Glimpse of Yesterday

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

No! This can’t be! He has a girlfriend! Shit.

He opened the door for me but I was too stunned by what my mind just thought of.

“Ale—”

“Grayson!” A girl’s voice.

Lia.

“Hey!” She greeted when she’s already in front of him.

I saw her other colleagues hoofing their way here which made me feel once again, like an outcast.

They all have professions. . . while I don’t.

I envy them.

“Wassup! To the future C.E.O of our hospital!” His male friend greeted.

“Lia! I envy you for having such a good looking ‘friend’ what you say.” The girl squealed.

I bit my lower lip and played with my fingers.

Grayson turned to me so I straightened my back but his eyes went down on my fingers that was subconsciously playing.

“Oh! Who’s this beautiful girl?” It was the guy who noticed my presence first.

“Alessia?” Lia asked, shock.

“Oh. . . you have a girlfriend?” It was the girl who squealed earlier.

“Uhm. . . My patie— I mean, my friend.”

Patient. Yeah. I’m just his mere patient who’s mentally ill.

I bit my lower lip and played with my fingers once again.

“Let’s go.” He lend me his hand.

As much as I don’t want to hold it, I need to because I’m the one who requested this. I shouldn’t be rude.

I untie the jacket that was on my waist and handed it to him so his forehead knotted.

“Wear it.”

I shook my head.

“It’s hot.”

He stared at me but I just avoided his gaze and looked around the parking lot, my alibi.

Lia coughed.

“From what I know, you’re not like that to your ex, Mr. Grayson. You let her wear what she wants but why can’t you let Alessia?”

“I let her, Lia.”

“Oh right! You’re not that red flag guy anymore, right?” She laughed.

“Wait! Are you both ex-lovers?!” The girl exasperatedly gasp.

Lia let out a loud laugh as if she cannot believe what she just heard.

“I’m going.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of his friends' stare.

I let him pull me. Everyone greets and respects him even when he’s just an intern maybe because of his family background that’s why he got that amount of respect from others and then after greeting him, they’ll look at me so I’ll just avoid their gazes.

They probably know I have mental illness. They probably think I’m ugly. They probably think I’m weak.

“Stop overthinking. They’re looking at you because you’re beautiful.”

Shit. He’s making me fall harder.

He stopped in front of the elevator and pressed a bottom. He must’ve forgot that I have a phobia for elevator so I just bowed since I don’t want to see how the elevator opens or close or what’s inside it because it reminded me of the incident.