For the next couple of weeks, Luther and I dated every Friday and Saturday night. As always, we didn’t talk too much nor argue, and most of it was spent in awkward silence. Also, I had been sending him updates on my daily activities—from the moment I woke up until I slept at night. It was weird at first but I got used to it eventually. However, with the semester nearing its end and my job demanding more time and exhausting my energy, this sending updates had become burdensome.
Presently, I was lying on my sofa after I got back home from the University. My body and mind pleaded for a rest to which I gave in and sleep took over. After a few minutes, a loud banging on my door woke me up.
Grumpily, I went to the door and opened it in frustration. The moment I saw Luther’s worried face, my an
