“You’ll be around, yeah?”
Ugh, it's that time of the year already?
“See you then. Don’t be late!”
I still couldn’t refuse, after all these years.
Closing my phone, the sight of my room entered my vision. Shelves of unsorted novels, unmade bed, food containers on the floor, cracked mirror; there’s tons to criticize, but I never bothered to. It’s only when he’s around that I started to be conscious of it, although it never amounted to more than mild discomfort and anxiety. After confirming that I did in fact have a dress proper enough, I threw myself to the bed, failing to hit the pillow. Staring at the ceiling, with my hands blocking the direct light from the evening lamp, I thought to myself if it was worth polishing my nails just this time.