Love is indeed a weird thing. It comes from the least place you can think of. It comes as unpredictable as it goes away. It also … sometimes, exists to bind two people in one purpose, and exists to get acknowledged by only one from two, and exists to … never bloom.
Trigger warning: violence, blood, gore (a little?)
If you’re not a fan of those, just scroll down to the next post. This is a short reading, but I’m still putting it under the read more. If you’re a fan and okay with it, maybe … take a lil peek? It’s not that scary. I promise you.
Most of the time, it’s tiring just being in the same room with him. Hearing him talk. Watching him moving around. Witnessing his eventful day. The misunderstanding also happens too frequent. Here and there. Funny to painful. Now they always manage to find a way to laugh it off or talk it out, but it was so frustrating for the two of them back then. It gave them a whole night or more of pondering what they’d said and done to each other. The misunderstanding was mostly fixed from the constant effort of each person never stop learning about the other. Back and forth. Understanding and forgiving. Now that they know each other better than the back of their own hands, the act of dropping ego happens naturally.
Just another small excerpt of my current work. The never-ending work. Gotta love the journey.
Evelyn lifted her gaze to the voice of her manager, barely realized the car had stopped moving. Behind the wheel, Nelson Han unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Blinking away the boredom out of her mind, she followed him not long after. Grabbing her tablet and fur coat in one swoop, she got out from the comfort and stepped right into the coldness. A strong familiar atmosphere of the ongoing autumn wrapped her like a blanket. She shivered both in cold and amazement.Read More »
The pressing need to hang an announcement board around her neck re-emerged into mind. Clawing its way to make it known amidst the ocean of pressing needs and wants. She didn’t brush it off like the last time. More like she gave it a thought, wondering what kind of sentence she would’ve wrote on the board. Probably something like suck it peeps, I’m done for the day, please return at working hours or be civilized, people, I’m not your favorite person to get her patience running off. Whichever was fine, really. She never wanted the day her idea morphed into reality to come anyway.