Walking around school with the saddest face one could see.. Felt relieving. To not hide under the mask. Even if it's just for a second. One of the teachers saw me.. A teacher whose been a guardian to me.
"Why the long face?" She asks as she halts me.
"Just.. Some stuff." I said.
"Worry not. No problem, is bigger than God." She pats my shoulder, smiling before she walks off to her business.
I nod, thanking her for her advice and watching her off before I took off as well. True no longer problem was bigger than God.. But.. does God forgive me for what I've done? Will he still accept me, as his son?
Back I went inside the classroom. Brought my guitar for a friend of mine to use for his practice for a contest. As soon as I got inside.. The guitar was bumped against the table.. But I was too down to yell. Instead I took the guitar and played it myself. Didn't want to spoil their fun. Later that afternoon.. I couldn't keep my eyes off that guitar. If something happens to it.. I'll murder them. So, I stayed in during their practice to watch. Besides, I did make the chords for their presentation.. It was going pretty smooth, well except for steps forgotten and lyrics forgotten.
She told her friends to tell me to get out.. I can see why.. Actually I was worrying that she would.. And I know why she would. But I can't leave.. My guitar is in someone else's hands.. She got mad.. I didn't know what to do.. Or what to feel.
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Bleeding Love
RomantikLove is love, no matter how you put it. There's always a want, a need, a sacrifice, a sentiment and more. This book tells a tale of Love that awaits its Healing Hour. Despite such pain.. it refuses to break. Find out why.
