"Are you crazy?!" He asked me for the zillionth time.
"Yes!" I replied, hopping over another trap.
"How did I end up having you as a partner?" He muttered under his breath.
I giggled, "You better hurry up, rookie, 'cause I can sense hounds coming ou...
"Two more hours." I said as a sit upside down on my chair.
I sit down properly and put out my phone. I connected my earphones and put it in my ear.
Times been tickin' Hearts are runnin' Think that cupid's up to somethin' You ask me how I feel, I say nothin'
"What the heck? How did this song get here?!" I exclaimed.
Sometime, when I listen to songs I pick randomly and that song represents what's going to happen to me. But those rarely happen, so I guess I'm fine.
"I guess Kylie downloaded this song in my phone by accident." I muttered, then snorted, "Yeah, accident."
Though I gotta admit, this song is really cute. I rarely listen to love songs.
I just hummed with the song, smiling, knowing that tomorrow is also an amazing day for me.
I took Mr. Pattyface and turned him around. On his back is a zipper I hide something treasured.
"Can I borrow it, Mr. Pattyface?" I asked him.
I pretended he said yes and zipped it open.
I smiled as I put out the picture. It was a picture of me and Travis when I was four and he was six. We were at the beach and he was kissing my forehead. Mom caught the picture in the perfect moment.
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I miss him so much!
"Did we spend twelve years together just to be separated like this?" I asked myself.
I looked back at the picture. I look nothing like the girl there. This girl was smiling, thinking things wouldn't turn out like this.
But it did, and it hurt. A lot.
If... it didn't happen, would they still be here with me? If it didn't happen, would we be at that same beach right now?
I didn't realize I was crying until something dripped on the photo.
I giggled with tears still streaming down my face, "I hate you so much, Travis!"
Luckily, our rooms were soundproof so that no one can hear me screaming.
I heard someone knock on my door, making me snap my head towards it.
"Go away." I said, my voice cracking.
"Dayana? Are you okay?" Xander's voice asked from outside.
Shoot, he can't see me like this. He'll think I'm that vulnerable, and I wouldn't like that.
