The Night I Met You

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jacob

“Alright. I’ll see you tonight.”

I leaned on my car and let out a long sigh. I stared at my phone blankly as it did it automatic set-up. The red button turned gray. The screen changed back to its home, showing the photo of my guitar in black and white, with no icon for any application. The light dimmed and soon died off indicating that it has been locked automatically. I let out another sigh before I put the phone back in my pocket.

My head limped forward, as if it was hanging with no support but the skin and nerves connecting it to my body. This certainly would not be a good day and it was only morning. I was not in a good mood when I woke up which was unusual. I have been a morning person for as long as I can remember. Mornings are my best time of the day. And being irritable since waking up had never happened before. Was this what it meant by waking up in the wrong side of the bed? That must be it.

I woke up with an odd sensation within me. I feel annoyed, grumpy, gloomy, out-of-it… It was a feeling so strange that I don’t even know what word to describe it. It was worse than the feeling of forgetting something you can’t remember, but you were certain that there was something you have forgotten…confusing eh? Yeah, I have been like that since I opened my eyes from a short slumber. I have been on a daze for several times and sighed a lot as well. My sister even told me that I was going crazy.

I don’t understand it either. I’ve never been like this in the morning. It was my best time of the day. It had always been my time. Why this was happening, I had completely not the tiniest bit of idea. Come to think of it, I was feeling like shit since last night. I slept with unease in my mind. I was too bothered that I just want to shut down my fucking brain and sleep. That I did.

What has occupied my mind was her. Again. She had been on my mind since I met her that night in the park. I might not be thinking of her all the time but she was always there. I know, because sometimes I find myself suddenly blurting out questions about her. No one, not even I, could answer them though. She was like a virus that infiltrated my mind ever since, never wanting to leave. She was just there but always hiding her presence. She infected me with an unknown disease and the cure is yet to be discovered.

I felt restless after she left and never came back the previous night. She left to answer a stupid phone call and left me there with no other word. I waited for her like an idiot, expecting she would return. But she never did. I didn’t even know what became of her after that. It was happening a lot. She probably liked to worry me, eh?

Despite how bad of a state I was in, I still arrived at her apartment’s building at six in the morning. It was already eight but I was still standing outside and waiting. I’ve been hesitating for the past two hours whether I should just knock on her apartment’s door or wait until she saw me from her room’s window. I did the latter. Dumb move, I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but that’s what I really did. Somehow, I don’t really feel like being here. It actually felt like I dragged myself just to get here. Even so I still came here early. Blame it on my fucked up body clock.

All this time I was only staring at her supposedly bedroom window while letting seconds turn into minutes, and eventually hours. I might look like a stalker to others but at the moment, I don’t give a shit about their piece of mind. It was unlike the first time I came to visit her. There was no excitement of any sort. I might have even cancelled on her if only I had any way to contact her. Fortunately, or not, I don’t. So I was here.

She was the one who invited me out last night but I don’t even know if she was serious about it. She was pretty drunk when she mentioned it. Deep inside, I was probably hesitating to see her. Usually I was excited to see her. I will be all antsy and smiling to myself just by the thought of her being in front of me. This time, however, I wasn’t. I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me. I might really be going crazy.

I might have been deep in thought because when I averted my gaze from her supposedly bedroom window, there was someone standing in front of me. It was her – the girl I was hesitating to see. She was in her grey sweat pants and jacket. She looked like she just woke up but managed to fix herself a bit. Her lips were curbed as if she was trying to suppress a smile. She was just standing there and watching me for only God knows how long.

“Hey.” I greeted her and unconsciously smiled at her.

She stared at me for a moment that felt like hours, eyes widening the slightest bit. Was there something wrong with me? Maybe, otherwise she wouldn’t have had that reaction. A comforting kind of silence fell upon us. I did nothing but study her appearance. Her face void of any make up looked more innocent and younger. Her lashes were still long. Her eyes were still round and big, but they were not the same pair filled with loneliness that I’ve been used to seeing. I saw my small reflection in them through the lens of her glasses. The sight of her gives me a kind of light and gentle feeling. I did not even realize that I was holding my breath as I look at her. I noticed her smile spread across her face as she returned my greeting. “Morning.”

Her sweet and gentle voice rang inside my head. One word. That was all she needed to break the confusion building inside of me. Just one word from her and my hesitation of seeing her disappeared instantly. It felt like her smile took away all the uneasiness within me. Almost. Again, she seemed like an angel reaching out to me.

