Romira

Chapter - 25

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Akira

"I'm so excited for today." Beside me, Dev gushes as we walk side by side toward our destination.

"Me too." Smiling, I look at him. He is a tad extra joyful today and I know it's because the date he had yesterday with the same girl he was nervous about last week.

I am happy for him because he deserves to be happy. He is such a good guy, always putting everyone before him and this is the reason I sometimes fear that anyone could take advantage of him. Regardless I like him the way he is.

Reaching our class we both take our seat waiting for professor.

"Now show me your secret painting." He says turning his head, looking expectant. I should have known that it is first thing he would. He has been grilling me for last few days after knowing I'm working on my painting.

"It is not secret painting silly, it just was not ready when you asked then." Ruffling through my bag, I pull out my painting which is to be submitted for competition.

"Here." I hand it to him as I look around the class. Almost every seat is filled, since today is kind of a big day and whole room is filled with commotion as everyone is anticipating our teacher to start this day and get selected by community, though it will take time before announcement.

"No shit!" I turn back to Dev who is gaping at my painting with an open mouth.

"What?" I ask him, confused if he is impressed or not.

He narrows his eyes in accusation, "It is beautiful! I can't even believe that you call it 'a just ordinary painting'?"

"Oh well," I shrug, "I don't see anything special about it other then my mood."

I've painted it rather unconsciously, without even knowing what I was drawing. I believe it is quite good, actually one of my best but it doesn't fill me with joy however it reminds me of immense sadness.

It has total black coloured background with single source of light by corner that is a bright star and in the middle of it is a small girl, looking toward star with undeniable hope in her eyes. I was like this throughout my half life.

I'd started this last week after my first heartbreak. After my first heartache.

A week ago.

One week. It has been one whole week since that regrettable night. One week since I've last seen him. One week of my hardest test to not think about about him. He hasn't made any attempt to see me or at least explain me of his 'no show', I guess he got what he wanted, he has humiliated me to my limit. In fact, he isn't even here, he just ran away.

Romero King.

A coward.

A betrayer.

A backstabber.

Even Syd has no idea where he is. She suspects Slade knows about him but was not telling her when she demanded, so she could give 'a piece of mind' for what he has done to me.

That night when I went home Sydney was there in living room. My face must have shown my grief because she immediately rushed to me, pulling me in her arms. I couldn't take it anymore, I broke down. In her arms I fell apart, crying like no tomorrow. She hadn't asked me any question till I calmed down. She just held me.