𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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❝𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎.❞
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My fingers are quite literally about to break off.
I have been typing nonstop for the past two hours. Half of that time was spent trying to figure out what to write.
I basically have to talk about each individual project, what I did, what I learned, what I wish I did differently, and so on. It's pretty much a final reflection now that I think about it.
Except it counts for a chunk for a grade.
Did I mention it's due tonight?
Yes, the academic year has officially come to a close. The last day of classes was last week and finals are this week.
Sadly, this means that my art class with Professor Ramiel is over. I was dreading the last day of class. I loved everything about it and learned so much.
The good thing is that Professor Ramiel and I agreed to stay in touch.
I look away from my laptop screen and stare at the tickets hiding in my notebook. They are to attend this year's graduation ceremony.
It's taking place this weekend.
Which means Kevin's graduating in a few days.
I still haven't spoken to him. A part of me is beginning to feel guilty about his graduation approaching quickly.
He hasn't reached out either.
I guess I should be thankful that he's respecting my wishes. I really meant it when I said that I needed time to process and think about what I wanted to do.
I broke the news to my grand-père and he was just as surprised as I was. I could tell he was disappointed in my dad for cheating on my mom. He went on and on about how he didn't raise my dad to behave like that and how he failed as a father.
