Her Eternal Love

You aren't mine, yet.

The class ended and everyone went to the corridor, I did too.

I went to my locker and opened it, my locker was filled with my old stickers. And my diaries. My old diaries. It was fancy enough, but dusty. Very dusty. I smiled looking at old Polaroids of me, Charlie and Mim. High school was so fun. It was literally so dreamy.

Suddenly I heard two people bickering behind me, beside another locker. I recognised the voice because it was his. I looked back and..

It was Abrar, leaning against the corridor talking to.. Ulrica. Ulrica jones.

ULRICA JONES? The cheerleader? The pretty face? Always skinny? Short haired, short skirts, that BITCH?

Abrar smiled and sighed, she frowned and urged him. By keeping her hand on his shoulder. He sighed again. Then nodded. She did a little jump, happy jump and then kissed him on the cheek. He smiled as she again took a selfie with him. He didn't seem very happy about anything, he seemed like he was forcing himself to be with her.

Well, who am I to judge. I looked back at my diaries. But I couldn't help myself to look back at them again. She kept talking, he listened. She, with her annoying voice said weird stuff. He nodded and looked at me.

Oh no he noticed I was staring, I looked back at the locker. Then after a while looked back. They weren't there.

Sigh. I looked back at the diary—-

Abrar: Staring?

woah- where did you come from?—

Abrar: you were the one staring at me. And my girlfriend talking. And even in class. Why?

____ O—O. UH-

Abrar: ..?

He was right infront of me. Smelling like "handsome". Literally the most attractive man on the planet. What DO I SAY?

Abrar: Azha, you should really speak.

Azha? How does he know my- oh. He knows me since the last three years. But.. he noticed my real Name?

I am sorry Abrar. I didn't mean to stare I was just wanting to talk to you.

WHAT TALK?

Abrar: You could have just come up to me. Instead of being a creep.

ouch.

Abrar: *he crossed his arms* I am listening.

I.. I mean we actually became friends back in 2013. What.. happened to you?

Abrar: well, I joined the jocks and.. you left.

.. yeah.. my..

Abrar: I know. I am sorry for all of it. I truly am.

He was so calm, I liked that about him.

Abrar: but you left.. without saying anything, leaving me all alone. Abandoned me.

... I..

Abrar: I was so upset.. about everything, but then I searched for you. Yet I couldn't find you. So I.. gave up. Searching. Because you said you didn't want to meet me. Or any of us.

I pushed you away. I did.

Abrar: so I.. moved on.

You did :,).. did you..? Or are you acting about it?

Abrar: and now you are back.. after all that..

And you are with.. ulrica jones.

He stayed silent.

I mean, it's okay I always told her she liked you. I am glad you gave her a chance.

YOU ARE GLAD? YOU ARE HURT.

Abrar: glad, huh?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be, my friend's with a beautiful girl. What more could I ask for?

I could slap myself so hard for saying this.

Abrar: sigh. I don't know about her. But I am still. Very upset with you.

Oh come on Abrar. I swinged my arms around his shoulder. I am sorry for leaving you. I am guilty of it.

Abrar: *he slowly shoves her a bit away* no Azha. Don't.

...... I.. I am sorry I.. I..

Abrar: the hurt is too deep. I need.. time.

I.. I hurt you.. so.. bad that..

I am sorry I can't expect to come back after an year and thinking you all will be okay. I.. should be leaving.

Abrar: me too.. I have a game to catch.

I left before he could say anything. Didn't look back. I only kept thinking about how.. how he removed my hand from his shoulder. How he.. did.. that.. because all I remembered how.. close of friends we used to be.