Two weeks after, at 10:20 of a Tuesday morning. The elevator opened to a girl with beautiful curls. But her eyes are puffy and red and about to shed tears again. I stared at her when she strod her way down the isle and to your office.
She went inside. We saw it through the glass. And then she broke down and cried in your arms.
She's crying, muffled by the glasses and walls.
I stared at her but suddenly felt insecure and angry! I'm so pathetic but... How dare she come running back to you after all she's done?! Argh! And how was it that she's still beautiful when she's crying?! How unfair the world could be? Ach!
I remember myself weeks ago, cried in front of the mirror and looked like a tornado hit me. I was also vulnerable like that and brokenhearted too.
But the scene with that girl in your arms broke me again.
Gossips circled that her recent boyfriend broke up with her. But what you did? You welcomed her with your arms wide open and comforted her like you never broke up.
Ha! Why?
The scene hurts like hell so I averted my eyes and stared blankly back to what I'm working.
It sure damn hurts. I'm so pathetic!
“Why did I fell for you?”
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