𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

64°

Sorry for going MIA, I wasn't really myself these past few days, but it's all good. This chapter is dedicated to Teefabulous for also threatning to visit me in my dreams if I didn't update😂💔

Above in the media is tumiiniinu
She killed me with that comment and had me rushing here to update😂💔

I don't know how to express the joy you guys give me tbh. We hit 70k reads on the night  of the 24th of October. The next morning of 25th, I literally woke up to 71k reads and I was still screaming over the fact that I got 1k reads over night..and then before the 25th of October was over, we hit 72k!!! That's literally 2k reads in one day, that's what you guys gave me. I love you guys!! I know I say it too much but I really love you guys, you don't understand!!!😩😩❤️❤️

Secondly, Thankyou guys for reporting that book. Really. And Thankyou for the warming messages. It felt a whole lot better knowing I wasn't all alone and you guys were right behind me. That was literally everything.

It came to my realization that the girl may not even be away to school after all. I noticed she took down the similarities with my book and I am not okay with that still. Why? Because that was what she did last time and after I had announced to you guys that everything was okay, she put everything back up all over again..so I am not going to trust this girl a second time because I know this cycle will keep repeating itself. I am not ready for that extra mental stress. However, please, let's halt the messages on her board, so we don't appear to be cyber bullying🙏
But, keep reporting please🙏

Let's get into the book now okay....🥃🥃🥃🥃

~GIWA~

"Let's go and help you get treated."

I was up on my feet now, still holding on to his hands. His hands were warm..yet, gave me a painful feeling of nostalgia.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me, observing me carefully this time.

"What?" escaped my lips.

"Standing.." He narrowed his eyes at me, like he was trying to scrutinize my entire demeanor. "Does it hurt to stand?"

That's when I remembered my knee injury.

"The cut itself hurts..but I think I can walk properly." I answered truthfully, immediately regretting it and hoping he doesn't leave me alone, concluding I didn't need help.

Would he leave me now?

However, he didn't say anything more. He only took my hand and made me walk with him thereon.

I couldn't help but feel strange as we walked. A part of me was happy that he was here with me.. another part was slashing and battering me with guilt, telling me that I shouldn't be letting him help me after what I did to him.

..but I didn't stop him....

Needless to say, I kept on walking to him, both of us heading to the end of the hallway and he, face as dead as ever as he kept avoiding all the looks, stares, and side comments as though they all were ghosts.