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22|𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐚

Idia Kiara Esosa

I D I A

After swiftly manoeuvering it's way around with the driver's aid, the car finally came to a parking halt. And this was the moment I'd been apprehensive about the minute I stepped foot into this car.

I didn't want the car to stop at all.

Despite the thick tension which hung around and the anxiousness I felt throughout the ride, I still didn't want the whole drive to come to an end just because of him, Jared.

He'd barely said a word to me after what I did, and aside from the comforting gesture he offered just when I thought he was about to abandon me like everyone else did, he still was yet to properly look at me without those flames of betrayal burning through his eyes.

I couldn't bear to see him in such a state and knowing fully well I was obviously the reason for what he was going through, I tried to talk to him.

I really tried, but my efforts were totally in vain as he chose to ignore my whole existence the minute we were no longer visible to majority of the student's population.

"J" I could barely utter that out with the use of little to no energy at all, as that must've been the umpteenth time I desperately called him just to get even a fraction of his attention.

Never had I ever felt so miserable to the point where I could desperately trade anything, just to relieve myself from this burden of seeing him like this.

The next call from me sounded like an uncertain question "Jared?" I asked in such a way that made it seem like I was tasting the feel of his name on my tongue for the first time, it sounded surreal and at the same time, had an alluring mix to it which would have definitely captivated the interest of any other person but Jared.

He was so unmoved by how sincere I sounded.

"Leave."

The commanding tone he used in delivering that, was enough to smash my whole into a complete rigid state for some seconds which motioned across like a destructive tsunami, and even after I finally recovered from my shocked state, I found it difficult to reverse what he'd just said because I was unable to fathom how Jared, my Jared, sounded so cold towards me.

His action was understandable to an extent, since he partly had the right to be upset after what I'd done, and I never for once denied ever being at fault, but he really did not have the right to make me feel this way.

Absolutely nobody had the right to make me feel so guilty and sad yet, here he was, doing all that and more to me. And to crown it all, I was sincerely being apologetic. So why could he not just see how genuine I was about everything? Just why?

Why couldn't he see that I was truly sorry?

Why was it so hard for him to just forgive me?

My heart was bleeding.

Couldn't he see that?

I could literally feel the rate at which it profusely sped up in an undesirable pain as I stared at him.