3 years later.
For the next years of high school went by in the blink of an eye and I am so grateful for it. Not because I was bored or it was a painful experience, rather, I wished it was. Feeling pain only meant that you're alive. If you don't feel anything then you're just a body aimlessly walking to the next destination without any motivation.
It was a numbful experience. My high school experience.
When the days goes by, little by little, my friends become friend and eventually I was alone. And that also applied for my relationship with Rory. Not long after our date, we called it quits. I called it quits. And it was a mistake.
Rory never came to tell me his true feelings. Waiting for days to only turn into months only lead to exhaustion. I thought if I moved on, he could finally realize that he was going to miss out on having me. Guess I was the fool who missed out on the guy who could've been the one.
Of course it wasn't a hasty high school decisions. Rory actually could have been the one. And I regret everything what I have done.
And nothing's going to change the fact that I will never have the chance of being with the guy that I loved so dearly.
Next week was graduation. And my school has an annual tradition where as the seniors would perform anything on stage in front of the whole school. It would be a last memoir of the students who will leave.
Right before the show starts, I saw Rory entering the audiotorium. I made my way to him as today will probably be the first and last time I'll ever talk to him in a while. "Rory!" I called him.
He stopped and looked at me "Hey. It's been a while."
"Yeah it has been huh? So are you going to perform anything today?"
"Nah, you know I can't do anything besides gaming."
Do you know how painful it is? Trying to have a conversation with the guy who you broke things off with? My throat was choked. I couldn't say anything without forcing myself.
"Well, I mean you can waltz.." I say awkwardly.
"I could, but only to impress my parents. So, uh, meet you inside?" he was trying to end the conversation. I can't force it.
"Yeah. Yeah. Definitely. Hey Rory?"
"Hmm?"
Do it. Say you're sorry. Apologize. "Nothing. See you inside." He dismissed himself as I gave him a faint smile, which I'm pretty sure showed the agony within me.
Why didn't you say anything?
Why did you say that?
Why?
With every will in my body, I made sure I entered the audiotorium. And took a seat in the front rows. No where near Rory Eaton.
Hours later, after a Play or two, comedy skits, and what not. The annual senior talent show came to an end. Or so it seems.
"Is there any last entry? This is your last chance seniors. We would all love to see and hear what you have. Don't be shy, we'll be supportive!" the MC said.
Seconds later a student from the Tech club came by and whispered to the ears of the MC. "Well who would've thought... Give it up for Xiomara Rosales!"
