CHAPTER 12

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She stared sternly at the gravestone.

"I dream about it again last night. That's why
I come here. Is that your way to tell me you're
missing me? You should've came with another
scene. That one makes me lose my mind. Damn
you, punk." She said bitterly. Big knot obstructed
her throat as she tried to swallow them.

She missed him so bad and she was still struggling to let him go.

She didn't cry. She just leaned by the stone as she
playing the white roses she brought for him.

"You promise me a lot of things, remember?"
The wind swirled over her like it tried to conveyed her that he was listening.

"I told you not to make any if you could never
fulfill," she continued.

"Who's going to take me to that Mount Everest?"
She shook her head. "You said you're going
to take me to Africa and feed the Lions," she
scoffed.

"You know why I brought you this very same
white roses every time I visit? Because you said
you wanted a white wedding with white roses,"
she retracted one by one of its thorn careless about the little bleeding on her fingertips, "I tell you this cause I know you couldn't hear me, your ears are probably eaten by worms or something." She sighed. "You'll look really good in your wedding, Richie. I'm sorry I used to called you ugly, but really, you're pretty handsome," She chuckled.

"Talk about wedding," she cleared her throat
"Mom and dad matched me with this girl. Her
name is Tara. The term is not really good right now- we fight, because of me." She whispered the last part. "I don't know what to do, Richie. What should I do? Sigh.. you probably as clueless as me. We're both suck on love field, aren't we?" She laughed by herself.

"She's beautiful, Richie. She's so beautiful, she's
flawless," Amber nodded to herself.

"Im sure you'll like her. You know what? I freak
out the first time I realize it. It take years to
build my wall, Richie and she breaks it within
months. Can you believe it? I'm kind of afraid
she'd leave me and find someone better, Richie.
But at the same time I'm scared to take a chance
with her. Why am I weird like that? I'm stupid
and a jerk and arrogant and- and I'm a coward.
What should I do to make things right?" She
asked.

"You don't know too, don't you?" She mocked
him.

"Whatever. I'll think of something. I should go
back. hospital, Richie. Thank you for listening.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop the worm from eating
you. I'll take Tara here someday- if I able to. Bye, Richie.

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Amber opened the conference room slowly and
adjusted her coat as she sat beside Grace.

"Where's Claud?" She muttered lowly. The journal presentation was still on going and it wasn't respectful to chatter loudly.

"Out. I don't know where," Grace replied.
"Where were you?"

"Visiting Richie," she said nonchalantly.

"You okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Lets talk later" Grace finished the conversation
and the both of them concentrate to the event.

It was past lunch time when the presentation done. Amber wasn't hungry anymore. She ate too much snack prepared by the department. She checked her phone a bit hoping there was a message from the person she was longing for.

Of course there was none.

"Grace, what are you doing?" She raised her brow at her.

"This bread is really good. I'm saving it." She
said like it wasn't a big deal.

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