If We're A Fairytale (Completed)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-two

I spent the night tossing around, unable to fall asleep. That moment when he kissed me kept on replaying in my head like a tape recorder. It was almost magical, well, at least for me. However, just how much I wanted to think that thing happened because he liked me, a larger part and more rational part of my brain kept on thinking that it was just a spur of the moment. Like me, maybe the warm feeling of having a family night touched his heart and made the same illusionary hope that I felt. Yes, I would address it as an illusionary hope. Nothing as perfect as that would happen to me.

I was arranging the files of the previous clients of the firm on my record cabinet when Genie entered my cubicle.

"Ugghhh! He is so frustrating!" Genie grunted as she sat on my seat. I stopped arranging the files at the filing cabinet at the left corner of my cubicle and turned to look at her.

"Who?" I asked.

"That douche bag that I call my boyfriend!" She spat angrily and I trudged my way beside her and leaned my weight at my desk.

"Tell." I prompted and she crossed her legs as she rolled her eyes annoyed.

"He wants to break up with me!" She hissed and her angry look was replaced with a pained expression that unexpectedly tugged a string in my heart. Her usual cheerful radiance was being clouded with unshed tears and insecurities.

So much unlike her...

"Then break up with him." I stated simply and she gave me a pointed look.

"It's not that easy. I love him." She said softly and her eyes became misty. Oh, I know perfectly well how hard it is to forget, I mocked myself.

"Why did he want to break up?" I asked as her hazel eyes avoided mine and started scanning through the telephone directory lying on her lap.

"I'm not good enough." She stated gloomily and it shocked me to witness Genie Kent, junior interior designer, behaving like this.

"What is not good enough with you?" I asked surprised and she gave me a half-hearted smiled.

"I know it is because you are my friend that you are sort of obligated to tell me I'm perfect." She stated matter-of-factly. I sighed, seeing her having a rather low self-esteem is somewhat creepy, it's like having a zombie knocking on your window.

I opened the first built-in drawer of my desk, lifted up few brown short folders and took out my circular hand mirror. She studied me questioningly and I handed her the mirror.

"What am I going to do with this?" She asked perplexed, lifting the hand mirror in her face.

"Tell me what you see when you look at that." I said sternly as I folded my arms on my chest.

I hope this works.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" She snorted and I prompted her with a nod. She sighed begrudgingly and looked at herself in the mirror then after a while cocked her eyebrow at me.

"Go on." I said and she shook her head in annoyance mumbling profanities under her breathe.

"Seriously? I'm being serious here and all-" I interrupted her by raising my right hand and flicked my thumb and forefinger together in front of her face.

"You want me to tell you what I can see?" I asked and she just stared at me as if I am some kind of an exotic animal doing belly dance in front of her.

"First, I can see a petite, fair skinned girl gawking ridiculously at me." She snorted and I continued.

"Her eyes are-"