A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 22

The dinner should be silent with Tasha. Especially, if serious situation comes. However, I was fed up with her truckload of questions which is something I'm not interested to answer.

My day is overwhelming and rushed. I didn't expect it. Should I? I mean, I should actually! Taylor found where I am and I shouldn't be surprised if she will tell her big bro.

Poking my broccoli with my fork nonchalantly, I was poking it again and again cause it wont hook with my fork.

"You're toying the food Isa. Does it taste bad?" Tasha asked worriedly. She prepared the food. It was her first time making chopsui but I think it taste good, I just don't have the appetite to eat especially, what just happened.

Why am I affected if we meet? The topic should be irrelevant now right? It five years already! I also promised myself that I will be strong, and someday, I'll forget his face. And now, I feel like hiding in the crowd because I just found out that I'm already avoiding him.

I've already move on actually, honestly I do. I barely even remember him cause my attention was caught with my boutique. My pain, it doesn't feel pain anymore, but when I saw him earlier, my scar suddenly opened and memories transpired as fresh as warm blood trickling to the  skin. It still chills my bone. It still hurts. But nothing else but hurt, I felt nothing about him.

"You already moved on right?" Tasha asked again.

"Yeah." I said with a Duh-Tone.

"I actually believe you. I mean, what you are right now, is enough for me to believe that." She said. "However, what is Simon for you?" She asked.

What is he for me?

My One great love? A Shadow of my tragic past? An unforgettable Love. I shook my head mentally think about thise words. But what is he for me anyway? 

"He is..... " I tried to think while wiping my broccoli into the sauce. Think! Think!

"He is?"

"He is a lesson that I've learned." I finally spoke.

"Why?"

"What we are in the past is already irrelevant. And besides, both of us were happy now, He had his freedom and I have somebody else."

"You mean Gabe?"

Gabe Schultz. A friend of mine, He is handsome, tall, respectable, and a gentleman. Our status is more than just friend actually, but we just don't have the label.

"Um. Sort of."

"Why? What is your relationship anyway?"

"Um...."

What are we? I don't know! But more than friends, I'm sure of that.

"Mutual Understanding?" She asked.

"No I guess."

"Special friends?"

Special Friends...... I giggled at the thought. That reminds me of a Jadine movie 'This Time'.

"No I guess."

"Lovers?"

I shrugged.

"You mean you don't have a label?"

"Well...."

"I suggest to give it a label."

"Why? Are relationships like clothes? The bigger  the brand the bigger the value?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed. "

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"Are you afraid to see him?"

"I hate to see him."

"But you will be going back to New York three months from now. It's not impossible that you will cross path again."

"I know but he will never know I'm there."

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I haven't proofread this chap so I'm sorry there's spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. (As if I proofread last chaps.)

I'll be doing a double update so let's tackle about Elladiah Wechsler. Who is she.......