I can't do this. I can't.
I was standing in front of the door of Michael's home, with my fist up but I just can't bring myself to knock.
The whole ride here, all I wanted to do was just turn back and go back to my apartment and forget about all this. But everytime, I was about to do that, both Michael's and Ika's disappointed faces would just come in front of me, telling me that I need to do this. For his parents but also for…myself.
So…I came here. But now…I just can't bring myself to go and face them.
I was contemplating on just going back to San Francisco when suddenly the door opened and I came face to face with the woman I considered my second mother.
Upon seeing me, her eyes lit up and a genuine smile covered her beautiful face. She looks like she's aged twenty years in just six years but still as gorgeous as I remember.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” I said with a small smile.
Why the hell are my eyes burning?