After Alex's parents funeral, I found myself subconsciously comparing Alex with Oscar. It wasn't my intention at all but, it just happens. The things he did were not as good as the things Oscar did, no matter how I looked at it.
"Hey, Babe!" He kissed my cheek and hugged me. While he hugged me, I saw his entourage. There were so many of them and I sighed. If his entourage were always around, then we would never be able to have our quiet time together. "Sorry I'm always busy lately!" he apologized after breaking the hug and I nodded understandably.
"It's alright!" I said giving him a smile. "Though I'm always at home, I still keep myself busy with books and my 'imaginations'!" I closed the door, glaring at the entourage.
"Oh, you read books now?" He tilted his head.
"Yeah, why can't I?" I asked but he just sniffled a laughter.
"It's just that, you weren't the type to read books!" He pointed out.