Jessica Rosalinda’s presence is a bad thing for me. Just after leaving us, all her words began echoing in my head as if her sole purpose is to trouble me the entire day. News flash for her, even when she left, all I can think of is how awful my insides are turning about just by thinking of myself being compared to Kourtney—the woman whom affects Alex the most. Currently having our breakfast, the silence we have in our table is the same as the one we had last dinner, even last snacks and last company visit. In short, ever since yesterday, we have nothing but our short conversations, awkward silence, and ourselves being distant to each other. While I tap on my scrambled egg, I stared at it as my mind traveled on its own. “Did I make it too salty?” When I heard him spoke, I lifted up my g