It'd been a long time since I last updated this story. I got bored continuing this one but thanks to my high school reader, she gave me a reason to continue this. Hahaha. Enjoy ^______^
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Chapter 17
The whole night, I was just thinking all about Clark. Well, I’ve been actually trying to think about Clark only and nothing more. But the fire incident kept on boggling and popping on my mind. And every time I thought about it, I could feel my heart being crumpled like a thin paper—it hurts a lot! That’s why I tried my best not to think about it and engage my mind to Clark instead.
It was actually a little bit effective, but I still ended up crying out loud in my room. I just couldn’t let go. I couldn’t move on. I couldn’t forget. Mostly, I couldn’t forgive myself for what I did. No matter how hard I convinced myself that no one wanted that incident to happen, and that no one should be blamed of, I still ended up blaming myself all over again!
How am I going to move on from my past?
I dried my tears immediately when I heard the bell rang. I composed myself and put some powder on my face before I went out of the comfort room. I went straight to my classroom and sat silently on my chair.
The teacher was already inside before Sylvia could ask me something about my eyes. The teacher discussed about the different kind of terms; it’s actually one of our topics in logic. I just listened to the teacher while thinking about my family. Scratch that, I know it’s impossible to listen while thinking about something else. I was just actually thinking about my family.
The whole period ended and I hurriedly went out of the classroom. I wanted to avoid my friends because I didn’t want them to question me about my red swelling eyes.
I’m not the kind of person who likes to share about her life. I don’t want to be transparent and predictable, that’s what I always avoid of. Though they’ve been my friends for a long time, I never shared to them everything about me especially my real emotions. That’s why it’s been my problem when my family was kil—died, rather. I didn’t know what to say whenever they ask me about my state. I couldn’t tell them what I really felt. I didn’t know how to cry and how to start the whole story about the incident. It’s just so difficult for me that I rather write on a piece of paper than talk about it with my mouth.
I was already heading to the main gate of the campus when someone held my wrist that made me turned to that person.
“Jack?” I said with confusion when I faced him.
“Mandy. Hello.” He said with a smile—the usual Jack. I smiled of the thought.
“What do you want?” I said with a smile then he let go of my wrist.
He thought for a while first before he spoke up, “I wanna ask you if I could have d-dinner with you after your work.” He said shyly.
He’s cute when he’s shy. I chuckled when I saw his face slowly turning into tomatoes.
“Are you okay?” I asked while chuckling.
“I-I am.” he answered while rubbing his nape.
“Well, of course you can. Let’s have dinner after my work.” I answered cheerfully.
“So, I’ll pick you up at your apartment later.” He said with enthusiasm.
I just nodded.
“Thanks.” He said then bade goodbye at me.
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