The Stolen Love

Chapter 21

This chapter will be focusing on Sana’s point of view…

How do people know that they like someone? Is it when they’re bothered when the someone they like gives attention to other people but you? It's something I haven’t figured out yet. Having inspiration is totally different from loving someone. The first day I studied here in Great Oak, I met so many people and some of them became my friends. My eyes have been caught by you and from that moment I already have someone who I am inspired to study hard. You’re always the subject of conversation on our campus. The way you prioritize your study over having free time for yourself. The way you make the girls hitch their breath when they see you. I’ll never look away from you… I thought it was just a stupid crush, but the truth is, It’s really just a crush.

“I’ve never thought that Tzuyu’s Aunt is the owner of the famous bookstore in town” Mom stated in disbelief. They keep bothering me about Tzuyu for two days after graduation. I don’t have any problem talking about Tzuyu, however, there’s something which bothers me a lot and I don’t know it.

“Mom, can we stop talking about them? If you truly wanted to catch up with them I can message Tzuyu for you” I rolled my eyes, fishing out my phone.

I heard my mom chuckle and said, “Honey, I’m just trying to make some friends, you know?”

“I know. I’m going to message Tzuyu if she’s not busy.”

Great another excuse again to talk with you. This also bothers me alot. I feel like we’re apart from each other although we are literally apart since her home is not so near to our house. But, every time we got to talk it’s always awkward. Normal? No, it is not. Tzuyu is the type of woman who likes to tease me a lot whenever we don’t have any classes. These days I feel like she keeps pushing me away…

She never keeps me waiting. However, I’ve been staring at my phone for minutes. She is perhaps busy. I heavily sighed and stood up, “She’s busy.” I wasn't able to hear my mom’s response, because I rapidly went to my room.

I plopped down on my bed as I closed the door shut. I’ve been like this lately. My head is clouded, when small things never go in my plan—I easily get irritated. I’m not in my period though. The reason is she’s not being responsive lately and I hate that because it bothers me!

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I heard someone at the door. I turned my body around and saw my father. You can’t lie to him and neither do I because he will still figure it out himself based on your emotion plastered on your face.

I sat properly, facing him “I’m having a dilemma.”

He looked at me worriedly and approached me as he sat beside me. “Is there anything that I can do for you?”

I glanced at him, then did a double take since I was reluctant to say my problem to him. “Do you think I’m weird?”

He gazed at me weirdly. I did not specify what I’m trying to say since I don’t want to scare him. “What do you mean weird? You’re perfectly fine.”

I chuckled and nodded at him, “Yeah. I’m perfectly fine. But, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

From this moment, I started to get nervous. My palms are sweating, so is my forehead. I gulped as I felt my throat become dry. I had figured this out a long time ago and I want them to know about it. I’m not in doubt anymore nor faking myself. However, I’m scared of what they will say. I’m having a whirlwind of feelings about this, should I backout? I don’t think so…I’ve been running all my life.

“Is there something you would like to tell me?” Dad uttered.

I looked at him straight in the eyes and admitted, “I like girls.”