Her Eternal Love

Summer days - 3

Things were beautifully going between us. From working at cineplex to ravaging in the weekends. It was heaven for us.

Abrar Martinez was one of the most charismatic man I had ever met. He was charismatic, charming. He was amazing. Majestic. Magnificent. Beautiful. Ethereal. None can explain him in words. He was unexplainably amazing. We both enjoyed so much. The whole summer was thrilling. Exciting and so fun. Full of memories.

Abrar always smiled, always teased me. Always had his jokes. He was an extrovert. He was funny. He was also a perfect mixture of serious and sarcastic. At times he would say things that blew my mind away. At times, most of the times I found him.. very very attractive. Because we always stay so close to each other. And he always looks so goddamn hot. He's. Irresistible. And I cannot take my eyes off of him.

He had his way of speaking, and I had my ways of staring. And he was an art worth to stare at. And I always wanted to..

Summer. Summer is a season of love. Of enthusiasm. Of euphoria.

And I remember the time all of our friends we went to the pool party at Louis's house. It was a frat party. All of the college was invited. It was just before summer ended.

Abrar was wearing this black shirt, with his black pants. He was standing with his guy friends I remember. All of his friends were drinking, he refused to drink. He never touched alcohol. He wouldn't. That I know.

The house was filled with people all over, they were standing in the kitchen area. That's when I and my friends walked in.

I could see the look in Abrar's face, his jaw dropped when he saw me in the black dress. I specially wore it for him to see. But my jaw dropped just by seeing him. I walked to him and was amazed by how good he smelled.

Abrar: My beautiful friend, looks extra. Extra today.

Oh come on, don't flatter me. Look at YOU.

Abrar: Ava, trust me you have never looked this hot. Like ever.

I know.

Abrar: ooh "I know" what's with the attitude?

I laughed. I am wearing BLACK. I have an attitude when I were black.

Abrar: oh, is that it?..

He softly put his hand on my waist and pulled me a bit closer, my breath hitched as he smirked. I was so nervous. The touch of his finger sent shivers down my spine. I was unable to speak. I just kept looking at him. His eyes were teasy

Abrar: uh-oh where's that attitude now maam?

I frowned and let go of him, my cheeks were burning red. I pouted and looked away. He laughed at my silliness.

Abrar: see? I can always get you nervous.

-.-

Abrar: Awh come on, don't make that baby face. Let's go and eat something.

-.- fine.

He laughed again. We both laughed this time.

On the corner of that same house

Kimberly: I cannot believe that he did that to you.

Jathline: right? Like now he's got a new girl and they are literally in the same party as you.

Ulrica had a wine glass in her hand, a menacing look planted on her face. A revengeful rage. Fuming rage. With oil poured by the two.

Jathline: if I were you I would destroy that bitch.

Kimberly: poor lord, she literally stop our ulrica's smile.

Ulrica: *silence*

Jathline: you have to do something, we can't let them be happy like this.

Ulrica: Oh just, wait jathy. I will. Do what I have said. She will.

Ulrica: They will. Face. Tremendous. Trouble.

Ulrica sipped wine and looked into her phone, then called someone.