Pretend | one shot

The Last Time

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A girl with an auburn hair walked slowly accross strangers in a crowded room, busy people with their goodbyes & farewells.
She doesn't mind others' dramas , she has her's . Her name is Grace.

Headset on, she tapped her fingers, barely closing her eyes, drowning herself in the song played in shuffle, then their once favorite track found its way to the algorithm.

Every beat was a flashes of images.
Every words in the lyrics recalled those times she once treasured. Everything is coming altogether, though barely remembered.

Trying to feed herself anything even lies and all of the yesterday's romance; how it started and ended, or maybe she was thinking the connection wasn't over, no official breakup, ignoring the pounding of her heart screaming the person's name.

Sighed. She cleared her thoughts.

As she ventured the memories of her once happiness, her mind speak the audible sounds in her head, "What if there was no you in my world in the first place, would I be able to make things work like what it used to be?" Referring to the boy he bestowed her love.

There was no hint of regret in the unspoken thoughts, it's just that she's can't help herself wonder all the things that happened unexpectedly and went off, fleeting like time.

Thirty minutes was left before her departure, she had this thought that she would like to see him for the last time.

In the room full of people with hectic schedules, chasing time, she felt everything was stupid. Like there's no way to go back and just feel the same emotion over and over again, maybe it's time to just let go and set aside those heavy things that makes her balance falter. "After all, things were meant to fall down anyway, so no fuss." 

Tasted the bitterness at the tip of her tongue.

Time moves fast but she walked slowly. Wondering how interesting her life was not until someone left it broken, wasted.

She was about to take the stairs when she met that familiar eyes, gazing widely--shocked, meeting her's. She was skeptical, she blinked her eyes as it met met his gaze. The man she once loved, Lucas.

She felt uncomfortable and somehow weird. Her senses somewhat reacts, but she composed and acted all normal.

The guy stood tall with his masculine features: eyes so dark with thick lashes, pointed nose, sharp jaw and edges...messy hair. She noticed the growing beard and hollow cheeks as seen in the guy's facade.

But she hated him, she really does. For all the pain he'd caused her, for all the wasted tears; but in that instance, her heart fluttered. She controlled her thoughts that kept bugging her, reminding her their story, love they have had. But she didn't want to risk another goodbye. Not anymore.

Maybe a 20-minute conversation is enough to spill out all her unsaid business before the departure, before she'll left him leaving all the fragments of their unhappy ending, leaving all the sad and their almost happy ever after story. Enough to tell all the practiced words, feeling her rib cage breaking as her heart slammed harder against it.

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(Grace's POV)
How it started...

I could say, it was the best feeling ever in the world loving him. All was so good, so beautiful, it felt unrealistic.