"Don't overwork yourself. Take things slow. You don’t have to take all the responsibilities.” Phoebe says. “I know. I was able to get a loan only for the first semester. I will have to do something and come up with the money for the next one too. And then there is the rent too.” I hated thinking about money. The moment I started worrying about the finances, that’s when I started having anxiety attacks. Somedays it just got worse, that I wouldn’t be able to sleep the whole night. “We can help you with the rent a bit.” Phoebe offers. I shake my head, no. “I can’t accept that. I can’t always depend on you guys when you have your shit to take care of.” I reply. Phoebe frowns. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some help sometimes,” Phoebe says softly. “I know. And trust me I am so grateful that I have you guys.” I tell her

The job at the sugar rush cafe was going great. Currently, I was working 40 hours a week because the school hadn’t started yet. The second it did, it would be reduced to 20 hours a week. Honestly, the amount wouldn’t really suffice for me, so I was looking at some online gigs to do too. Diana was a very sweet lady, she reminded me of my aunt, and she never failed to make me feel like home. She asked about my day, and it was nice to know that I had some elderly person care about even in this unknown country. We all liked to be babied sometimes don’t we? William was sweet just like the cupcakes he baked. He baked other things too aside from the cupcakes, but I was more biased towards his cupcakes. We had gotten close in these two weeks that I had known him, and each day it was getting harder and harder as to not like like him. His warm voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold day. I found myself leaning towards his

The lecture lasted for two hours. There was a brief introduction done, and the professor spoke about the things that we would study. The professor was a middle-aged lady, her hair tight in a bun, with a black neatly pressed suit. Although she looked a little uptight, her personality was nothing like the clothes she wore. I was kind of disappointed that she had started the class right away, I guess we couldn’t really expect them to treat us like kids who didn’t want the teacher to teach anything on the first day. I was more than happy to know that Candace’s combination was the same as mine, and we had everything together. Even our labs were together because both our names started with a ‘C’. Unfortunately, Luke didn’t really have that many classes with us. “I think I will have to replace you with Celeste from now,” Candace commented, looking at Luke’s schedule. We had a half-hour break before

“He’s her boss. A professional baker. He’s all that she talks about.” Alexa says this time. “Looks like my job just got easier,” Andrew replies. “He probably doesn’t see me that way,” I admit. “Do you want me to go knock some sense into him? Maybe I can finally make him see what is right in front and how much he would miss on if he doesn’t make a move now.” Andrew says. His voice was soft. It made me smile at his genuineness. “If it’s meant to be, it will be,” I replied. Dropping the subject. ------You know how things can go well for a while and then suddenly the ground is tipping and you are slipping over the edge. Trying your best to hold on, but you find it hard to hold on when everything around you is liquid. I knew that I was a fool for thinking that my life would finally be normal. I never went through m

“What about the expenses towards the research?” A boys questions, his one hand raised with his pointer finger up in the air.“Half of it will be provided from the university, the other half would have to be borne by you.” My head whips up, my eyes wide. Of course, research meant expenses, why was I even surprised so much. Oh, wait, maybe because I was beyond broke at the moment. Great, just great. “Umm, Celeste?” Candace called. I looked at her, a neutral expression taking place instead of the annoyed one that was beautifully gracing my face before. “Yeah?” I question her. She looks hesitant to answer. “Are you planning on doing it alone or in a group?” She asks the question that I was dreading. I didn’t know what to tell her. I was bad at making excuses or coming up with lies on the spot. “I-uh. I haven’t decided. I thought I would first think abo