On Love Potions and Charms (Slow Editing)

Chapter 23: ... And You Can't Help But Cry

*Chapter Twenty Three*

(*‘-‘*) Annie's POV:

                Beautiful things always have to come to an end.

                I tipped the little bottle and a drop of the potion fell into Vincent’s glass of water. A drop of tear fell from my eye as well but I quickly wiped it away. I emptied the contents into his glass and placed the vial back in my pocket. After a few minutes, both of them will forget me. Wait, I haven’t talked to Quest yet. I fished my phone out and made a quick dial. Her ringing tone picked up and I waited anxiously for her to answer. Then, the call began.

                “Annie? How are you?” Quest answered. Her voice sounded so cheerful and I can’t help but gulp hard.

                “I’m feeling great, Quest.” I replied.

                “Oh yeah, my mom wanted to invite you over this-”

                “Wait, let me tell you something first.”

                “Umm… okay.” She stretched the word ‘okay’.

                “After this call, will you please delete my number and all our conversations?”

                “Annie? Is something wrong? What’s going on?” Her voice started to sound sharp.

                “Nothing.” I paused to prevent myself from crying, “Nothing, promise. Just please do that.”

                “Okay. I will.” Her voice softened. I had that upset feeling inside that informed me that she already understood everything.

                “Thanks for everything, Quest.”

                “Thanks for everything as well, Annie.”

                “Good bye.”

                “Good bye, Annie”

                It was the most terrible call I ever had in my life. My heart sank just with the very thought of it. I placed my phone back to my pocket and leaned down on my table.

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                “Sorry if I’m late. I told Betty to add a lot of fruit slices in than usual.” Vincent returned with a cup of ice cream sundae in his hands. He was smiling at me when he did.

                “No worries. Thanks.” I replied as he placed the cup in front of me and sat down across. I held the spoon in my hands. It took me quite some time to realize that I was trembling. Thank goodness he didn’t saw it. I watch him as he took his glass and lift it up. Yup, this is my cue to go.

                “I need to go to the restroom.” I stood up from my seat. He nodded his head and went on to drink. I walked away from the table and covered my face, hoping no one will see me crying.

                I went out of the diner and took one last look at Vincent. He was sitting in his chair and drinking his glass of water. He placed the empty glass back down. I didn’t know what happened next. My eyes were already too blurry from the tears that were there.

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                When I arrived home, it was past ten o’clock. It really was late already. I haven’t tried being home this late other than the hospital visit last time. I went inside and locked the front door. My mind was spilled everywhere. I couldn’t think right anymore.