What does it feel when you lose half of your life to the void? Empty. Lost. Jayleen didn’t like it at all; it was like she was walking through thick and cold fog, on a bridge broken seemingly not wanting to let her through. Sometimes, she’d go for it alone, even though she knew it would only be a false attempt again. But most of times, she’d walk with someone—someone who could help her build the missing pieces of the bridge; someone who could clear the fog in her mind.
But for now, Jayleen had to create a new bridge. While her family wasn’t being the bugbear they usually were, being a senior with an extra responsibility to do probably was. Well, it isn’t really a responsibility, though; you can always choose not to participate. But Jayleen wanted to, and tonight is the night she begins it.
“Hey, I saw you,” Jayleen almost fell from the stairs; a voice, clearly done deep with effort, suddenly came out of nowhere. She looked up, eyes widened in “sh!t.” She stayed still on her spot, tightly holding to the railings, watching her little brother come down with an unreadable expression on his face. “Be careful, that could’ve severed your head again,” he mocked, earning a roll of Jayleen’s eyes. “By the way, I did see what you did in Ba and Ma’s bedroom… but don’t worry I won’t tell.”
Jayleen released a sigh of relief, even though she knew there has to be something else her brother wanted her to do. Or maybe there’s nothing, and maybe he will snitch her later. “Just so you know, though, I will need half of what you took.” Aaaand, there it is. Jayleen tried hard not to roll her eyes again; she didn’t want to show defiance—no, not now. “Keep you word,” she said, with an accent slightly differing from the person in front of her. A wide grin crossed Jayshin’s face, extending both of his palms. Jayleen opened her bag, eyes staring with daggers at him.
“Can I come with you too?”
“No, you don’t need to,”
“I want to, Lyn,”
“No.”
With that, Jayleen left before the conversation could hold her longer and more annoyed.
Arriving rather early, Jayleen felt her heart beating louder just as the music did. She stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath before finding somewhere to sit on. Truth be told—she didn’t have an idea what to do in an active and lively setting like this. Even before, Jayleen wasn’t always one to hang out in a chaotic “party.” She always preferred calm meetings with some of her friends, chatting over mild cups of coffee. Though tonight, she couldn’t choose, or she’d lose.
Spotting an unoccupied couch, she sat there despite the rising discomfort.
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