•Dahlia•
Even while immersed in important work, I kept glancing at my phone that was planted casually beside me from time-to-time.
I was sitting outside in the renovated garden, but not in the famous gazebo. Instead, a picnic mat had been splayed on the very centre surrounded by the nicest blooming flowers in the garden.
My gaze kept on shifting back to my phone as I was doing my best to resist grabbing it and putting a call through to my parents so I could confirm the honesty of River’s words from the other day.
The issue has been bugging me for so long. On one hand, I didn’t care what my parents were doing with their lives, on the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about what exactly they could be doing.
My mind was seriously in a juxtaposition of contradictions.
But I was losing
