"You know this person?" She asked to you.
My heart clenched as my gaze never left your beautiful caramel brown eyes, anxiously waiting for you to reply her question.
My head flooding with nothing other than the images of how I have touched your ski...
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"... like it confuses me, you know? Like I don't know how some girls are 100% straight, like have you actually seen girls? Like real girls??"
-Lisa blabbered on a random basis as usual.
"And what is it about those men after all? Their peepee? Except that, there's nothing much amusing about those blockheads anyways. I bet girls got more balls than them, I mean not literally, but metaphorically. Aish, you get what I'm saying, right?"
-She scoffed.
"And their so called peepees isn't that uncommon nowadays. Can be bought from amazons at anytime, from anywhere with any size and shape. So, now that everyone have it, that one single thing which made them odd isn't odd anymore. So, I am like, why men? I mean, anyone with a proper common sense would rather choose a woman who could treat them right over a man who doesn't even know the right meaning of right. Right?"
-She kept on speaking, almost like rapping, yet I could barely pay any attention to it as I sat in the crowded classroom with her, with my gaze wandering out through the open window, and my thoughts lost all in you.
1 week. It has been one whole week since we had been together, let alone saw each other properly.
With you now out in the public eyes, our freedom to be with one another got very limited. The moment you stepped out of your so called "hospital treatment", you were swamped by the media and press, asking one question after the other about the accident and the false allegations imposed upon you. I remember watching the news and feeling utterly infuriated at the reporters, wondering how far they could actually go with their rude questions. Sad that none of them, even a single one of them was even concerned about your health in reality, eventhough your injuries were fake.
The following days were clearly hectic for you, attending one press interview after the other with your father. And when you started to attend the uni back again, you were accompanied by a couple of your personal body guards during the initial days, for some of your obsessed fans followed you all the way to the campus, screaming their creepy-unhealthy concerns for you.
If watching all these from afar made me feel utterly suffocated, could only wonder how difficult you might have felt to go through it all alone. But again, you have been, since birth.
Later, your bodyguards left you alone inside the campus. But your little squad of wealthy friends had you all confined, literally buzzing around you for most of the time. I would occasionally get a short glimpse of you from the campus corridors, canteen and sometimes from the library, but you never noticed me.
It was like we were back to the phase of strangers.
I can't express how hollow it made me feel on the inside.