I have only known her for a few days, and she still has the same effect on me. If it was about her, I wasn’t myself. If I was around her, I don’t understand my actions. It was like I become someone else while with her. It was like she’s making me dance in her palm and she doesn’t even realize it. Just why was that so?

“You’re early.” She said chirpily. She sounded happy unlike the previous days I was with her. The broken tone that I used to hear from her was not there either.

“It’s because I’m a morning person.” I responded simply.

“Oh, right. Why didn’t you go straight to my unit then?” She asked, cocking her head to the side in that cute manner of hers.

“I don’t know. Enjoying the morning breeze, perhaps.” I answered, putting my hands in my jeans pocket.

“Are you okay?” She asked again, looking a little worried. Her eyebrows furrowed a little bit. Even her worried expression looked cute to me. God, I need to snap out of it.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I simply answered. I am not sure if I actually am. Nor do I know what’s wrong with me.

“Well, even if you say that…Let’s go to my apartment first.” She looked hesitant for a brief moment, like she wanted to say something else but decided against it. Was it because of my current state? Seriously though, what was wrong with me?

I can feel that she tried to lighten the mood between us but I can’t somehow go along with it. She told me stuff like how she woke up early and that it was a hard feat for her. How she thought I would not show up since there was no concrete plans and all. She told me all various stuff on the way to her apartment which took like forever. I did my part of entertaining her enthusiasm to talk, but it was still obvious that I was not in the right mood for a long chit-chat. She seemed to sense it but she still tried to fill in the awkward silence that always fall upon us.

“Is your cousin back yet?” I asked all of a sudden. I was afraid that in my current state, a repeat of two days ago might happen. Or maybe worse.

“Yep. But they’re still sleeping. I had a friend who slept over.” She answered. At least I know that we wouldn’t be alone in her place this time.

“Do you want something?” She asked, opening the door as we reached her apartment. I didn’t even notice that we were already outside her unit.

“Just water. I brought you breakfast.” I informed her and raise the paper bag that I was holding.

“That’s nice of you. But I think we should leave soon. So keep the breakfast until later.” She answered. It felt like our characters were somehow reversed this time.

“Okay then.” I simply answered.

“I’ll be quick. Just hang around here first.” She answered and left me on my own in the front room of her apartment again.

Unlike the first time that I was in her apartment, I wasn’t worried to be found by her cousin. Rather, I just didn’t care at the moment. I sat down in the couch, remembering the first time I was in her place. Our interactions were full of drama. Chance meetings, tears and mistaken identities. Had it not been for the dare that my friend imposed on me, I wouldn’t have met her. Huh? Oh, right. I should tell her about the dare. I have already forgotten about it.

I looked around her place and my eyes were set on a certain part of it upon noticing a change. I stared at the empty wall where several pictures used to be posted. Even the framed photos were nowhere in sight. The wall that used to have photos of her and her friends became a blank canvas. Is that her first step to move on? Was she trying to forget her ex now? That was a good decision. I don’t think she’ll ever get anything by being hung up on a cheater of an ex.

But what if she met him and her feelings just come back to her? I have never been in a serious relationship before so I don’t really know how these things work. But I think that emotions and feelings don’t die. They were always there. So it was not impossible that she still loved him. They have been together for several years. And if he felt the same with her, then they could have the happy-ever-after ending. That’s good, right? Fuck, I’m getting all sappy again.

I feel stupid. It was as if I was trying to convince myself that they will happily be back together. I want to think that it will be good for her if that happened because it appeared that she really loved him. But somehow deep inside, a part of me, just a tiny bit of me, was not happy of that happening at all. Rather than convincing myself that it will be for her good, it was more like I was trying hard to accept the possibility of that happening. I feel strange about the whole idea. It was the same odd feeling I had since last night. It was like an uneasy feeling about her, a little annoyance for no particular reason, self-pity; I don’t know…just a strange feeling.

But I feel like I’m missing something too. Ah, right. Didn’t she just receive a call from her ex last night? So it didn’t turn out right? Then, why did she not come back? And why take out the pictures if they managed to patch things up? And what about her best friend? Was she the one who slept over at her place? Oh God! What the fuck is wrong with me? Thinking about her ex is making my situation worse. I should try to think of something else. I should-

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a clap. Her. She was clapping her hand in front of my face, probably trying to get my attention. Was I that deep in thought again? I really need to snap out of it.

