My Pizza Guy. (editing)

⊙Tuesday Trouble.⊙

My inner voices seemed to have faded away in the darkness that was slowly engulfing my bright mind, which was lit with the sunshine of young love fifteen minutes ago.

I may sound deep, but every word bears the weight of all the sorrow that that very letter had thrust upon me. It was like I was standing at a Y junction. And unfortunately, I knew exactly where the two roads led to. I couldn't blame naivety for it. They were so different and the preference of one over the other was clear.

And yet, there was this tension. This irksome confusion that I was left isolated with. Like I was thrown in the boxing ring, with the knowledge of not having the slightest idea of performing the sport. My inner voices seemed to have given up on me. On my life. On everything.

You must be thinking of it as no big deal, but oh man... it's one hell of a big deal.

Walter Stuart Franklin was once a very important figure in my life. To my horror, that very letter told me he still was.

Twenty years old, heir to Fuccinato Co. and future heart specialist. He was always known to be the all rounder of our generation. Yes, his father preceded him in that respect. Rich, handsome, charismatic, charming, classy..... you name it. Oh but don't forget to count "fake".

Had I not seen his true colors, I'd have been another Drea, only that I'd have had a fiancé at such a young age. Referring to Drea actually meant being ladylike and clever.

Walter made me care much less about all that. Why? Well because it reminded me of him. Etiquettes and manners, punctuality and responsible behavior. It was his signature. And applying every such aspect burnt my self esteem. Like I was following in his footsteps.

The piece of paper slipped from between my nimble fingers, when quite timely, a transparent droplet fell on my frozen hand, the thump of which, somewhat restarted the blood flow in my hand. Oh no...

Tears.

When we talk of "moving on" and the sort, we aim at "ignorance" and "replacement". But, do tell me, how is it that we ignore something that keeps crossing our way? How can we be able to replace it? It's not like Walter kept swinging by. Trust me, I'd wanted him to. But, some of you might understand very well that even when you think you've gotten over something, you can't ignore to look twice when it crosses your way. You're unable to ignore it. No matter how long it's been since the last time you caught sight of it.

Walter did hurt me, but I got over it. Why was I sad then? Because..... Dad.

My Dad fancies Walter. He'd wanted his best friend's son to be his daughter's eternal companion. Even though what Walter did was unfair, I had this uncomfortable feeling of seeing my father, overlooking Nick and letting Walt in again.

This haunted me. From the very moment I finished reading the letter.

I wiped my face and ran my hands through my hair. I picked up my cell and dialed the number that promised me cure. I knew it'd heal me.

I smiled when I heard the words, "I'm irresistible, aren't I?"

"You can say that.." I said.

"You okay, love?" Nick asked.

"I... miss you." I choked.

"Awww... I miss you too. I'll drop by tomorrow, okay?" He said merrily, trying to cheer me up. "Daddy Krutz won't like me going too frequent with meeting his princess." He chuckled.

"Oh no, no. Tomorrow's fine..... So how are you..."

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I woke up early on Tuesday. It was even before the alarm went off. I'd wanted to go back to sleep but thought otherwise.