How sudden do you think is it to hate someone you once love, and to love someone you once hate?
There is a thin line between love and hate.
Anything is possible.
Well, maybe in the life of Salome Alan who reluctantly let her dad be with the one he l...
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•ALEXANDER JNR•
In all my years, I've never been so curious about someone, wanting to know all her worries and itchy to take as much of them away. Until Salome. And it's crazy because she sure knows how to get me tied without even knowing.
I saw her with her classmate at the park area, and trust me, I've never been so anxious of whatever was going on between them that made her laugh so much.
Don't get me wrong, I love seeing her smile, laugh, been all lively and jovial, but not from someone else. I know, I sound selfish, but I can't help it. That's why I'm driving us to my place without an actual reason.
"M-Mr Alex? Your place?" She stutter behind, while my grip tightens around the steering, my mind hovering around for a rational reply. Why did I even say that at first?
"Yes, I have something to give you." I had to say something, stealing a glance at her wide eyes. She looks so cute been this excited. Now what do I have to give her...
"Really? What?" She's quick to ask, desperately peeping from the backseat, her mesmerizing vaniella scent pecking my nose. She really doesn't have to do too much.
I make a turn into the lane that leads to my place. "Why not wait and see, hmm?" I suggest, all the while thinking of why I mentioned my place without having any plan. So unusual of me.
Salome nods, humming. "Okay... Quite interesting." She beams, resting her back against the seat. I should just tell her I didn't mean to say that and drive back to her place since its already getting dark. Or, I should let her have some of my favorite homemade pineapple juice.
"Salome?"
"Yes?" She peeps again. I love her communication skills outside of school.
"Do you like pineapples?" I look back at her for a second, slowing down a bit. We have gotten to the front of my gate. It's sensory identification dings in the car, the gate automatically drawing open.
"Hmmm... I hated it as a child but I love it now." She says.
I drive into my humble space, the closing of the gates making soft rustling sounds as it draws close. "Why did you hate it as a child?" I park right in front of my home, kill the engine and pick up my satchel from the passenger's seat. I climb out of the vehicle, and swiftly pull the back door open.
Salome surges out, trying to adjust her bag over her shoulders. I reach behind her and take it from her hands before she puts her arms through. Her eyes goes up at my taller figure, but I try ingoring her eyes by leaning forward to slam the door shut. Pressing the remote control to lock the car, I turn around and head to the threshold.
"Let's go." I'm already walking ahead to the doorway.
She the tries to take her bag from my hand from behind me. "I-I can carry it myself."
