Scarred ✔

eight

.eight.

My life suddenly felt very free.

I'd wake up at the crack of dawn - even before her - and then go for a jog. Then I'd attend college and avoid her most of the times. I'd sit in the library till it closed, as usual, and then hung out with a few of my friends, occasionally getting drunk and having fun.

I'd catch a glimpse of her sitting alone during lunch, away from the eyes of judgemental people, her eyes puffy, telling me that she either hadn't slept or had cried herself to sleep.

But, I didn't feel much guilty.

I felt free.

My friends, who had never seen her without me, grew curious and unable to contain themselves, finally asked me what had happened.

"We got into a fight," I answered all of them in a robotic tone. "Nothing serious."

I think, we probably broke up for good.

But even though I was feeling happy and free, some part of me still cared for her: a part buried deep inside my heart.

And only that prevented me from finally and officially calling everything off.

And that was probably why one day in the college canteen, I was letting a girl flirt with me and I was flirting back.

"You have something in your hair," the girl said in a low, seductive voice, her finger sliding up my arm slowly. She fluttered her eyelashes to look at me, ruffling my hair a little. "There, I removed it," she said. "It was a leaf."

"I was hoping it would be something else," I smirked, my fork attacked various pieces of vegetables in my salad.

"Like what?" she asked, biting her lip seductively.

"Your-"

"Dude, not here," one of my friends groaned. "We're having lunch."

"Sorry." I grinned, and my eyes travelled up to meet someone's watery orbs.

It was her.

She looked as though she was on the verge of tears as she stole a glance at me from the corner of the cafeteria.

My smile faltered when I realized how lost she looked.

What else were you expecting?

I couldn't help but feel irked towards my conscience.

Suddenly, she got up from her seat, slammed her hand on the table and walked away.

And the next thing I knew was that I had shrugged off the girl's hand from my arm; my legs were following her.

"Hey! Wait!" I called out, a hint of urgency in my voice, and she halted in her steps immediately.

She never learns . . .

"Make it quick," she said, her voice cracking.

I remained silent.

Did I really want to do this?

"Um . . ."

After a few moments of silence, she laughed sarcastically. "You don't have anything to say, do you?"

There was silence. I cleared my throat awkwardly, realizing what she was saying was true.

"No."

"Then why did you come after me?"

"I . . . I don't know," I said finally, and she turned around, looking disappointed.

"Well, I guess, you can go back to that girl."

"What girl?" I asked in confusion.

"That girl with the miniskirt and crop top, streaked hair: the who was all over you back in the cafeteria?" she reminded me, her voice vulnerable.

I almost scowled.

Weak . . .

"Oh, she's no one," I said, waving my hand in the air.

She just nodded, looking down.

Pills . . . She's taking the pills . . . Why doesn't she stop?

"I gotta go," I said, motioning towards our table in the college cafeteria.

"To her, yeah. Okay."

"No," I said flatly. "I'll get my stuff and we'll go out."

Why blame her when I, myself, never learn . . .

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