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Lie To Me - Trent Alexander-Arnold

You look happy, you look so happy…

Damn! I curse myself inside to see that beautiful smile formed on those red lips and I really can’t stop looking at her way.

I keep staring at her, hoping that somehow my stare could send some signal to make her stare back to me, and it works couple moments later. She glance at my way, our eyes meet each other but she looked away seconds later, focusing to the man who is standing by her side, holding her hand since I first noticed them.

Those strange gazing from her eyes make my heart’s aching. How could she look at me like that? Like I was nobody, like I was a stranger and we’re never met before?

Are you happy now? I bet you are.

Are you completely forgetting me now? I bet you are.

Did I ever in your mind anyway?

Did you ever, even just a slightest, love me?

Those questions was fulfilling my brain which also make me comes to a conclusion, one single conclusion that I even didn’t dare to say it out loud, even in my mind.

Are you fucking stupid, Trent? She never had a feeling for you, she never loved you! You’re freaking idiot! I cursed to myself again.

But still, deep in my heart, I was hoping one day she’ll come to me and say that she ever had that feeling for me, even though it’s only last for couple moments, even though it’s probably a complete lie come from those red lips. You’re really a hopeless romantic, Trent. That’s pathetic.

“Trent, babe, what are you doing here? The wedding reception is almost begun.” Melanie, my girlfriend is approaching me, making me get my feet back on the ground. She looks so beautiful with her lilac dress which make me feel a slight guilty for thinking anyone else other than her.

The other woman who never love me, the other woman who’s probably already happy with the man she loved the most. The other woman who’s probably never thought about me anymore since the last time we met.

I looked at her one last time and was noticing that she never looked twice to my direction again, like I didn’t deserve to be gazed by her. I showed my best smile to Melanie before following her steps inside to our table.

I know it too well that I supposed to have a choice to not coming to the wedding where I could one hundred percent sure to see her presence. But Harry and Natalia, both are my best friend. It will be terrible if I didn’t attend the happiest day of their lives because some sort of childish feeling I had.

Because maybe until now, I still can’t get over Wanda Wilson from my mind.

Yeah, Wanda Wilson, one of Harry’s cousin that currently has disturbing my mind.

Our story is last not very longer, even quicker than I ever expected it would be. I don’t even dare to say that my story and her were a love story, cause I’m not really sure that our feeling were mutual that time. It’s more of a one way love from me to her.

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That moment, summer fling in New York City a year ago. Harry and Natalia asked me to go with them to New York. For the first time, I felt that the idea was brilliant until we’re arrived at New York. Going on a vacation with a couple when you didn’t have one that time is a terrible mistake!

I felt like a third wheel between them, I was tagged along anywhere they were went cause this is really the first time I was in New York.

In that desperate time, Wanda Wilson showed up, the nice and beautiful cousin of Harry who agreed to be our private guide in New York. She was studying art in here, and I was so grateful to her presence because I didn’t need to tag along Harry and Natalia like a pathetic little loser.