Wild Dreams

4- Mindy

Then I came back to reality, after that long spacing out. 

It's been months since the school year started, and I am studying Industrial Engineering. To be honest, I copied the course of the lady beside me. What can I do? I don't prefer any course just like everyone does. But guess what, I met the boy I saw at Boracay. Because of this course we became close, and I learned a lot of things about him. We’re always together, always doing the same thing, like the same thing, and always studying  together to the point that people are starting to think that we have a relationship; I hope so too.

He's Dome and I like him; but he likes someone else. We’re so close to the point that he's always telling stories about his childhood crush who migrated to America, but that’s fine with me because I think that he feels comfortable with me whenever he talks about his personal matters with me. But that closeness was starting to have a gap since the day Mindy­­­­—his childhood crush, came back.

"Can you come with me to the supermarket? I wanna cook something but my ingredients are incomplete." Mindy said while holding his forearm and clinging into it. 

He looked at her sweetly like we don't exist in their world. We're just facing each other but he can't even see me, I can't even go inside their conversation because they put a barrier — an obvious one that will make you just shut up because you cannot pop their bubble of happiness. 

After we ate at the cafeteria, we decided to go to the library so that we could study for our next class. 

"Can you not go to the supermarket with her? I really need a hand right now." I asked using my heart melting voice, but he didn't bulge a bit, he just chuckled, it's like what I've said was some sort of joke — but it wasn't. 

I've been telling him not to come, yet he’s not even listening to me, he just dismissed what I said. But when it comes to her, all the words matter, all the remarks should be heard, even her silence will be taken into consideration.