The months at St. Clares had flown by like a whirlwind, and now it was already before the much-anticipated summer break. Three terms had passed, and I was about to receive my grades for the 11th year in just a few days. Time seemed to both stand still and speed up, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of college life.
On this particular Monday morning, Emily and I found ourselves running late for breakfast. We hurriedly got dressed and grabbed whatever we could for a quick breakfast. A pot of takeaway coffee and a banana would have to do as we dashed to our first class – math.
As we entered the classroom, the last row was the only one available, and we slumped into the seats, still feeling tired and endlessly bored. The math lesson droned on, and I couldn't help but feel my mind wander.
Feeling the need to escape the monotony, I discreetly opened my phone, pulling up YouTube. As I scrolled through the videos, a thumbnail caught my eye – "Prema Racing: Truth or Dare."
Normally, I would have ignored anything related to Prema Racing, as it reminded me too much of what had happened with Ollie. But something drew me in this time, a curiosity I couldn't resist. With a hesitant click, I started watching the video.
The truth or dare game was lighthearted and fun, but my heart skipped a beat when it was Ollie's turn to pick truth. Paul Aron, his new teammate, asked him if he regretted anything. As Paul jokingly said "letting A go," Ollie surprisingly answered with a resolute "yes."
My mind raced with questions and emotions. Did he really mean it? Did he regret our time together? Why hadn't he reached out to me all this time? As the video ended, I felt a mix of emotions – sadness, confusion, and a flicker of hope.
Trying to focus on the math lesson again, I couldn't shake the weight of those words. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, and I found myself glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until the end of the class.
As I sat in the math class, time seemed to pass dreadfully slow. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Ollie, replaying his words in my head over and over again. I couldn't believe he had reached out after all this time, and yet a part of me couldn't help but wonder why it took so long.
My thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions – hope, confusion, and a lingering sense of hurt. I knew I had blocked him, but he could have reached out through his driver friends who still followed me on social media. It felt like he had chosen to stay silent, and that stung.
The math teacher's voice faded into the background as my mind wandered, trying to make sense of everything. If he had really regretted our time together, wouldn't he have tried harder to talk to me? It felt like a never-ending loop of questions and doubts.
Emily nudged me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hey, you okay?" she whispered, concern in her eyes.
I nodded, giving her a weak smile. "Yeah, just lost in my thoughts."
"I get it. Maybe he needed time to figure things out too," she said softly, trying to offer reassurance.
