James
It feels weird now that I have realized that there is something wrong with the way that I see Krystal now.
She is cooking food for our dinner and I am here acting like I am reading a book in the living room, but I can't help myself but to look at her. I think she hasn't realized that I was actually looking at her instead of reading the book I have in my hands.
I don't know myself now.
"I have to go there and help her." I said to myself and stood on the couch I was sitting to come near her.
I can see Krystal clearly because the kitchen and living room are in front of each other.
"Do you need help here?" I asked her, then she looked at me with no emotion.
"This one." She replied to me, referring to the fish she just took out of the refrigerator.
"What am I going to do wi
