CHAPTER 13
Sometimes I don't understand you. It's like, you always have a plan of your own that doesn't makes sense for anyone else.
"what about us?"
"Let's not talk to each other anymore. Not even writing those messages. I'm sorry but I think this is for the best. For you."
You clearly said you wanted more friends, and when I finally decided to try to approach you, you pushed me away.
At first I still tried to leave messages on the board but after another week, I gave up and did as what you told me. We ignored each other as if nothing happened. Well, I guess we weren't friends in the first place.
A week or two passed, and I never visited that music room anymore. Not until Emily told me something about you.
"You never practice anymore, why? Did you finish learning the choreography?" Emily asked.
"Nah, I decided to practice at home instead," Eugene shrugged.
"Yeah and now my friend is using that room often. He even skipped class sometimes just to go to that room," A voice beside me said. "That room must have a lot of connections to it huh?"
I immediately knew it was you.
"For practice?" I asked.
"Sometimes, but most of the time, he just sits there to kill time or something. His friend said he's been feeling down lately."
Deep down inside, I didn't know why but I was hoping that the reason you went there was to wait for my message, or, maybe, my reply if you actually did try writing me a message.
