Match Made in Money

28: Erstwhile

Hi! It's been years! Lol. Sorry for not updating. I just feel so so so uninspired. :(

Anyway, hope you'll like it! :)

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

*CASS' POV*

I was counting the stars through my clear window as I lay on my bed.

Words aren't enough to explain what I feel right now. I am patiently waiting on my phone's screen until late nights, hoping Sky's name would pop up. But no, there's none.

It's been days since Sky sent me a message. Or even call-or poked me on Facebook. The sad thing is, he's been online everyday but always ignore my private messages. Worse than that, I've been seen-zoned.

Could he be dating someone else?

Did he found someone better than me?

Better in a way that he can freely have a date with?

Without boundaries; just full freedom?

Call me over reacting but I cried my heart out on occasion, with the fear that I lose him already.

Oh dear God, I miss him so much. In a little amount of time, I feel like I've known him for so long. It seems like our bond's thicker and tight. All the hatred I invested on him through the years mysteriously vanished.

Love does move in mysterious ways.

But, why am I feeling something odd? The tie between us feels like loosening and turning cold. Like someone's letting go?

"Argh!" I shook my head and quickly sat up. "What the hell were you thinking Cass? You've been through a lot, that's enough to prove that he loves you." I comforted myself.

Yeah. We've been through a lot. Like Romeo and Juliet, against all odds.

My train of thoughts was broken when my phone beeped. Eager to know who texted, I dove back to bed to reach for it by my pillow.

"Kendra." I felt devastated, not seeing the name I wanted to see.

Hey girl, can you bust out of there? ;)

Why?

We're missing you.

WE'RE? Who's with you?

Come on, you know who it is. ;)

My insides churned, turning upside down like I am going to puke any minute. I feel a different kind of excitement. I feel like I am going to see Sky tonight.

Without any hesitations, I shook off my robe and plucked my hoodie out my closet and stood in front of the mirror.

I traced my lower lid with a finger and creased my forehead. I have the biggest eye bags in the world! My lips are pale, my cheeks too!

"Gosh, I looked like a walker." I whispered, hooking my neck forward to bring my face closer to the mirror and stared more.

I cannot afford for Sky to see me in this state, but on the bright side, I guess my face could be an unspoken proof that I missed him. That I cannot sleep thinking about him.

Puffing a breath, I stretched down my hoodie and turned to my exit.

I bit my lower lip in sync with the door closing behind me. Tiptoed in a hush like a cat and sneaked out.

I slowed down the moment I saw the door on my mom's room. It was a little open, making a straight ray of light on the dim hallway. I carefully took off my shoes with a hand flat on the wall to avoid myself from falling. I am still grounded, but I wanted to get out so bad. I shouldn't get caught.