When Angel returned home, she immediately slipped off her shoes, took her mother's hand, and pressed her forehead against it.
"We're home, mama~"
Angel hummed those words like a soft tune.
"Mhm, anyare?"
Her mother smiled and looked at Angel, then at her husband, who was also taking off his shoes.
"12k, lahat lahat."
"12k huh.."
Angel looked at her mother. She seemed in deep thought, but nodded.
"That's okay, that's fine.."
Angel's mother smiled, but Angel knew it was not okay. It was not fine. That's 12k. 12k that could've gone to water bills, electricity, mortgages..
Instead, it went to Angel's documents.
Usually, Angel wouldn't care. Why would she care?
To her, things like financial troubles weren't her problem.
So long as she could use the wifi, play games on her pc. Heck, write!
She was fine ignoring these things.
But somehow she couldn't with this. Because she was the main cause.
No matter how thick-skinned you are, no matter how stone-cold you are.
What people hate most is being indebted to someone.
And Angel?
Her debt is her whole life.
Her existing is her debt.
Every. Single. Thing.
It's debt.
Not love.
She was only a parasite, someone who keeps loaning and loaning, unable to save herself.
What's worse? She is but a child. 19, but still a child. Unable to repay any debt. She was both debt and insurance. What a pain this was.
So, unable to do anything, Angel could just do the chores as usual. Eat dinner with her parents.
[8pm]
Angel laid on her bed, eyes open. The sound of the electric fan buzzing on the cold night..
She was bored.
She wanted to play a game, but her keyboard typing could be heard by her parents.. she didn't want to get in trouble.
So what could she do?
What could she do..
Oh, right! My lightnovel!
Angel suddenly thought.
To her, writing is her oxygen. Whenever she had nothing to do? She was writing.
So she immediately went to her note app and stared at a blank page.
Angel's mouth pursed, her eyes narrowing.
FUCK! I had this burning sensation in my chest, I was itching to write but I can't jot it down!
Angel pouted even more.
Her chapter 0.. it was exactly about her fight with her parents, meeting an unknown woman, and then—transforming into a beauty herself!
Then naturally.. chapter 1 should be..
Angel's mouth curved into a smile, as if she got what she wanted. Her fingers tapped the phone screen as if on autopilot.
Based on feeling alone, she began typing and typing..
The moment she woke up as a woman, the panic that set in, how she clutched down there to find something that was gone.. the look in the mirror.. everything—she did not leave a detail out.
Surprisingly enough, she wrote 1.1k words.. that's a lot, right? Mhm, probably a lot.
With that, she saved it. Posted it. And got done with it!
But as she looked at her lightnovel, there were still no views.. no reviews.. Angel couldn't help but clutch her own chest.
Her eyes losing their shine as tears formed..
What even was writing?
What was writing, exactly, for her?
It wasn't just a mere hobby..
It's my life, my voice..
Angel couldn't help but look at the screen in a loss..
Perhaps she wasn't cut out for this at all? Maybe she had been desperately chasing the golden egg that might not even come true..
Tons of thoughts clouded her mind.
I wish someone could at least see my story..
Angel sighed, hugging her own legs as she sat up on her bed..
Then she thought of something.. someone...
Perhaps.. perhaps she can?