TWO WEEKS LATER
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Two weeks had passed and during that time, P'Yin had consistently evaded any contact with me. My attempts to reach out through messages and calls went unanswered. Whenever our paths crossed, he would promptly distance himself, refusing to even meet my eyes.
The friendship that once existed between us had eroded and it was painfully clear to me that I had made a big mistake. Remembering back on that fateful night, I wished that it had never happened in the way it did. Now, I could not shake the feeling that P'Yin must find me utterly disgusting.
I...I didn't want P'Yin to hate me...
As the clock inched its way towards 10 pm, I made a way towards P'Yin's room, clutching a lunch box of homemade fried rice. I wanted to extend my sincerest apologies to him, desperately hoping for his forgiveness and a chance to put an end to the painful cycle of avoidance that had gripped us both.
I love P'Yin so much and I did not want to lose him...
As I stood there, my knuckles were poised to knock on P'Yin's door. But before I did, the door swung open, revealing a scene that sent shockwaves through me. There stood P'Yin, his laughter mingling with that of an unfamiliar woman.
The unfamiliar woman with her vivacious demeanor and curiosity in her eyes promptly addressed me. "Aww, that's your junior, right?" She asked P'Yin.
P'Yin's expression shifted from amusement to confusion. He furrowed as he looked at me standing there. I bit my lower lip, my heart heavy with a sense of impending dread. P'Yin, shirtless and there was a hickey on his neck. It told a story about what happened behind that closed door.
My eyes instinctively dropped to the floor. I knew...I knew all too well what they had been up to in his room. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks but I fought to hold them back. I couldn't allow myself to break down in front of P'Yin, to let him see my weakness. If there was one thing I refused to do, it was to let him perceive me as weak, as someone who easily crumbled.
The silence in the corridor stretched. P'Yin's eyes bore into me, a silent question hanging in the air. The unknown woman oblivious to the gravity of the situation continued to smile. For sure, she knew I had a crush on P'Yin because everyone in our university was already aware of that.
Summoning every ounce of resolve, I finally found my voice, though it trembled with an undercurrent of hurt and sorrow. "I...I made fried rice for P'Yin," I stammered. The box I held in my trembling hands suddenly felt like an inadequate offering, a futile attempt to bridge the chasm that had opened between us.
P'Yin's expression remained inscrutable.
"Well, it's nice to meet you," the unknown woman chirped, extending her hand toward me with a friendly smile.
My silence seemed to amuse her and a smug smirk crept onto her face as she maintained eye contact with me. She seemingly satisfied with my discomfort, redirected her attention to P'Yin.
"Thanks for tonight, baby. I will go now. Don't forget to call me later," she said, leaning in to give P'Yin a quick kiss on his cheek. I bit my lower lip, my heart aching as I witnessed this intimate gesture between them. The sensation was akin to a dagger piercing through my chest.
"Take care," P'Yin replied with a warm smile.
As she walked away, leaving us alone in the doorway, the silence between P'Yin and me became palpable, like a heavy fog that obscured our ability to communicate.
I slowly extended the box of fried rice toward P'Yin again. "I...I made this for P'Yin," I offered with a trembling voice.
"I already ate," he replied.
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