Sentimental Chances (On-Going)

Chapter 34 : Walk Down Memory Lane

I know.

I know what I did was wrong. Dead wrong. I shouldn't have done that.

The problem was that Fallon couldn't take a hint after I kept saying that I didn't want to talk about it. She couldn't even shut up for five seconds.

I mean, seriously. What part of I don't want to talk about did she not understand?

For someone who went to Yale, she was not very bright.

It was so annoying. Correction. She was being very annoying. I love her, and all, but she was so annoying. 

FYI, she's still annoying.

The worst part about it was that everyone's day was ruined, and I'm partly to blame for it since I was the one who snapped at her.

Anyhow, I took a short bus ride to the nearest street stop that was about five minutes away from my studio since I didn't have my scooter with me.

My brother tried to call me, but I was too embarrassed to answer, and I didn't feel like arguing either, so I turned off my phone for the meantime.

I wasn't thinking straight, so I thought about going to the studio. But once I got off the bus, it did seem like a good idea because I wasn't sure if my friends were the best people to be with.

After Emmy blabbed my news, they started walking on eggshells around me, yet I wasn't interested in hearing some honest, real talk either.

And so was the Inn.

I became lost. I had no idea where to go and who to turn to, for that matter.

I knew all the places in Barcon like it was at the back of my hand, and I couldn't decide where I wanted to go.

So I began walking with no particular destination. I was lost in my thoughts until I recognized the street to my old college, West Durnam. 

That was when I pressed the stop button on the bus. I got down afterward and walked my way there. 

It was about ten minutes away, and I was in the area with local cafes and diners where students would have their lunch if they didn't feel like eating inside the campus.

I could tell there were students present because they wore ID cards around their necks while eating and studying.

My phone was flooded with notifications—my friends were reaching out in our group chat, worried and asking if I was okay. Most likely, my brother contacted Linus to inform him about what had happened, and then Linus passed on the news to everyone else.

I didn't want to worry them, so I replied that I was alright, then turned off my phone, and then started walking to my old school.

Memories and the nostalgic feeling came flooding in. A literal walk down memory lane.

Once I got there. I didn't go inside because I couldn't. My alumni ID was left at my home since I didn't think I would set foot on campus. Well, I wasn't planning on entering either way.

Nothing changed except the murals on one side of the fine arts building. Other than that, everything else looked the same.

From the main gate where I was standing, I spotted a female student in the distance. I didn't know her, but she was sitting at a ledge by herself studying.

Not long after, a guy approached her, kissed her on the cheek, and then they started chatting, even holding hands. 

What a happy couple. I was in awe. It was so cute and sweet.

They were like me and Topher back in the day.

As I watched them, I wished for them that they would be together until the end.