Watching my old house burn, brought me a sense of comfort knowing I will never step into that empty house again, I will never walk through the same path to loneliness because that's how it has been coming in and out of that place felt for me.
All those memories I once held special to my heart slowly turned into thorns of sadness, piercing my heart everyday that I woke up alone and in the company of a stranger.
The news of my old house on fire soon became a rumor that flew back to me, people speculated it was Mia who did the whole thing, but I know the Aragon family was the one who converted this story into a gossip, listing that crime under Mia's name again to make me hate her more.
'Did they think I am a snowflake like Mia? Or a jellyfish who prefers to play it safe all the time?'
