One In A Million

Chapter 52

11/03/2015

"What else do you need more stupid, he doesn't want to have anything to deal with you, to his eyes, you are no more existing." Those words, I had repeated them on replay mode during an entire day. I was obsessed by this one single idea I put in my head. To me, it couldn't be any clearer, Marco had kicked me out of his circle for good, and I really couldn't be displeased by his choice. It wasn't a subject to be debated. Of course, I felt bad, deeply hurt with the cold attitude he slayed me over the phone. Not a day had passed I didn't recall of each of his words spoken with that wretched coldness. His inner soul was like screaming out the torment and mostly the pain he had kept locked inside of him during all of that time. The accumulated tiredness, rage. grief, all of those was the perfect combination to get himself into that posture. I was no more existing to Marco, more like as a dead person, and maybe that was the best solution for both of us. My intention was not to get him back neither to obtain back his faith, or trust, nor to justify my behavior, but I wanted to clear up everything so I could be in harmony, him as well, but I guessed that none of my goals would be reached, he was so mad after me. It was from this moment that I came to get a fix that it would be better to resign, and vanish like a ghost, for his own sake.

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"I should have protested strong and firmly at her." I said to myself as I looked to the menu card, well giving the appearance that I was entirely focussed on what I had under my eyes. But the truth was that I was cursing Kaylee so hard, that god himself would ran scared if he got to read my thoughts. Oh damn, after all, that was my my solemn fault if I was here, sitting at this table of the restaurant. If there was a way to teleport myself at the apartment, I'd take it. I definitely would feel at an comfortable ease, in my bed, covered with the thick duvet at watching some sad emotinal movies. "STUPID YOU." I murmured, but in the process of self cursing bite my tongue. I swallowed my pain and remained quiet, having a stare at the surrounding.

"Hallo..." I heard this masculine voice, a voice that didn't sound unfamiliar to my ears. As my eyes got to see who this was, I recognized him, or must I mentioned the two. Neven was standing there with his team mate Shinji, both took place on the free chairs and sat at the table. They greeted me with a sincere smile, Neven being the most polite of the two waved his hand. It was almost assured that the effect of the surprise would be huge to found me there, something they probably wasn't expecting, me the fugitive. To be honest, it felt more shameful for myself to be among them, due to their close relation to Marco. What could they have been thinking on me at the first glance?. My tension reached the red level that I had my neck hard as a stone.

"Brooke, you okay?" Kaylee asked, as her hand gently poked over my shoulder.

"Yes, I was looking at the menu, but still unable to choose... to be sincere, I'm not very keen at having a lunch, I'm not hungry." I said pulling a face.

"It's okay, I truly understand that you have lost your greedy appetite hun, but you have to force yourself sometimes, did you look at yourself, you have lost so much weight." Kaylee said with a certain emphasis on the word {weight}.

"Easier said than done." I shot back.

"Fine, I'll get you an appointment to a doctor, you need to be checked up." Oh damn, that was not even an option, I disliked doctors.

"The hell no." I protested. Kaylee was set on fire to keep the debate going on, but someone decided to bring an end to our conversation.

"So, looks like someone is back." A curious Neven asked looking straight at my face, even though he didn't had this judgmental gaze at me, I still felt extremely nervous. I knew that some miscellaneous questions would follow.