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I was in the balcony, strumming my guitar, welcoming the tranquility of the early morning. The vacation house overlooked the sea. It was peaceful, nothing to be heard but the soft breeze and crashing sea. The sun wasn't even out yet. The air was free but my heart was heavy.
I hadn't slept a wink.
He came into my room, again, Asa had written...
Who?
He wanted more...
Just the thought of someone else, forcing himself on her... An inferno lighted in my soul. I struck a bad chord, immediately realizing that I had stopped playing soft music and was drifting closer to something heavier at the moment.
I stopped playing, rubbing my face tiredly.
Asa had gone and picked the room beside mine. To my knowledge, Kam had prepared the best room for her, directly beside his, but she had refused the room and chosen the one right next to mine... Not like she knew at that time.
It was closest to the library, far from the others. I was supposed to have my peace and sanity, but she had chosen the room beside mine and peace of mind became a foreign concept.
It didn't help matters that Kam came to her... Every night, since we kickstarted the vacation... And she let him.
I'm serious, those two get it on, any moment they have alone. It's so damn obvious, I can't even ignore it.
He slept with her again, last night, after he returned from the party. I know it. I know it. I just know it.
I didn't want to, but part of me was beginning to despise Kam for practically taking advantage of her. She nearly got raped. Sex must have been the last thing on her mind.
Sad you didn't think of that before proposing that nonesense to her. My subconscious jabbed me.
I gritted my teeth. "That was before I knew the truth about her."
"The truth about who?"
I gasped, sitting up at the voice. Jemi was looking at me with calm, golden eyes, holding a joint between his thumb and forefinger.
"Truth about who?" He asked again, walking to the railing and leaning against it, turning around to face me. "And what did that guitar do to you?"
I slowly loosened my grip on the guitar, exhaling. "It's nothing, Jemi."
He regarded me for a moment, before he shrugged, resting the joint between his teeth and whipping out a lighter.
