Remember Me, Mi Amore

27

My head was sprung down and I bit my cheeks hardly.

I was still, clearly, ashamed of what happened just a few minutes back. I was still, also, did not forget about the thing that Forsythe did. My mind is, very, occupied at the moment. Oh, the things I can do just to not have this stressing thing on my mind right now.

I breathed a sigh, still my head hanging low. I walked towards the outside as I held the straps of my bag very tightly as I tried to watched my steps with my peripheral vision.

I wish I can go back to the time where that thing didn't happen. I wish I go can back to the time where all my attention went to him and tell myself what unfortunate things will happen to me if I kept doing that. Oh, the things I wished that I know will not come true because you can't turn back time and you can't go back in time.

I felt someone clinging to my shoulder with his arm. I know who that was because I know very well what he smells like. A smell that I was fond of and can't be addicted to it sometimes. But right now though, I'm not fond of it. Whenever his smell catches my nose, at the moment, I couldn't smell anything but the betrayal that I felt when that scene played in my head. Like an hour-long movie but it contains nothing but the despair and sadness of the protagonist.

While I was looking down but stopped walking—Forsythe too—I felt his lips touching the side of my forehead. My forehead scrunched because of his sudden act. What was he doing? Why did he do that? Is that his way of telling sorry?

"Okay ka lang ba?" His low voice entered my ears as he grabbed some of the locks of my hair that was blocking it and put that in the back of my ears.

My head that was sprung low, sprung up and my eyes that were on the floor, made their way onto his. My look becomes stares as I didn't speak. I just stared at his face. He was confused, I can tell it by his forehead conjoining into one brow. He was very confused because his eyes felt like staring into the depths of my mind and examining it very closely.

Questions circled. Why is he looking at me like that? Why is he confuse? Is he not aware of the actions that he did? Maybe he is aware but does not know that it will hurt me. Why? Who is talking to at that time? Who the fuck is that? I think I want to know her. Why is she talking to that person? Why are they both talking?

"Okay ka lang ba, Anne?" He asked again. But this time, in his normal voice. He can't whisper to me because I was away from him. We had a distance this time. Unlike a few minutes back.

I moved my eyes away from him. "Pwede bang kumain na tayo? Sobrang gutom na ako kanina pa," I said to him because he won't leave me alone with his repeating question. Also, I was hungry too. Very.

The thing with my teacher, kahit maikli lang, drained me. It drained my batteries down to a low battery very quickly just because of a simple yell. Actually though... it was not just a simple yell. It was an embarrassing one because that was heard across the room and my classmates were quiet which made me overthink more things. Hay.

When we got into his car, there was nothing but silence. I think... I don't have the grasp of reality right now because my mind was preoccupied with the things that had happened to me this day and how the unluckiness of everyone had been giving to me unexpectedly.

I was happy you know. I was fine you know. I felt nothing but the stomachs on my butterflies when I stared at the man outside you know. I was okay with me just staring at him. I was inspired to do better because of him staring at me like I'm the most precious thing on the earth. He was staring at me like I was the diamond that is something worthy and should be kept at all times.