“Jacob?” I heard her say in a worried tone.

“Yeah?” I answered, trying to bring my focus back on my surroundings.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked. I wanted to tell her that I am but I knew that I wasn’t. I couldn’t let her know that though since even I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

“Just a little out of it today. Sorry.”

“Maybe you’re sick?” She asked and reached to touch my forehead. Her hand was warm and damp. I like the comforting feeling that her touch gives me. It makes me feel secured. It makes me feel like everything will definitely be alright. Damn. Just what the hell is wrong with me?

I held her hand and pulled it away from my forehead. I brought it to my cheek feeling her warmth through her palm. It felt so normal to have her close to me. I looked her in the eyes like I was aimlessly searching for an answer from her dark brown orbs. I wanted to find something, anything, yet there was nothing but concern and worry.

I pulled her hand away from my cheek and placed it over my lips. I kissed it lightly all the while not breaking eye contact with her. I saw a light hue of pink appeared on her cheeks. It was cute but it only managed to lift my mood a little. I squeezed her hand gently before letting it go. “I’m fine, Angel. Why don’t you go and finish your stuff. We need to leave early right?”

“Actually, I am already done. We can leave now.” She took the paper bag that I placed on the coffee table and headed for the front door. “C’mon. Before my cousin and friend woke up.”

Still out of it, I watched her every movement. The movement of her lips as she talked, the way she blinked her eyes, and how she tucked her short hair behind her ears. I’ve seen her do so for the past few days I was with her. Still, I couldn’t help but marvel on how everything about her still feels new to me. It felt like she was a stranger I just met seconds ago instead of days before. She was before me yet she was unreachable. I just need to extend my hand to touch her yet she feels so far away. She was just there but it felt like she wasn’t at the same time. I was afraid that she would be just an illusion that will disappear once I try to reach out to her. But the lingering warmth of her touch was proof that she was real. It was my only proof that being this close to her was a reality instead of a dream.

“Jacob?” I heard her call out my name. Her sweet voice was ringing inside my head. I seriously really need to snap out of it.

“Yes, ma’am.” I answered and stood up from how lazily I have been sitting in the couch. I tried to add a little bounce to my steps but it also felt like it was not enough. I can feel her wary eyes on me, watching my every movement as I neared her.

I reached for her hand and held it in mine; our warmth mixing in the minuscule of gap between our palms. The comfort I feel from feeling her warmth was my only guarantee that everything was not part of a dream. She did not seem to mind too as she did not try to take her hand back. Ah right. I can hold her hand for as long as I like. Those were her words that night. How long have I known her as of today? Three days.

“What’s with three days?” I heard her asked as we continue to stand in the doorway.

“Sorry?” I answered vaguely.

“I heard you say three days. So what’s up?” She informed me, curiosity lining her voice.

“Ah. I was just thinking that I’ve known you for three days now.” I answered.

“Oh, was it really only three days?” She asked and seemed to ponder about it.

“I believe so. Try counting.”

“Never mind then. I’m too lazy to count.” She answered. I let out a breathy chuckle at her remark. Even that felt like forced but at least it sounded natural.

“Anyway, I think we really should leave now. Otherwise, my friend and cousin might wake up soon.” She informed me trying to push me out of the doorway and managing to do so.

“Oh, wait! I forgot something in my room.” She exclaimed. “Just give me a minute okay?” She said and stepped back inside her apartment closing the door behind her.

Once again, I watched her back until it slowly disappeared from my sight. Her figure as she walked away from me seemed to be etched inside my head. I raised my hand trying to reach out to her but she was beyond my limits. The same odd sensation took over me. Was it longing? Was it loneliness? I don’t really know.

All I know was that she left me.

Again.

But this time, I was sure that she was coming back.

 

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I am enjoying Jacob’s monologues. Oh by the way, I’m still stuck in chapter fourteen. I need my creative juices to keep running again. But first I need to have the motivation and inspiration. Scratch those. I only need coffee.

The Night I Met You

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jacob

I was sent on a strenuous journey to find a missing person among the crowd. It would have been an easy task if not for the fact that the bar was packed. Drunken people were dancing here and there, splashing drinks everywhere and grinding bodies with each other. Ryan’s place could always get so crowded on holidays or during semester breaks. I would admit that it was actually a good place to hang-out, at least for people our age. And to be honest, even if we don’t know the owner of the place, we will still be regular customers of the place.

