I was so distracted by the book that I forgot why was I here for.
The book is another romance and action story with thrill and a sprinkle of slice of life. It's a relationship between a mafia and a bratva. It's something but it got me distracted.
And it was night time already but my parents didn't come looking for me. Which was weird, I've never been outside so late before.
"I'm going home and I'll keep complaining about the story." I said to that old lady and just left.
The other day I came back...but it didn't go as planned. We argued about literature and she read me books about literature with her favorite authors and explained why literature is so much more than just literature.
I've never been into literature before but her favorite authors sounds so depressed and done with their life.
Over the next few days we keep doing the same routine. Me going to complain and ended up discussing literature. I'm not complaining about the routine but I am complaining at that story.
She's not so bad at all. She has more character than I thought.
I finally found my home that I'll go to... away from everything.
I have found a person that I felt trusted with so I told her about my problems and she said "It's only the beginning." She always say that those were problems that will prepare me to face even more bigger problems.
If she has kids...she'll be a good mother.
I came home after like the 18th time of doing the everyday routine and it seems like my parents were waiting for me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
My mother hesitated. "I- darling, me and your father is getting divorced. Be prepared, okay?" She was about to cry.
I knew this day would happen but I wish it wouldn't.