Chapter 189
Kyrah's POV
The new semester began about a month ago, but I really needed time off, time to cool off and find myself. Vic already joined our campus and he spends most of his free time with his girlfriend, Wren. As for Roxy, well, she wanted to take a break too but I told her to sign up for the classes that she wasn't able to finish due to lack of finances.
It's been quite boring for her around campus. She told me that Tyler doesn't dare talk to her or even look her way either. He's become a loner and he never interacts with anyone around campus. He just attends classes and leaves immediately. She also informed me that she has never seen Blake around ever since the semester began but rumor has it that he transferred to another campus.
I guess he couldn't handle the thought of seeing me around campus, even though I haven't enrolled for this semester.
And as for Cruella, Roxy only saw her for a couple of weeks around campus and then she disappeared. When Roxy asked around, she was informed that Cruella moved out of town.
The look on my face when I heard about this was priceless! I was elated! At last! I'll get to move around town or even visit Maeve and Wren on campus without any fear of bumping into Blake or Sabrina. It's like the heavens have answered my prayers. Finally!
Wren and Maeve are now roommates by the way.
Everything is slightly back to normal, the only missing piece of the puzzle is gone. Scott. I have never been the same again, it's like he left with a part of me and there's nothing I can do about it. I have read the copy of Charlotte Brontë thrice already and I indeed love Jane Eyre. It's a classic and I'd say Scott's taste for good books is amazing.
Living without him has been hell. My parents became worried, mom even suggested that I should see a shrink, but until today, I haven't given in. I keep having nightmares every single time I go to sleep and every time, I always see myself and Scott in the truck as we fall down into thick darkness and get engulfed in it and then I hear a loud bang and I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs, beads of sweat all over my forehead and my night gown drenched in sweat. It hasn't been easy for me. Lilly says that I'm still traumatized by what happened.
Mom keeps wondering why I am acting distant and she only got an answer from Roxy a few days ago. Roxy told her that Scott had a thing for me and that on that fateful day, he was to tell me how he felt. Which he did and now I can't even tell him how I feel about him.
I ended up taking the picture of him in his house and placed it in my bedroom, on my nightstand, right where I can see him, and kiss him goodnight. Mom thinks I'm going crazy. But I think I'm beyond that. Loosing him tore me into pieces and I don't think anyone else would ever fix me. Not now, not ever!
Even though Roxy told my mom about that day, I still haven't told them my side of the story. It's always hard for me when I try to remember that day, let alone talk about it to anyone.
Dad got me a new phone and thank God I had backed up all my contacts, photos and videos on Google. I got them back and I've been swiping across each and every picture of Scott and I and watching every video.
"Kyrah," mom calls out from the kitchen and I drag myself over there, leaving my phone on the couch.
"Yeah?" I ask as I pull a stool on the island and sit.
"You've been sitting alone for hours while swiping that phone of yours, why don't we bake something. I'm done with my work online. Shall we?" She grins at me and wiggles her eyebrows in a playful way and when I start hesitating, she gives me her puppy eyes and I surely can't resist the look on her face so I give in.
"Alright then," I shrug and huff as I try to smile back at her to lighten up the mood. We haven't done anything together ever since I left the hospital, no cooking or baking sessions like we used to.
"You know, baking is also a form of creativity and it will really help you focus on one thing at a time, plus the aroma of whatever we're going to bake will make you forget about anything else," she says and I do agree with her, baking makes me calm. "Creativity reduces anxiety, depression, and stress. Since I'm only creative when it comes to baking, then that's what we're going to do. Just like old times, right? Let me play some music and then we can begin," she says and connects her phone to the Bluetooth speaker and as usual, some catchy Celine Dion jams begin playing and I can feel my mood lighten up.
My mom is really trying her best to make me happier each day. It's been hard though.
"We're going to bake a vanilla cake, chocolate chip cookies and blueberry muffins," she says while placing ingredients from the pantry on to the counter.
Blueberry...
That was his favorite.
It reminds me of him. I don't want to be sad, because mom will be sad too so I assume that we'll be baking the blueberry muffins for him. I smile at the thought. These days I am rarely in a mood to do anything at all, so let me take this chance and enjoy while it lasts. I probably won't be this happy and active by tomorrow.
I help mom mix the ingredients for the cake first as she sings along to her favorite singer, doing a little dance every once in a while.
The baking goes quite well and since we've baked so many delicacies, I decide to share some with my friends. I call them and tell them to pass by as they grab some before they head home. I feel happy today.
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