i'm not feeling well since yesterday. i still cannot forget when he told me to move at the backseat. why can't irene sit at the back? why is it me who have to adjust?
again you knocked at my door, asking me to come to school. i didn't answer back, instead, i covered myself with my blanket and cried to death. i heard the door creaked, you entered my room. i guess the maid gave you the key. you sat on my bed, you knew i'm not sleeping. none of us were talking, not until you break the silence.
"seems like you're really sick. i was going to tell you something. remember irene, the girl who joined us yesterday? i'm courting her. so sorry if i have you moved to the backseat, i never thought she would call me to pick her up. i'm very sorry."
after that, you pulled the blanket just right for my face to be seen. i quickly wiped my tears away. you know my ego would be hurt, yeah that's why you're here. you slowly leaned on me and kissed my forehead and then you bid goodbye.
p.s i know you will never love me back but at times like this at 4am where my mind makes up stupid scenarios just to give me a glimpse of hope and fuck me up.
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
