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Sometimes, memories are the worst form of torture. Going through what you fear most over and over and over again in your thoughts, suffering in silence
Over time you would heal, the scars won't fade though but at least you can cover them up, that's what I've learnt to do
Some days I love the facade I put up, repulsive bitch capable no genuine feelings for anyone but myself. Other days I wish I was like everyone else and I had someone to love and someone to actually love me back
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ERLING'S POV
(Erling Tobechukwu Kingston)
"Kingston"
"What is it?"
"We need to talk"
I roll my eye tiredly, since when do we need to talk
"I'm listening"
"Not here, the lounge?"
"Yeah whatever"
I let him lead the way to the open space between the two hostel wings, the night light giving the place a warm intoxicating illumination
"So?" I ask, expecting him to go on with the purpose of the meeting
"What is up with you?" He settles on the pavement closely adjacent to the wooden seat I am on
I shrug, not providing him any answers
"You see, this is your problem right there" he crosses his arms "since when did you start keeping quiet and bottling things up?"
I roll my eyes at his expression, not bothering to take him seriously
"Nothing is wrong, you literally just ordered me out of the court to talk to me, shouldn't you be the one speaking?"
He lets out a sigh while giving his forehead a massage with his fingers
"Okay since you don't want to talk, I'll do the talking"
I nod for him to go ahead
"Why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim anymore?" Aidan says, his voice sounding lower and calmer than it did at the beginning
My shoulders drop a little at his words making my expression falter for a split second before my face automatically retracts to its initial impassive look
"Erling" he calls, reaching his arm out to touch my shoulder but I instinctively move away to avoid contact
He retracts his hand with a sigh, folding them across his chest
I stare at the artificial grass beneath my feet with my mind completely blank of thoughts
He sighs for the umpteenth time as he gets up from the tiles, walking around the chair to stand right in front of me, I don't make any eye contact with him
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