Until now I can't forget what hapenned to my mom many years ago because of that Olivia. My mother almost killed herself because of too much love for my father. Somehow, I hate my father that time.
"Then why are you here?"
"What do you think why I'm here?"
"Because of my father?"
"He's not on the list.
"I don't believe it."
"Drake, can we please forget it? It was so ten years ago!"
"Forget? Do you think that's easy for me?"
"I know Drake and I'm still really really sorry."
Olivia was right a little. How long will I keep blaming her for what happened? I mean, everything was okay now. Yes, I can forgive but I think I can't forget.
"So how are you?," she opened once again our conversation peacefully.
"Fine."
"Your family?"
"My family is fine."
"Hmm. Okay."
"I don't know you're a teacher."
"It's my passion since I was eight."
Meanwhile, I found myself joining at her.
"So what's yours?"
"Simple, I want to be a photgrapher."
"Photojournalist?"
"If ever, why not?"
"Well, you should take up photography instead of marketing."
"My dad doesn't want me to."
"Well, who knows? Maybe one day you'll be a photographer. If there's a will, there's a way."
"I hope so."
"Don't you have a class?"
"Yes. I think I have to go...", I said going out of the room.
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GRAY AND PINK
Teen Fiction"Drake, I don't know if this was right. Loving you, after all, is the best thing that ever happened to me. When we're together, I feel like something moving creatures on my stomach and if we're apart, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Drake, y...
