Heading to my own abode has been a routine for the past four days.
And I've managed to not be found since then.
Sitting by the edge of the pool reminds me of one of the Asian movies I sued to watch back in highschool, especially with the silver rays cast by the full moon and how I can actually see myself if I look in the water.
I find it ironic that this place is my peaceful abode when I don't even know how to swim.
That first and the last time I tried swimming, I almost drowned.
I chuckle at the thought.
I could write a best seller about it.
But it would of course be erotica.
Maybe the female lead would get pushed in the water by her evil bestfriend, then a billionaire who has a crush on her would happen to be around and rescue her, then he would have to take her first kis
