The things i don't want to remember

chapter 6

I waited for an hour. Call me delusional but I was actually waiting for Thomas to fulfill what he just said to me. I checked my watch. 7.30pm. Great, just great. Even if he had diarrhoea he wouldn't have taken this long. Wait, he looked okay just now. Instead of walking to the toilet to look for him, i walked out of the cafeteria, towards the hall.

And, as i had earlier on suspected, Thomas was here. Right outside the entrance. He was snogging someone up. A hot girl. Don't think i've seen her around anywhere. I sighed heavily, like what the hell was his motive? Then it hit me.

The lady with the red dress. The lipstick I wore for her so carefully was ruined. Just like my heart, my head. Torn apart into pieces, leaving me breathless, emotionless and tortured. Unable to fathom what was happening infront of me, i simply walked into the hall, grabbing the microphone on stage and lucky for me, the band on stage was one of the best in the school, my best mates. We rocked out the whole night and I didn't even bother about the whereabouts of Thomas and Solange.

Today, looking at Thomas, I should've realised. Our relationship itself stared treacherous. I was willing to hold on even when we were on the rocks, on the brink of breaking up. I walked a mile to help him at night, and he did the same for me. That was what i dont understand. He said he love me, but he is torturing me. I felt like dying.