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CHEN MEI XING
"what am i gonna tell my mom?" i panic, looking down at everybody.
"can i tell you a story? to calm you down?" he fidgets around in his seat. i nod, inhaling and exhaling.
"okay. there was this girl and a boy. they were both six years old when they met. they met on a playground and they fought over who could get on the swings first," he looks up at the moon. he didn't dare look at me in the eye.
"the girl pushed him to the ground and ran to the swings, leaving him there." he chuckles to himself.
i listened contently, "this girl seems really mean." i mumble underneath my breath.
"yeah, but that's just how she is." justin explained.
"anyways, this is just the beginning of a friendship. they ran into each other again at school and got closer. the boy's feelings grew for the girl as he got older. the girl was oblivious to it. and their parents didn't really like each other." he sighs.
"then, she got into an accident. the boy was involved in the accident but he didn't get hurt. the girl pushed him out of the way quick enough to get him out of the way." he continues, his eyes glossing with tears.
"he couldn't say goodbye to her when she woke up. that's when he was already leaving for america," his voice quivering slightly.
"she wouldn't have remembered him, anyways." he blinked his tears away, wiping them off.
"what do you mean 'she wouldn't have remembered him'?" i ask.
"her memories— she has amnesia." he buried his face in the palm of his hands.
"i'm guessing that you're the boy and the girl is you're best friend." i smiled at him sympathetically.
"what's her name? i might know her."
"no, you wouldn't know her." he mumbled something else but i couldn't hear it.
"hmm? what'd you say?" i brush my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. he shakes his head, smiling.
"you've calmed down now. i hope my story helped, sorry if i got emotional." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"why don't you talk to her? wouldn't her parents have told her everything?"
"like i said, her parents, mostly her mom, didn't like me." he swept his hair up with his fingers.
