I felt better after the talk with Hunter. He seemed to have triggered my determination because, right now, I know I want to live for myself. I have to put myself first from time to time.
“Oh, are you free tonight?” Hunter asked me.
I gave him a look. “Why?” I asked, pretending to be intrigued.
He chuckled and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you want to grab dinner together.” He replied.
I smiled at him. Perhaps, if there is someone I have been most grateful of in my life—aside from Mom and Genevieve—it is Hunter Looney.
It was true that I hated him to the bones. Oh yeah, I even wanted to kill him or choke him to death or whatnot. And that’s the reason why I can’t believe that he has this inner alter ego that makes me feel safe whenever I hear his advices.
He has this somewhat invi
