“You really don't want to talk to your friends?”
I looked at my brother who's peeking at the door of my room right now. He's looking at me worriedly, I just shook my head.
He sighed, he stared at for a few more minutes before finally closing the door. I leaned at the bed rest, sighing.
I took my phone and stared at my wallpaper, at me and Ken at the butterfly restaurant. I stared at my happy face and sighed.
I miss him, I badly miss my Ken. I want to talk to him, I want to see him but I don't know if he feels the same.
I've been locking myself inside my room for three days. I'm thankful that it's Christmas break so I don't have to worry.
I sighed. I am wasted, physically and emotionally. I don’t know how to get up, it feels like I’m a fragile item that has be
