Part 5

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By the time of January, I could feel my time was running out. Only it was obliterated in April. They became a thing. A couple, at most the idle one. He didn't even bother telling me. Why should he? What am I to him that he had to inform me? I was nothing to him. A mere entertaining act. I sat in denial for the first week. The day I heard about we didn't speak. Nor did we the next day or the day after next. It wasn't right something was off. I was speechless. Even if I did have a chance to speak to him what would I say? How could I even explain my confusing feelings to him? Four more days pass, not a word. Complete silence. It was like a break until one of us decided to say something. Those two weeks of not speaking I changed. The darkness was back. the tears and cry are coming from my room returned. Not to mention the isolation was even worse. Only this time many people noticed. That smile was wiped from my face, I would walk in with heavy dark bags under my eyes. Not an inch of color on me. Everything I wore was dark. I was sure I'm destined to forever be in the dark. To not be noticed. He was different too. He was very quiet as well. Only a few times we exchanged looks. I would describe it as my happiness being stripped from me. That smile and feelings died inside me. It had to happen through the day we finally addressed what happened. Only that day was before the summer break. The last day we had to say something anything at all. In the end, he said.....................................

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