“Hey Marc, I’ve made you some breakfast… How about you—“
“I don’t have time, I have a meeting.”
“Well, I could pack you some—“
“No thanks.”
“Oh… okay” I swallowed the big lump in my throat and plastered a tight smile at him.
“I have free time this 10:30am, our teacher emailed us that she’ll be absent, how about—“
“Jasmine, I got to go. Bye”
“But Marc—“He didn’t even let me finish my sentence.
I heard the door closed shut and I shut my eyes closed too. I bit my lips as I swallowed slowly the pain back. It was like swallowing a huge deformed rock into your throat. It has been 2 months since I’ve been doing this. I sighed. I went down and hailed a taxi. I always don’t bring my car hoping Marc would give me a ride like he used to before… but it still hadn’t happened. I’m still waiting… When I entered the taxi, I plastered him a smile and he smiled nicely at me, I told him my campus address. While in the taxi, I kept texting Marc but he never replies back. I mean he does, but like after 4-5 hours, it makes me worry a lot that he will not call or text me back. It makes me think maybe he’ll be in an accident or something… but I know he’s busy with his business meetings.
You know it’s not business meeting Jasmine… he’s busy with—
I quickly shattered that… idea. I looked through the mirror and I can already see my school. I smiled. I can’t wait to be a world renowned fashion designer, celebrities, elites would wear my clothes with such pride. I can already see myself walking down the runway after the all the models walk again with hands clapping, audience smiling at me, Marc would be there—front row of course, he would be smiling proudly at me. I closed my eyes as I day dreamed. I sighed in content.
The car stopped and I realized I’ve finally arrived. I plastered a bright smile to everyone who greeted but deep inside, I was crumbling.
It was already 10:30am and I don’t have classes anymore until 1pm. I kept on texting and calling Marc, as always, he doesn’t reply. I was in the library reading my fashion books… My stomach grumbled and I looked at my watch and it was already 12:30pm.
Gosh… I didn’t even realized that
I checked my phone and saw 1 message, I quickly opened it. I saw Marc’s name and it brought a smile to my face. Earlier, I texted him if he could have lunch with me…
‘No.’ – it read.
I pursed my lips. It was always like this, he would reply just a word and that was it. No ‘how are you?’ or ‘I’m sorry I can’t. Maybe next time?’ it was always no or I can’t. I sighed. I replied
‘Oh okay! Maybe next time we could spend lunch together. Take care and love you Marc! X’
The warning bell rung and I gathered my things. I ran towards the canteen and just bought a biscuit and water. This was my lunch.
It was already 6:00pm and I just ended my classes. I texted Marc that I was going to his suite to prepare him dinner. I hailed a cab and went on. When I arrived his suite, I was discreet at first cause’ I thought Maria would be here.
“Jasmine” A familiar stern deep voice called. I gasped and spun around quickly. I clutched my beating heart.
“You scared me Marc” I panted with a laugh. He looked very handsome today, he always was. He was wearing a black Armani suit. I took a deep breath.
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Chasing Him
Ficción General"I can't do it anymore Mia... I just.... can't... it hurts too much..." My voice cracked. The painful heart break was like choking my neck and I tried to swallowed it but it was too hard... "F-for t-three enduring months M-Mia.... I tried.... I real...