I had no idea where the person went so I had to go around the whole bar to find him. I was just wishing not to see my dear cousin who showed herself to me earlier. She knew that I was making compositions every now and then but I never let her hear the song complete with lyrics and melody. It just happened that she had to be present on the night that we decided to play my music. Had I known that she would be coming, I wouldn’t have agreed on our lineup of songs. I can already hear her nagging at me about how sappy the song was. The worst part, she knew about Angel and it was pretty much obvious that the song was for her.

When the familiar back of my friend came into view, I immediately quickened my pace towards him trying to avoid bumping into as much people as possible but to no avail. “Chris!” I called out to him through the blasting music and noisy crowd.

H glanced over his shoulder with a grin on his face. He seemed happy which made me wonder who he was talking to. But when I came to where he was, there was no one with him. “Are you high?” I asked incredulously.

I’d be honest. Our little group may appear to be the cool and hot guys next door but we have our dark secrets as well. Illegal race, minor drinking, sex, and even drugs. And the list could still go on with our little escapades. We’re just lucky that we have never been behind bars. We would not be wishing for that to happen though.

“Yeah, but in a different sense.” He answered and there was a happy note in his tone. It was starting to creep me out.

“What’s with you?” I asked again, confused about his mood.

“Just met a girl. A hot babe to be exact.” And there was that dreamy grin again. Maybe he was possessed by some kind of spirit?

“Alright, dude. You’re hot babe’s not here anymore, so let’s go back.” I’m a little wary of his elated state because it was really worrisome. He was usually like this after an intake of some chemical. But since he had been gone for just a while then it would be impossible.

“Fine.” He answered begrudgingly and looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone. I followed the direction of his gaze but saw nothing, or no one worth mentioning.

“Ah! She was with your cousin, so maybe you knew her.” He said all of a sudden, sounding a little hopeful.

So she brought a friend here with her. “Sorry, bud. All her friends I knew had their guys.”

“Maybe you haven’t met some of them yet.” He answered.

“I actually haven’t met any of them. I usually keep out of her circle.” I answered honestly. My cousin and I were close but I just don’t feel like hanging around with her friends. But she always hangs around my group. I don’t mind it though as long as she was fine with it. “Anyway, they’re looking for you. Let’s go.”

I turned on my heel to head for our table just in time for a girl in little black dress to pass by. She was holding a glass of frozen cocktail in her hand. As you would have expected, the drink spilled on me. Luckily for me it only splashed on my arm and not my shirt.

“Oh my God!” She said in panic. Let’s forget about the little black dress that clung nicely to her curves. Her voice was so sexy that it could turn you on. “I’m really sorry about that.”

I watched her for a while as she tried to go through her purse, probably looking for something to wipe my arm off. Then I shifted my gaze to the pink frozen cocktail in my arm before putting my game face on. Smile. Be charming. I reminded myself. This is your game.

“No worries. It’s a little hot in here anyway, so this was a great help.” I answered, flashing a smile that most girls I knew describe as attractive. I noticed her eyes went wide for a while. She was probably cursing herself right now. I knew it. My charm was still there although it doesn’t seem to work on a single girl.

“No, really, I’m sorry about it.” She apologized again. “Just give me a minute; I think I have some wipes here.” She continued to look through her purse. Looking at her carefully, she wasn’t so bad. Pretty face, nice body, sexy voice. That should be fine for a little bit of a fling.

“I can just wash it off. Restroom’s just nearby anyway. But I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to help me remove it though.” I answered pretending to look innocent. If she got my message, then we both can have a good time. And I can prove that my charm still does it wonders on girls. If not, I’ll leave her alone.

“And I could probably repay you for the casualty?” She answered, giving me that sexy, little smirk of hers.

Yep. The game is on.

After a little make-out session in the restroom, typical I know, I headed for the bar. We parted but not before she wrote her number on my wrist though. I’m still wary of my cousin because I know that she could just be hanging around somewhere in the place. I really don’t want to see her now after she purposefully went upfront to show herself to me while we were playing my song.

I greeted Martin, one of the bartenders. He’s about the same age as me so he usually hangs out with us as well.

“Hey, Jay! Nice song there!” He complimented.

“Isn’t it too simple?” I asked.

“Nah, it’s fine. Mellow tune and sad lyrics complement each other, I guess.” He explained briefly. “Why suddenly play an original by the way?”

