One week.
Two weeks.
Those weeks have passed but he's still cold to me.
Ang sakit sakit. I don't know what he's up to. I don't know what's happening.
I am so depressed.
Really.
One time, when we got an activity in Humanities, which was to draw something on an illustration board, I was really out of focus. It turned out, ang dumi talaga ng drawing ko, I was the one assigned to draw on one illustration board kasi.
He was there, sitting at my back. He wore a navy blue shirt. That's why I also wore a navy blue shirt that time. I even curled my hair so that he'd notice me. But he didn't.
He didn't. Lol.
That night he chatted me why he was so down. He told me: *paraphrased* "I don't know Stef. I just woke up sad this morning." He calls me Stef because 'Stefan Chloe' was supposed to be my name if my mother was the one who'd name me. My aunt which was a madre kasi nag ngalan sa'kin.
After that, he continued his cold treatment.
I was dying for his presence and attention.
BINABASA MO ANG
I Watch You From Afar
Teen FictionI've known you for so long. I've watched you from afar. I've been watching you from afar since I've stepped in this university. Ofcourse you don't need to know that. But what would happen once you'd know my secret? Will it hurt me? Or will it mend m...
