10 - Right

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Honey, you've made me so fulla' love,
For I used to be sad, before you arrived;
Now I'm all appeased and cheerful,
Wishing we'll be the same, I'm mesmerized.

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STEVEN

The opinion that Emma had a boyfriend was still indigestible to me. The way she always appeared lost, the way she would keep looking fixedly at flowers and birds and nature, and the way her pearl blue eyes had an ocean of sorrow, trying to remain unravelled, everything about her never even made me think that she could've had a boyfriend. But there existed another part of me that argued, "why won't she?"

In a strive of trying to discard those thoughts from my mind, I began to take long steps to my apartment. Unlike most of the people in this institute, I didn't dwell in the hostel, for I was vegetarian and not comfortable with the mess food, plus, my dad had a business in the real estate which didn't seem to prosper much, because dad had been in a loss and debts since years now, but he had an apartment here in Austin which he allowed me to lodge in, till it would get sold out. Moreover, my dad had to save the fees of the hostel, we weren't in a position to afford it. In fact, I was already on an education loan.

I lived in that solitary apartment and I had learnt to prepare a few dishes, but I was so, so lethargic that I'd make provision for one thing for the whole week, which made me fatigued. I couldn't anymore eat it, but I also didn't possess enough money as to eat outside everyday, so I started trying out the mess. Eating while sitting beside meat and chicken had always been unimaginable for me, back there in Boston I'd always tried my best to avoid the places that served non-vegetarian food, which meant I had very rare places to eat out, which happened like once in a blue moon.

Two days of college passed in lassitude, and I used to walk back home, for it was close to my college, thankfully. I had come across Emma going by a car, presumably an expensive one, making me think she had all the privileges that I never could.

"Even then she has to be sad, ugh!" I mocked at her out of a pinch of envy.

I made up my mind into perceiving that Emma was no different than others. She was just someone who was sad without reasons, and hadn't ever faced any real problems. What a bitch, if she were to live a life like mine, she would've known what sadness is!

Weekend arrived with prostration, and I went over to the hostel to play some multiplayer online games with the guys, and returned late at night, after having dinner in the college itself, which I didn't even like, so I kept losing weight.

Monday again.

I'd woken up too late to make myself a breakfast, so I ended up having but a coffee from the mess, and till then people had drawn the inference that I'd been a hostelite as well, because of the frequency that I visited the hostel and the mess.

Soon the lunch break happened, and I didn't feel like going to the mess, nor did I have anything to eat. I went to the canteen, and sat there in a lonely corner, gazing at the expensive menu.

I missed home, the one I had in Boston.

Reminiscing about how my mom would cook my favourite meals, and make me eat more than I wished, my eyes landed on a blonde girl.

Emma.

I saw she was sitting alone, and as I wished to move my gaze, her eyes met mine. She waved a hand, gesturing that she wanted me to come to her, and I went.

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