Marcus's
I ran up the 20 flights of stairs to see... that Carrie wasn't alone.
On the way here, I was determined to confess my feelings for her. She could reject me, but she couldn't stop me from liking her. I knew the rooftop garden closed an hour before midnight, and it would be too late, but I had a hunch that she wouldn't break our agreement. If I didn't turn up at all, what kind of man did I put myself out to be?
But then I realized; maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just stop liking her. Maybe I should just get out of her life.
I peeked out of the small window on the staircase door. Carrie was all smiles, laughing away, making silly faces at the Polaroid camera with... her boyfriend. He was a lucky man. He got to plant smiles on her face, while I only made her angry. I was too ashamed to approach her. I couldn't bear to spoil her happiness. I bet she saw me as a 'jerk', an 'assholes' who breaks his own promise.
I slumped down on the staircase, letting the little gift I had prepare roll down the staircase, just like it was rubbish. Sadness overwhelmed me as my eyes watered.
Seeing her love someone else, is as if walking on needles- painful but you just got to move on.
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