I love this guy...
And this was fast.
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Why do humans have feelings?
We could be just walking talking potatoes! But no, we need drama.
Fine, we have feelings. But why do they change?!
I walked all the way to the Kiss Rock. Teared up a bit, I felt guilty. I shouldn't have lost my cool. That was all my fault.
Okay maybe not entirely...
Admit it.
Fine, I feel horrible. Happy?
Not about that! How about the fact that you like Vihaan?
You need to sort out your priorities.
I looked up into the sky. Dad used to take us to parks at night and we would lie down and observe the twinkling of the stars. He said that the stars twinkle for a reason. It can never be bright all the time, nor can it be dark. The beauty of the stars come from the twinkling. Ups and downs, both make you the person you are. The stars hide themselves only to show you that they will be back again.
I messaged Dad... Again. I have called him daily since I ran into Mom. He never seems to pick up or call back. He won't even reply to my messages.
Maybe it was a horrible idea to come here.
It wasn't worth it.
What was my purpose to come here anyways?
Why did I come here?!
" Hey," I turn to see Vihaan coming towards me, " I heard some shouting, so I ran the opposite direction..." He chuckled.
I wiped my tears and I turn to him. He sits on the ground gesturing me to join him. I look up again and then silently take my place.
I lie down and I remember Mom. She once took us to the planetarium. Shrey was so excited, he even took his encyclopaedia there. However, he fell asleep during the show. We laughed so hard as he puffed all the way home.
I sigh at the memory.
After ten minutes, Vihaan offers me something but I refuse.
When I am in a bad mood, I simply say no to everything.
Are you a bad person?
No.
Are you fed up of life?
No.
Was what you said false?
No.
Just no.
But he persisted and I looked at him. His face had a comfortable expression, like he understood. Then I looked at the packet.
Cheese Nachos.
I chortle.
" Works every time." He smirked.
" How many girls have you offered this?"
" One, and that's the only one that matters."
I was grateful that he could not notice my blush.
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