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☢ CH 04 ☢

VOLLEYBALL 04 | ENCHANTED

_THURSDAY_

ANOTHER DAY OF MOURNING it took when you sat on top of the roof's railing, dangling your legs as your eyes observe the horde of students enter the school premise. Devastation stirred deeply inside your chest at the yesterday event.

"...please don't come and greet me tomorrow."

After seeing the orange-haired at his practice, you were beyond startled when he shut his self away from you. He didn't dare to look at your eyes as he spoke, only staring at his friends who was silently cheering for him to continue.

"...you love me don't you? Won't you do things that makes me happy?"

So he decided to take out a card that was strong against you, silently cheering himself too when you stayed quiet and stare blankly at his twitching body then to his friends. Is this what you really want?

Of course, you'd be blind to not realize that he had no feelings for you whatsoever and he wouldn't return it any time soon. A simple yes it takes for the boy to lighten and for the first time smiled genuinely at you.

"...really? You don't know how this-"

You left through mid-way, laughing and waving at the boy as you excused yourself, feeling the urge to break from the way he was happy on shredding you away from his life as easily as that. Like a burnt garbage.

Bringing yourself back to the present, a smile graced your lips as you saw a tiny dot of orange walking towards the school, slowing down his pace when he neared the gate - only to realize you weren't there as he said it to be.

Own happiness, huh? Is that what he truly wanted to officially accept your love? Does this truly meant he officially accept your passion and desire for him? To do things that make him happy?

Of course, that's what every human being wants right? Right? Your eyes grew in size when a girl hopped in front of him, waving frantically as your crush acknowledged her existence - his face brightening in blithesome and...affection. Those were the expression you gave him when you greeted him every morning and evening.

Yet there was no genuine return for your open feelings. Now to see that he did it for someone, sends your heart to silently throb in agony. Was it rejection? Was it because you see the reason why he didn't want you to be the first person to greet him in school?

Happiness. A tear slid down your redden cheeks and a broken laugh erupted from your throat. Puppy love. From the beginning, it was obviously puppy love. How fucking stupid to even bother spend a penny on someone who didn't considered your efforts - ah, too bad. You fell deeply in love with the boy.

He made you complete and youthful even if he didn't return it back.

"Don't!" Someone instantly shot up, startling you to your toes and you didn't have time to react when arms encircled your waist, hoisting you off the edge and to the ground, pressed against another person's chest.

The fuck. Your mind geared through the process of the occurring event and rolled away from the intruder, your glasses had fallen off without you knowing; only sending questioning looks at a male-supposedly your senior as he wore lightly different from your friends and plastered a concerning expression.

"What were you thinking?" He fretted, propping an elbow on the concrete floor, "I know studies can be struggling, whether you tither between life and death at all of your problems, family, friends, relationship, work, financial, schooling but despite all the problem that you're facing - what you just did is unacceptable and won't bring you a solution. I might not be sure about this but in the afterlife, I don't think it'd be the same. Nothing will, regret - guilt - sorrow - grief awaits you there so please don't. Don't do this."