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KISS GOODBYE.

Kiss Goodbye. (A Hommels fanfic Part 2)

Benedikt's POV.

When I learned that Mats will get married sooner, I am lost in translation of my own thoughts about it.Somehow I felt happy for both of them. But there is a side that I want them not to get married. Yes, I admit it. I still love him. The statuesque male figure that I have been yearning for. And I even hated myself for pushing him out of my apartment.

Since then, everything has changed.It's been a year but he has been making up my mind. I deeply miss him. And it is very unfathomable in any amounts this world can offer.

"Benni, it's been a year since you two broke up. But still, you're acting so strange." Julian tapped my back as he sat beside me.

"I don't know. I don't wanna think it's still about him. But yeah, I missed him so badly."

"I bet you still do. You're still keeping his polaroid pictures." He really knows me. And I snickered because of that.

"Am I right?" He suspected lylooked at me.

"First thing to do to forget himis to trash all of the things that reminds you of him." He toldme.

He cut some stems of flowers and made a bouquet.

"I am still reminiscing my memoirs with him. I just can't take those polaroid pictures of us away from my sight." I defended my feelings over what is in my mind.

"Dahling, don't be too harsh to yourself. How you can be so sure that he will go back to you?"

"Because he loves me too."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch! He's not gonna go back and save you from your miserable embellishments right now." He voiced out and continued doing bouquets of flowers. He added, "Listen to yourself sometimes. You look so hurt. Don't you know that? As a friend, I'm hurting too."

I began to cry as he told me that. I am all flawed right now. I can't find the words to describe everything I feel at this moment.

"Maybe you're right, Jules."I mumbled.

"Don't mumble, dahling. I know I'm so right!" He almost squealed. I don't get this guy sometimes.

Then somebody entered into the shop.They are two older guys and... holding hands. One of them approached me and asked, "How much is this tulip?"

"150 Euros for a bouquet."

"I only need three stems. How much would that be?"

"Only 35 Euros, sir."

"I'd get it, please."