Chap 20. A Second Chance

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Kye POV

i woke up finding myself unbelievably drunk and resting on the sofa

God ,my head hurts like hell. I wanna rip myself apart so much right now. Its such a blur..why do i feel like Yvonne or umm....Clarissa had been here. The lingering smell of Clarissa's sweet peach blossom scent. The room however contained the rosy scent from Yvonne too

"could be the same shampoo the girls use or something. Oh yeah, Clarissa's dead anyway. Left Yv" i sighed sadly

I cleaned the the leftover liqours , spilled alcohol ,and my messy self

"Hmm...whats this?" i ask as i bent down to pick up something

My eyes widened in realisation. Its the golden heart-shaped locket with rose designs on it , the exact same one i gave to Clarissa years ago

She was here. Her soul ? Something like that ?

i opened the locket only to find the same old picture of me when i was 6 on the left. It had faded partially due to the oldness and you couldnt really see who it was anymore and on the right stood the beautiful picture of Clarissa when she was 5 too.

I miss her. And the old times. But now i know that those are old history ,long forgotten , and i should move on with my life

Clarissa , ghost or soul you are now , why did you leave the locket here? What are you trying to tell me ?

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two weeks later . . .

"Oh Cl-YVONNE! Nice to see you" i greeted the blondie in front of me

She didnt response amd continued making her cup of coffee

"Hey , why the cold shoulder ?" i chuckled and stepped forward towards her

Her face showed disgust and she immediately took a step back

"Distance please Mr.Kye" she grolwed lowly and grabbed hee cup of coffee before walking off

What the heck was that?!?! What did i do? Did i piss her off or something

Perhaps its uh...morning tantrum ? It must be! how childish though , morning tantrum at the age of 23

later that day. . .

"Yvonne , get me some coffee please" i called out to her

"Yes Mr.Augusttin." she answered with no emotion in her eyes nor voice. Her whole face was expresionless towards me

I shrugged it off thinking that maybe someone pissed her off

She came in after a few minutes carrying the tray while my cup of coffee sat perfectly on top of it

"Thanks" i mumbled and stretched out my hand to grab my coffee

Since im still very much paying my 120% attention on my papers, my hand accidentally brushed agaisnt hers

She drew her hands back immediately in shock resulting in the tray losing its support and of course , fell onto the floor , luckily my coffee was already in my hand

"Are you okay?" i asked her now with concern

"Better than ever" she squeezed out a 'smile' on her face

Even a dummy can see that it is a fake smile and how much she just forced the smile on her face

"Seriously. Whats the matter " i asked again

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