When I turned 14, my Dad started to tell me lessons that he said mattered the most. Like how ‘NO’ is a magic word and that I can always say it if I want to. He always protected me from the horrors of this world but never restricted me from it. He said that the moment I decide to face my fears, that’s when I’m going to learn how to live with them. He said that we can’t run from the wickedness Pandora released from the box, but we can learn how to survive and live with it.

I remember asking him, "Daddy, what about the void? Can we run from it?" and he will answer me with honesty. "No, honey. It is the only thing we can’t run from, since there’s nothing left for us to run to but complete emptiness."

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I’m so tired from what I did earlier, but bags full of new dresses and new pairs of swimsuits take all of that away.
I put all my things inside the car and climbed inside. Before I look in the mirror, I let out a deep sigh. So sweaty, I hate living in my country when it’s summer.

You sit, you sweat. You walk a bit, you sweat. You just finished showering. You sweat. Even in your sleep, you sweat.

I took my phone out to check what was going on inside my apartment. I swipe left to right to see if an intruder has entered my house. The reason I installed CCTV in my apartment is because my neighbor, Kathy— a cool girl, bless her soul.

Well, you already know what happened. She was killed last month, stabbed three times, and she has defensive wounds. She’s kind of a fighter you know, she died because her throat was cut open. Imagine that, you got stabbed 3 times, one in the throat, and that didn’t kill you. Wow.

At least even in her death, she did not go down without a fight.

How do I know any of this? My boyfriend is a detective. He’s kind of an idiot for a detective. The only reason he is a detective is because his father is a detective.

Not just a detective, but a legend. He probably called in some favors to promote Jax.

I really wonder why my boyfriend didn’t get his father’s traits when it came to investigating. He’s also a rule breaker. Telling me all the information about the murders he’s investigating? I’m not even asking for it. But I’m liking it. I feel so privileged to know about these murders. I can actually sell all this information to the media and get a lot of money to pay my bills, but I won’t do that to my boyfriend. I love him.

My attention was caught when I saw a familiar face. I rolled down my window.

"Hey, you okay?" She looked at me. She was crying.
"Oh, my god. Can you let me in?" She came running to my car. I unlocked the car and she immediately climbed inside.
She looked like a wreck. Poor girl. "What happened to you? You look like a mess." I grabbed her water. She emptied the bottle before speaking.
"Some idiot people were chasing me since I exited the Trio Cafe. I bet they are paparazzi." She wiped her tears using her hand.
"Well, in that case, I can drive you to your destination." I offered her. She looks like she has brightened up. I really want to go home, but I’m not going to be able to sleep if I kick this girl out of my car.
"Is that okay with you? I don’t want to bother you." Oh girl, I don’t wanna be bothered.
"Oh no it’s fine. So where are we going?" I asked her.
"About that…" she looked around "I have nowhere else to go. They’re just going to follow me everywhere I go."
What the heck?
"Oh…." I reacted.
"Yeah." She smiled.
"I can offer you my apartment. Is that okay with you?"
"Oh don’t ask me. It’s your apartment, is that okay with you?" No it’s not. I don’t want any celebrities in my apartment.
Actually, I don’t want anyone in my apartment. I smiled, "Yeah. of course."

When we arrived at my apartment, she took off her heels when she saw that I had taken mine off. She also asked me if she could sit on the sofa. Wow, I like this one.

"You want water, tea, coffee or juice?" I offered her. She’s sitting like a kid who just went for the first time to a classmate’s house.
"Oh, water’s fine." I got her water and I microwaved the cheese bread that I made this morning.
"Thank you so much." She said.
"Oh no, that’s nothing." She took a bite and looked at me.
"You made this?" I nodded. "It’s good!"
"Yeah, I love cooking. I hate washing the dishes." She laughed.

She’s really beautiful. No wonder why Ocean chose her over Mira. Mira is a super model, but she’s got a bad attitude.
Let me explain to you what’s going on here. Ocean is an actor, and he’s great. He's also very, very handsome. Mira, a supermodel, a bully and Ocean’s ex. So, Ocean and Mira were together for 2 years+. Their relationship is a total wreck. They probably lasted for 2 years because, you know, I mean, two hotties in one bed, doing it? Oh boy.

But then, there comes someone, the most beautiful girl ever. She rescued Ocean from a good (you already know what it is) but bad relationship. Of course, with Mira being her usual self, she flipped the story and said that Ocean’s new girl stole him from her, and of course, people, mostly paparazzis, are eating her story.

What a bunch of idiots. Of course, it’s their job to escalate the drama, but still.... poor girl.

"You’re staring at me weird." I snapped out of my own story telling when I realized I was staring at her for too long. It is embarrassing.
"I’m so sorry. I guess I’m not used to having celebrities in my apartment." I said.
"Oh no. I’m not a celebrity, but my fiancé is." She laughed. My head tilted automatically with what she said.
"Fiancee?"
"Oh, shit. I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but ugh. " She rolled her eyes, I can tell that she did it jokingly. Then she raised her right hand and showed me something.

A ring. With a beautiful diamond in it. It’s not big or small, it’s the right size.

"God. Wow!" I smiled. Then I asked for her permission if I could touch it, and when she nodded, I reached out for her hand.
"Wow, this is really beautiful."
"I know right?" her smile is ear to ear.
"Is this real?" She nods.
"Wow. Congratulations!" I said. That ring can pay for my bills and I’ll be good to sit for a month, months maybe.
"Hey, you know, you’re kind of special now. You’re the first person, except me and Ocean of course, to know about our engagement." She said.
"I’m honored."
"I need a favor."
"Anything, what is it?"
"You need to keep it a secret. We don’t want anyone to know about it until we’re married."
"Wow. So, you guys really want to keep it private. huh."
"Yes, with all of the issues going on, this is one thing we want to keep to ourselves." She cleared her throat. "Can I trust you with that?"
"Of course. You can trust me with that." I assured her while nodding my head.

After our talk, she went to the balcony to make a call while I cleaned the dishes.
Honestly, I was smiling while washing the dishes. I feel so privileged to be the first one to know that she and Ocean are engaged.

Maybe the God or the Goddess of Information loves me so much.

The information about the murders from my boyfriend and the information about the engagement of two well known celebrities were thrown at me.

I’m not even asking for it.