"MIND to explain?
Right at this spot, my heart, without a warning suddenly felt like bursting out of my ribcage.
"I was..."
He leaned forward. "A stalker?"
"What?" My brain took a good couple of seconds to process his word.
"You know, the weird stalker who likes to stalk people around. Guess they were right. Maybe you are the weird student they kept warning me about."
I could not believe what just came out of his mouth but after all what was I even expecting from him?
He was not him. I was the one who kept on pushing my mind and created all those useless expectations just so I could make myself believe that he was him. It was all because I somehow always felt these unexplainable connections whenever he was around. That something.
But as he peered down at me like this as if I was the most pathetic being ever existed, I knew my gut was right all along. Love was not real. For me at least, the hopeless girl who kept on living in her own created imagination.
He was just another guy who masked his existence with fake appearance to face the world. In fact, I already lived long enough to meet all kinds of people in this world, mostly his kind. The one who put on a charming smile and confidence whenever people were around. Blame all the romantic novels and stupid childhood fairytale for giving me hopes that somehow I will be given a chance at love.
"Nothing to say?" he continued.
The letter in my hand felt burning as I gripped it hard. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. His eyes would always reminded me of him. Full of love and honesty. But his? I didn't want his eyes haunted me when it was clouded with so much hatred. For me.
But one thing for sure, right at that moment... I knew exactly what I should have done. Leave him.
Guess this time, it will make no difference at all. Just like in our... no, my dream.
"That's it? You're going to leave?"
He suddenly voiced out as I turned around just in time to find him looking at me, smiling? His smile.
"You're not going to stand up for yourself?"
"What do you..."
"A lot of times, I saw people calling you names, ignoring you, talking behind your back and you didn't even do anything about that."
I frowned. "There's no need to do anything about it. They won't stop."
"They won't stop unless you stop them, dream girl."
With those words, he left me alone in the deserted hallway, leaving those two words playing on repeat in my mind.
Dream girl.
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