Twelve

Then, "Don't touch me!" Sophia screamed from the background.

Such a sleazing bag! 

"She is such a wild-" before Marco could talk again. Stella hung up on him…

My mom thinks of me as someone who is careless of her emotion and ends us pretending to be tough. Tracy would probably say same and Jeremy. Sophia would say it was fear.

The fear of being caught up emotional. To show how weak, I stand among friends, family, coworkers and the society in general.

At this point, I don't even know myself. Who I am or where I stand.

I was not sure if I could conceal the crazy drive in me to grab Stella's jacket and cry on her shoulder, begging her to find a way to bring everything to normal.

Whereas, that was just impossible. That was like saying she should revise things to the moment before she was abducted by Ralph or to the moment I walked in right into my own ruin circle.