Hey, Mr. Engineer

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09.26.20
11:53 AM

Hey Mr. Engineer,

You were still courting her that time. She was our classmate, Claire. She was taking literary arts as me. She is also our friend.

You would ask me her favourites because she was always sticking into me.

It was the month of August, when we had our biggest quarel.

We were tasked to make a story, 50,000 words, in our class.

She asked me, "What's your plot?"

I told her my plot. It's about a girl writer whose inlove with her engineer bestfriend. The girl writer confessed but in exchange received a heartbreaking news that her bestfriend was loving someone else.

"That's so good!" She exclaimed. She told me that if I would let it be checked, our professor would surely praise my work.

Until the deadline came, she passed earlier than expected. I thought she was always like that, because she is Claire, the early bird. Maybe those were one of the times, that, she'll pass really early.

And when I passed mine, the professor eyed me, her face showing how disappointed she is with my work.

What did I do wrong?

"I don't appreciate plagiarism in my class, you copied Ms. Divina's work right?"

I was flabbergasted.

I tried to explain, that was my work!But the professor didn't listen.

She failed me on my project and got me an exam to be answered.

I went to the back of the school where we often meet, as expected Claire was there, telling you how much she worked hard for her to ace the project.

You were listening to her, very proud of her work.

I confronted her, telling her how could she.

But, what you said hurt me more than what my professor told me, it was your words that dug a deep hole in my heart filling it with salt.

"I thought you're already high enough?I didn't expect you to be this low! Can atleast be happy for Claire?Don't be to competitive!That is her idea, not yours!"

You liked so much that you failed to see her mistakes. I guess, if you're inlove with someone, he or she is the only person you'll see right, and fails to see some of his or her mistakes.

It's not just my grade was low that day, my whole word fell to how deep the Universe can get.

In Misery,

Ms. Author