"I've already lost count of how many times you sighed."

My train of thoughts was disrupted when Cynthia, who's sitting beside me, spoke. We are currently in the front yard of the mansion. The  warm rays of the Saturday sun is fondling on my face. 

"Come on, tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can help and give you advices."

I arched a brow and threw her a dubious look. "I doubt that you can do that."

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I can be sane and normal sometimes, you know. On a serious note, spill what's on your mind."

I pursed my lips together, thinking. Cynthia has been...