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❝ HEADLIGHTS, ON ME, RACING TO SIXTY, I'VE BEEN A FOOL ! ❞

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A WHOLE YEAR has passed since we met, the more we spend time together, the harder you leave my mind. I knew by the seventh month of knowing you that I have already fallen for you, but I wasn't going to willingly and openly admit it both to myself and you.

You were still the same as always, even after all those months that have gone by filled with nothing but cryptic adventures with you. At this time, I still held onto the old photograph of you as a child, the mask I wore at the event in your school, along with the yellow box and the peach shaped balloon you bought for me.

I've always wanted to open it, wondering what was inside the small, precious container. But I still didn't have the nerve to do it. I keep telling myself that I'll only open it once you have dropped me out of your life— to keep it as your symbol and the only good thing you've left for me.

This day was quite sunny— perhaps more than what you could usually handle. I didn't see your vibrant green hair at the gate of my school nor the usual place you stand in whenever the sun was too bright.

Although panic was slowly starting to bubble inside of me, I didn't let it show, finding you through the whole street was more important than overthinking

But the results were practically fruitless. You weren't at the milk tea shop you always buy our drinks in, the bike you use whenever we go somewhere was left on the ground in an empty alley, you weren't even answering your phone for the six times I've called you while looking for you. You were nowhere to be found.

I was beginning to think that you truly have gone bored of me, that you have realized after a year that this petty little ragdoll has now been too raggedy for you to be seen with. My thoughts have soon consumed me, I couldn't help but let my emotions get the best of me.

Soon enough, and as much as I hated it, I had fallen beside the bicycle, tears were streaming nonstop down my face.

I couldn't help it, I was hurt— beyond hurt. It was a stupid mistake for me to trust you too much and to let myself fall for you. Sooner or later, you would leave me buried six feet under with nothing but my bones as a reminder that I had lived.

And then— my phone had rang. It was your number.

A mixture of a new set of pain, hope, wonder, and relief had washed over me. You hadn't left me after all, I was just too engulfed in my emotions to even think properly for a moment.

With quick yet messy movements, I wiped my tears from my face and answered the call, excited as all hell to hear your voice and tell me to meet you wherever you are.

Unfortunately, like any other stories about a person's life, mine had an awful twist to it. It was too early for me to celebrate and that my mistake once again.