◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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💥Happy New Year💥 _________________________________________
Chris's POV :
10 Years Ago
I sat on a corner bench in the empty hall of the orphanage with my head down so that no one could see me. Funny ! Who's there to meet me?
Father Albert and I have been alone in this huge orphanage for fourteen years.
My eyes are tired after crying. Cheeks are still wet with tears.
I heard the sound of boots coming from a distance.
I looked at my right hand. The back of the hand has been burnt. Argghh... this itching and pain.
Father Albert's footstep stopped infront of me. I don't want to look at him.
He sat on my left side. I have nothing to say to him. He will ask what happened, I will explain the things to him, then he will try to calm me with his sugar-coated philosophies.
"What happened today?" He asked as I thought.
Without answering in words, I extended my right hand in front of him. He stared at it for a while.
"Did you burn your hand yourself?" He asked a stupid question. I can't stand the pain, why is he irritating me with this kind of stupid questions.
"I'm I mad to burn my hand on fire?" I asked irrigated.
"After a certain point, people enjoy hurting themselves to forget their bad incidents. That's why I asked you." He said.
"That stage hasn't came yet. I will let you know myself when it comes." I tried hard to control my anger.
"Okay. You didn't say what happened." Father reminded. I looked into his eyes and explained everything that had happened.
"At the place where I went for picnic, students in my class was taking pictures. I went and stood on one side for the class group photo. Nobody liked that. I was pushed by a student and I fell right where the chicken was being grilled. My meat was fried faster than the chicken on the grill."
I looked at my burnt hand. Urghh.... disgusting. For the first time in my life I felt myself disgusting.
