It was night time already. I had eaten the soup that Kai had prepared. He offered his bed to me but I had refused. I felt pity on him and I felt that I had taken something from him, I couldn't take more. I layed on the cold hard floor staring into the darkness and listening to the distant crickets as they sang. I couldn't sleep, no matter how I tried I couldn't sleep. Maybe I was trying too hard and I had to stop trying. I sat up and I wondered what I would do next. I decided to think about the future. I Imagined walking outside until the darkness captured me and took me into nothingness. I layed on the chair and I stared at the ceiling. The moon light was sneaking through the spaces in the window and the small streaks of light cast a soft glow upon our fairly furnished living room. What would it be like to live in the big cities. How would I want my house to be like. I was thinking when eventually I fell asleep and I was held captive by one of tho

I pushed the chair aside and I walked out of the door. Deep within me I knew that I wanted to hear something from him, a reaction not a well-thought-upon response. As I closed the door to his study, I slowed down my hand, maybe he could whisper goodbye to me. But he didn't do that. I walked through the hall way still trying to listen if he would shout a farewell message to me. But I heard nothing but the sound of my shoe clicking on the hard floor...I walked out to find Jack standing in front of the car.“Hey Jack." I said approaching him. Jack was tall, about six foot five. I wondered how he grew so tall. He'd been my family driver since I was age eleven and he never seem to age. He'd always drive me to school and then he'd always pick me up from school. Today he was driving me off to the university and he wasn't coming to take me back home. Was it true what my dad had said. Was it true that I didn't know how to do anything on my own. I was definitely going

I sat at the edge of my bed. My back was placed on the wall and my head was bent in an arc. I was staring down at the course material in my hands. My eyes was roaming the page but I couldn't get a single information from it. I dropped my head back, my head had started to ache really badly.“Did you always get a reward as a child?." I heard Asher's neat voice cut through the silence. I raised my head, he was sitting on the chair and his glasses layed idly on the bureau, next to his computer. For how long had he been staring at me, what was his question?.“What?." I asked him.He smiled.“Did you always get a reward, as a child." He asked again.“Sorry I don't understand you." I told him.“When you did things, simple tasks, or let's say you did your homework, would your parents reward you?."“Yes, they always did."“That's the problem." He sat, turning his chair fully to face me.“You have placed your dopamine on the reward and not the task itself. My mother was a psycholog

I was walking beside Asher. Into the building. From a very far distance I could hear the music playing, now we were in the party venue itself. The walls and floors were vibrating to the beat. “Who's party is this?." I asked Asher. “It's Parker's party. He's my course mate." Asher said. I could barely hear him from the loud music playing. “ The party hasn't even started yet and you're drunk already." I heard and I turned around to see who was talking. It was a handsome guy and he was talking to a guy that was lying face flat on the ground, I looked closely at the guy. He was wearing a party hat and he was shirtless. What was he, like a crazy person or something?.“Parker, there you are." I heard Ahser say. So that was the Parker that owned this party. He raised his head to see Asher and he smiled. He was handsome. Really handsome. How did they get their good looks?. “Asher, I thought you wouldn't come." He said walking to Asher. “Are you just going to leave him there, is he

“Bridgette's play is today." I told Asher. We were at the coffee shop.I watched some few emotions crossed his face. But he didn't stop stirring his coffee. I watched him bring the cup up to his mouth and he sipped it and dropped it back on the table. He drank his coffee black, no sugar, no milk, plain black. My coffee had sugar and milk and extra cream.“I forgot." He said. I didn't know whether to believe him or not.“It's already one, we should go or we'd be late."“Who cares if we're on time or late." He asked nobody in particular.“You said that lateness is a bad and destructive habit, I learnt punctuality from you, don't debunk punctuality, it's not productive. “ He gave a small laugh." Come on. Maybe you might like her acting.“ I told him. He drank the last of his coffee and he dropped the cup." Today is the day I'm going to tell her. You'll have to be there with me. “" Why?. “" So that you can help me when I don't have anything else to say. “" But...