagged, sending a pang through my chest. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I nodded. “Yes. Goodnight, Ian. Thank you for this.”

“Anything for you, Lily. Goodnight.”

I watched him until he disappeared into the night.


Kaleb wore a feather strung necklace as a symbol for good luck. It was the last thing his mother had given him.

She had obtained the necklace from a trip down to an Indian Reservation in Alabama. The store clerk of a restaurant had seen something in her and thus, given her the necklace as a gift.

What the woman may have seen in Kaleb’s mother was the cancer that had taken refuge in her head. Months later, Kaleb had to say goodbye to his mother as she left this world.

Whenever Kaleb felt an ache for his mother, he played with the feather around his neck. It gave him comfort and brought memories of happiness and love.

That was all he needed on days that were cloudy and gray.



I watched the ducks swim across the lake, their legs paddling away beneath them. Their bodies formed a flurry of yellow balls across the crystal water. Taking a piece of bread, I broke it into tiny pieces and sprinkled them close to the shore.

About a half hour later, a few ducks strayed to the shore and pecked at the ground, eating away the bread crumbs. I smiled and took out my phone, capturing the lovely image of yellow and orange against the blue backdrop.


So I am absolutely horrible! These last few weeks have been insane at work, giving me absolutely no energy to come home and write. Then, I feel prey to sickness last week so everything was put on hold. But alas, I am feeling so much better! I hope to get on track with this challenge within the next few days! I hope you all are having a lovely day!



30 Day Writing Challenge: Milk

Every day after work I treated myself to something healthy and sweet.

Almond Milk.

It was my absolute favorite. Well, my most recent something favorite. I’ve tried skim milk and it wasn’t for me. There was no sweetness to skim milk; just a bitter tasting feeling left on my tongue. Regular milk was just as good! But no sweetness.

One time my baby brother spilled my cup of Almond Milk all over the table. It was unfortunate. But the dogs got a treat!


Simple and sweet! Just like Almond Milk! It’s not too late to join in on the fun! You can do this writing challenge any time you’d like :)



30 Day Writing Challenge: Storm, Decay, and Ink

The missing excerpts for October 4th, 5th, and 6th.



Lightening and thunder matted the sky on a perfectly sunny day. At least, it had been a couple of hours ago. Now, a storm waged with over powering winds and rain that could flood the city.

I watched from my window as the branches from our big oak tree hit the glass. When the thunder roared I flinched. I didn’t like the sound. Lightening I could handle. I liked how it streaked the sky, a violent cry from the gods above. It was beautiful, watching the lightening light the sky every few seconds.

The thunder kept me awake all night, it’s booming crackling sending shivers down my spine.

I curled up in my blanket and held Mr. Bunny close to my chest. Later, when the storm had passed, I fell asleep to the light pattering of rain on my window sill.



Her teeth were rotted, her bones weathered with decay.



He sat alone at a table, an open book lay before him. Pens littered the space around him and indecipherable words scrawled haphazardly on lined paper. As I approached I noticed ink on his hands. It looked like a pen may have betrayed him, exploding all over his hands and dotting a few places on his pristine blue collared shirt.

I liked the look on his face. His brows were etched in concentration and his eyes were solely on the blank book before him. I wouldn’t have noticed him if the coffee shop hadn’t been full to the brink. His table was the only one available and I was slightly curious to find what captivated him so.

“Mind if I sit here?”

He looked up, blue eyes lingering on my brown ones for a moment. Then, he pushed away his beautifully chaotic mess aside and gave me a share of his space.

“Thank you.”

He nodded and went back to starring at the blank book before him. I left him alone with his thoughts until my pumpkin spice latte was cool enough to drink. Curiosity was a virtue engraved in my soul. I could not stop myself from asking, “Penny for your thoughts?”

He slowly looked up and blinked – like it was the first time he was seeing me.

“It seems my muse has left me.”

I cocked my head to the side, assessing his work splayed before him. “You need some fairy dust.”

He smiled, softening the crease between his brows. “Do you know where to find some?”

It was my turn to smile. Men didn’t usually go along with my quirkiness. “I’ve been told that beneath St. George’s Bridge lies an old man who sells fairy dust in exchange for your soul.”

He raised his brows in amusement and I coyly hid my grin by sipping on my latte.

“Will you go with me? To find this man.”

I gasped. “No! You wouldn’t! Surely fairy dust is not worth your soul.”

He closed the book in front of him and began to gather the pages into a neat pile. Something lurched inside me and I realized that I was saddened to see him go so soon.

“No, but an adventure would surely spark my muse to return.” He then quickly scrawled something on a blank sheet of paper, folded it, and hand it to me. “Until we meet again.”

He tipped his hat as a farewell. I watched him walk out of the cafe and into the biting January air. Once he was out of sight, I opened the note and saw ten numbers along with his name.



30 Day Writing Challenge: Drunk, Fingers, and Hair

The missing excerpts for October 1st, 2nd, and 3rd.



I didn’t like these sorts of gatherings. The stench of alcohol and sweat heavy in the air, the vibration of the booming stereo system, and the buzzing created by words all around me. The moment Kenna had begun driving up the interstate and to the infamous barn was the exact time and place that I had regretted my decision to go out.

From the sofa, I watched Kenna as she foolishly drunk herself into a dizzying face. I’m guessing that that is the only reason why she brought me. She had appointed me as the DD for the night. I kept an eye on her. I’d be damned if anything happened to her on my watch. Besides, she was my roommate and best friend no matter the hell she was putting me through.

What were best friends for? Plus, this was giving me real life experience – something that Kenna said I needed more in my life rather than reading about it.



We lay there, beneath the stars, counting the moments we had together until our last days on earth. With fingers intertwined, Nath whispered to me the things he wished to do. He wanted to travel the world, capturing beautiful moments between people he never met. He wanted to visit his father’s grave in Amsterdam and walk the streets his mother did before she came to the states. Lastly, Nath wanted to know one thing from me:

“Do you love me?”

I turned to him, his eyes glistening with hope and unshed tears. He didn’t have much time and that thought seized my heart. I couldn’t imagine a world without Nath and yet, here we were, imagining it because it would soon become reality.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”

His smiled and tugged me closer to him. As silently as the wind stirring around us, he said, “I will always love you.”



After a long a trying day at work, I sunk into the sofa, feeling the tension of my muscles cramp. My mother came in the room to greet me. One look at me and she knew.

I couldn’t help but start crying and told her everything within the last ten hours.

First, it was the coffee spill all over my new red blouse on the subway.

Then, it was Rainer treating me like shit after I turned him down for a date by making me run errands that didn’t pertain to my job. But I was his secretary so I had to oblige.

After lunch, I heard several rumors about Rainer and I breaking up (as if we were ever dating!). It explained why he was treating me like a slave rather than a decent human being.

On the walk towards the subway, my heel broke. I had to limp 2 blocks and look like a completely deranged woman with panda eyes.

Finally, when I thought nothing could get worst, I leave my wallet at work causing me to miss the 5 o’clock car and walk all the way back to work, running into Rainer. He didn’t have much to say other than perverse words that I dare not repeat to my mother.

I told her my misfortunes as she stroked my hair like she used to when I was a kid. It was strangely soothing and before I knew it I was falling asleep under her comforting presence.


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