“Okay, where’s my room?”
“Let me see, will this room be fine with you?”
“What do you mean?”
I looked at her quizzically.
“Well, you have a very big room in Barcelona. I know you got used to it somehow.”
I looked at my mom and went to her for a hug.
“I’m gonna like it here.”
I know she sensed that there was a tinge of loneliness in my voice but she didn’t say something.
I rolled my luggage to the room and went to the bathroom because I felt a tear almost dropping to my cheek. Why do I miss Nicholas? I am denying myself, but deep down I know I fell in love.
After freshening up, I went back to the kitchen.
“Oh, there you are. Here’s your pizza”
I sat on a stool and started munching on it slowly, as my appetite was already gone, thinking of him.
“Are you okay?”
“Ahmm...yeah.”
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