Lyon
Alicia, that girl, often intentionally irritates me, as if she is fully aware of what bothers me the most. This is becoming increasingly problematic, as I find myself becoming quite vulnerable to her influence. Is it merely a sense of possession I feel towards her? I had promised myself not to fall in love again, so perhaps it is just a fleeting emotion.
At that moment, my phone rang, and it was my mother. I smiled as I answered, "Hello, beautiful. I was wondering why you were calling me today." I teased her lightly. "Are you implying that I cannot call my own son?" she replied, engaging in the playful banter. "No, Mom, you absolutely have the right to call your son," I responded. After a brief silence, I anticipated the direction of our conversation. "Lyon, when are you going to g
