I was standing at the gate with my friends to wait for our ride. I saw him on the other side of the road. Holding his phone on his ear, and he's like waiting for someone. I knew that time who it was but deep inside I wished that it was still me.
I hid at the back of my friends wishing that he didn't saw me. But friends will do everything opposite of what you wanted, they moved on my side and I was exposed. I think he saw me yet he chose to ignore.
I didn't look at him. Embarrassed that he might see how I'm still affected towards him. Until my friends said that he left. They tried to find him and when they did.
They saw him carrying a shoulder bag and a girl beside him. I thought I'm ready. Ready to face him with someone else. It's been a year and 3 months since we last saw each other, since we broke up. Yet I'm still here, stuck and rooted.
I should be happy for him. I shouldn't be feeling this. Jealousy. Anger. Full of regrets. I should be that girl walking beside him. I should be that girl making him smile and laugh. I should be that girl he's waiting for. I should be that girl. I should be. But it's all over for me. It's all over for us. We were never meant to be together from the very start, anyway.
With a broken heart, I went home. Locked myself in my room and cry my heart out all night. Wishing it will be all over. #ShortStory