It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

Pretty Boy (40)

Maths aren't even making sense

~20, Danielle Dennis Ann~

~ A few months before Mia's Wedding~

"Ann, can we talk?", I heard a voice make itself heard.

".....Do I know you?", I raised a question still having a spoon dig a bite of the Belgium chocolate cake without lifting my head.

I should have raised my head and seen the source of the voice before speaking.

".....You are Ann, right?"

Too late, I saw those eyes. Creep, pure creepiness. He has grown physically. Few extra inches, chubby cheeks, and those creepy 32 teeth are less pearly. He was quite round the last time I saw him I guess, I can't say fat because he wasn't. He looks fitter and much less like Harry Potter's twin now and has a fashion sense even weirder than me. He wore a bright yellow t-shirt and Adidas black slacks. Mia kinda had a thing for staring at his butt. He still has that bubby butt.....Fuck I am a creep.....Guess he has outgrown gelling his hair. He has bangs I think? He looks like he woke up from the grave.

It tastes sour...it was sweet a second ago. I suck the spoon and dropped it onto the plate.

"Mark, you just have a way of soiling my day.....Make it fast, I don't want Miyuga to see you"

I didn't know my appetite could go sour seeing Mark Austin Jawa's face.

After 4 full fucking years.....

"I am sorry"

".....", he made me speechless. Anger rose in my veins. Those 5 years of memories of my junior high and high school, the unpleasant and pleasant ones, the game went wrong, the hormones, Vlad, coming to terms with I have Bipolar and had early stages MPD, suicidal persona and finally coming to terms with my love is different. I am Nyx. I didn't know how to feel or react. All I wanted was to never Remember I had a messy history induced by hormones.

I had no right to be angered but I am angry.

Blame the bipolar for that.

"Do you forgive me?", he asked

"Stay away from me, Mark"

"Ann, I am sorry "

I saw black.

"And I am sorry for not killing you."

I wish murdering people was as simple as saying I love you.

I forgot I have difficulty saying I love you.

"I'm fucking sorry"

"Grovel and Beg?", I asked suddenly with a twitching desire to how Mark would react to being humiliated in public resting my chin on my left wrist while I crossed my right leg over my left.

"Ann?"

"Mark, I am not Jesus Christ even Christ himself will come and judge on Judgement Day. I was made for the dark. So it would only make sense if I made you feel half of the damage you blew to my mind. Before meeting you, I never knew I abhorred myself but it changed after meeting you....so get on your knee and grovel and beg if you may. If you do a splendid performance, I might try not to kill you for souring my mood."

Ohhh....he is getting on his knees.

"Why is your former classmate on the floor?"

"Settlement for the Drama of the Century
Get up and be gone, Mark...Jail time is really bad..."

Mark got up in a hurry and left, eyes slightly moist.

Any longer on his knees, he would have flooded the cafe.