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"You're actually smiling right now." Diana states, smirking.

"What's the big deal?" I ask, confuse.

What's wrong with smiling? Like is it a crime. I know it's definitely not.

She silently stares at me, trying to find answers then she says, "You met a boy specifically the guy you told me a few months ago the one who drove us home when I was drunk with his friend." I look at her shock.

How the fudge did she know? I didn't even tell her. I met with the so called stranger.

"How do you know?" I question, widening my eyes.

"It's just the way you smile with that twinkle in your eyes."  she points out as she makes her hand open then closes like she was making her hands twinkle I guess.

"That doesn't prove anything." I mutter, crossing my arms.

"It does." she begins, "You only smile like that when you talk about him or when you're with him."

"But you never saw me with him."

"I did when I was drunk. You were smiling so genuine. I never seen you smile like that before."  she tells me

I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say anymore.

"It was like in the movies when you talk about or when you're with the one you love."
she adds.

I decide to stay silent, not knowing what to say as we continue to walk our way home. Why did she had to compare with the things I always dreamed to happen every time a watch those kinds of movies.

I always wanted the movies I watch turn into real life but I knew that those movies are just movies. They will never be real. Never.

Don't go all never say never with me. I'm telling the truth. In our world, forever doesn't exist and pain does. I know I sound bitter but those are my thoughts.

"Well, this is my stop now." I stop on my tracks as I see my house just a few houses away.

"Bye, Diana." I wave at her goodbye.

"See you, Ara." she says, waving her hand as well, greeting me goodbye. She goes to the another direction as I continue to go straight.

As I approach near my bourse, I see a boy sitting down on my usual crying spot when my parents fight.

"Hey stranger!" a voice greets me.

I smile as I hear the familiar voice in my ears.

"Ummm. What are you doing here?" I ask him, staring at him weirdly.

"Can I get your number?" he suddenly asks, rubbing the back of his head.

What did he just say? Did I hear it correctly?

"You won't give me your name but you want my number." I murmur as I roll my eyes.

"It's for emergencies when you need someone to talk to." he answers, chuckling and I give him a quick smile in response. "I know you're going through a lot lately." he continues.

"And a stranger is a good person to talk?" I say, raising an eyebrow. 

"Duh. A stranger won't judge you for whatever you'll tell them since they don't know at all."  he tells me.

"But you're not exactly a stranger anymore. You know pretty much a lot about me." I state, waiting for his reply.

"I'm still a stranger to you." he ends the conversation.

I want to say more but he keeps cutting me off and changing the topic. Before I knew it, he was gone. He left me alone and I suddenly feeling the flashbacks coming back at me. Haunting me once again.