Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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Chapter 11
Blaze.
I can't get my mind off the reason why I agreed to this his request. I was actually a fool to make my own term for him to work with me. It's like I am agreeing on someone to kill me but on one condition, he kills me my way.
I shake my head as my lips turns into a thin line as the scenario crosses my mind.
Thinking about my repulsive action yesterday, I regret much for being his partner for our assignment which will somehow determine my future since, it's my last year here, in this school. A wave of disbelief overwhelms me as I realize I am jeopardizing my study for this.
The sunlight is seeping through the blind of my classroom, creating a radiant streak along its way into the vacant area.
I can see specks of dust traveling in the air when it crosses the rays of light. I did not exactly switch on the light in my classroom when I got here a couple of minutes ago. It's pretty dark and very comfortable for me to sleep in.
That's exactly the reason why I have my inflatable pillow with me all time. Easy and handy.
Twirling the pen I'm holding with my fingers, I take a sip of my cup of latte. I put my pen down on the table and grab my cup before walking to the nearest window. My level of boredom has reached an entirely new level.
I scrolled through my feed, doodled in my notebook, shuffled through good songs but I was not slightly entertained. I want to talk with people. Sharing stories. There is absolute nothing I can do here, especially when I am alone. Alone.
"Alone."
I whisper and the fact settles in. It sends chills down my spine. I feel more and more heat as I approach the blind. The blind hung reaches the ground. It is lengthy and towers over me as the ceiling here is pretty high. I push the blind aside.
The large plane of glass is the only thing separating me from the vast green field below. It is so peaceful and calm like what you see in the tv. The green is stretched on for miles, bringing life to the surrounding with different shades of colour from dark green to peach-red, the sunrise is just like a cherry on top.
Winter is approaching, I bet, as the mountain range which is disappearing slowly in a thin line, is blanketed by pure, white snow. There is always a perk schooling on the hill. Without knowing what I am doing, I rub my palms together as if I am affected by the cold that is coming in maybe one month or less.
I take the cup that I put on the nearest table a couple of minutes ago. The steam which is coming out of my cup creates water vapor all over my glasses. My sight is obscured and all I can see is mini-droplets of water. Damn my eyes for having me to wear glasses. I should have worn my contacts though.
The ticking giant clock right on the front wall of my class, attracts my attention. I look at it to only realize that I have one more hour to go before class. I'm still shocked by the fact I am early to school nowadays. As I am indulging my eyes with the panoramic view, from the pine trees decorating the road across whose leaves are falling to the eye-opening city view, I yawn.
Waking up early is never my favorite routine.
My phone rings and I hear vibrations. Just on time.
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