20 'Glass Fragments'

Holding our mugs of rich, sweet-smelling coffee, we strolled into the enormous living room.

The soft night breeze whisked in through the huge glass window that was left open, whirling the white linen curtains and tingling the intricate wind chime hanging on the window.

We slumped on the creamy white leather couch right beside each other. My tastebuds tingled pleasantly at the perfect combination of the bitter and sweet taste of the coffee I was savouring.

"I'm obsessed with these. You'll prolly find it on every window here," Wiola said, as she noticed me gaping at the wind chime.

"Except for Tyler's room. He gets mad when anyone enters his room, including me."

"No offence, but I always thought he's super weird. he's got his table in the library that no one can use, his desks in different classes that he doesn't allow anyone to sit on. And yeah, a bench under a cherry blossom tree that's always vacant, unless Tyler is sitting on it." I scoffed.