JACK
When I reached our home, it was silent, maybe Idris is sleeping. I look at the kitchen, which I thought would be messy and I’m right. I smile at it, she isn’t in the living room or study or balcony or her room. When I turned my heel, my peripheral vision caught her sitting in the Conservatory, hearing songs. I ran to her, I saw her sitting on the chair, her hair was made into a messy bun. She is wearing sunglasses, she is leaning on the chair, her legs on the table as always, the new Idris version anyway. She enjoys her music, hearing it from ear pods. She is wearing the sky blue tank top and white shorts which is mine. She looks incredibly cute in those. I cleared my throat to gain her attention, but she couldn’t hear me with that ear pods on. I plucked one of the ear pods and sat