“Shit happened bro. That’s why.” I answered simply. I’m torn between wanting to talk about Angel to my circle of friends and not. I just decided not to for now. I mean, there was really no reason to tell the entire world of her existence right? Although my three best friends plus my cousin knew about her.

“Excuse me? Can I have another one of this?” I heard a familiar voice say. I turned to my side to find a girl sitting in the second bar stool away from mine. Her back was facing me but I recognize every bit of her. Besides, who could forget such a voice?

“Right away.” Martin answered enthusiastically and proceeded to make the drink.

So she was really fine after last night like what Nate had told me. At least now, I was certain of the matter. I stood from my seat and paced casually towards the girl. I was certain that it was her. I sat on the bar stool on her other side, trying hard to hide the big grin that was threatening to kill my cool and casual act.

Few seconds have passed but she did not even mention a word. She probably did not notice me. When Martin returned with her drink, he immediately smirked at me. I know what he was thinking but he was only half correct.

“Miss, here’s your drink.” He said.

“Thanks.” She remarked giving him that sweet smile of hers.

“Can I also have a Whisky-Cola?” I called out to him immediately.

“Certainly.” Martin answered and walked off again shaking his head a little.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Jacob?” I heard her say after a moment. I tried to look innocent and non-expecting as I turned my head to hr direction.

“Hey, Angel?” I answered, pretending to be shocked. I am anyway. “Never expected to see you here.” It wasn’t a lie either. I would never have thought that she would go to a bar. Nor drink for that matter. Maybe she came with someone?

“You wouldn’t really. I was just dragged here.” She shifted on her seat to face the counter. “I’m sorry about yesterday for just disappearing.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I never expected that there would be that commotion. I shouldn’t have brought you there. I’m sorry.” I apologized. If something bad happened to her last night it would entirely be my fault for bringing her there. Worst part, I wouldn’t have known about it.

“Don’t be. I really had a lot of fun yesterday. Thank you for that instead.” She said in a cheery tone. “Moreover, it’s not your fault that there were some guys there like that, right?”

“Well, yeah. But still if something happened to you-”

“I’m in one piece and perfectly fine. Don’t worry about it.” She cut me off. I was quiet for a while and watched her as she stirred her green drink in a high ball glass.

“Alright then. At least now I know that you really are safe. And that you had fun.” I tried not to sound too relieved but it failed. “Ah, I heard what happened to your phone. Did you manage to get a new one?” I inquired.

“Not yet.” She answered with a slight shake of her head.

“Oh.” My reaction did not come out right. It sounded too dejected which I never really intended. It was just that I wouldn’t have any way to contact her for the time being. “That must be very inconvenient for you huh.”

“It was. Very much. But you know my day has been pretty packed.” She started. “I woke up late and I went shopping with a friend. I didn’t have the time to get a new phone today even though I had originally planned to do so.”

I listened to her as she continued to tell me about how she walked through the entire mall shopping for clothes with her friend, how it was tiring entering and leaving boutiques and trying on different clothes, and a lot more of girly stuff that she did for the day. I wanted to think that she was complaining about her friend but it was not like that. She seemed like she actually had great fun with this friend of hers as to the way she was smiling happily while talking about her.

“And then she brought me here. Out of all the places she could bring me. I’m a freaking under-aged girl for heaven’s sake!” She continued and I couldn’t help but notice that there was something different about her.

Maybe it was that fact that she was initiating a conversation with me. Or her manner of speaking, which was somehow different. I looked her up and down as she sat on the bar stool. It could also be the short navy blue dress that was embracing her curves perfectly and was riding up to her mid-thigh, paired with a pair of black heels. Looking at her, I can only describe her in one word. Gorgeous.

I watched her as she took a sip from her drink. I wondered what that green colored drink was. A kind of lady’s drink perhaps. After she drank half of it she suddenly turned to face me. “I know! As thanks I should bring you somewhere too. Say, tomorrow?”

I was quiet for a while as I took in her words. If I got her right, and I really wished that I heard the right words, it only meant that she was inviting me out right? I felt my grin getting bigger by the second. She is seriously asking me out right?

“Sure. I’m free all day tomorrow.” I answered, trying to hide all the enthusiasm I was feeling inside.

“Pick me up?” She asked with a tone of cutesy pleading, batting her long lashes at me. There really was something different about her. She seemed a bit elated tonight. Well she was drinking, so maybe she was already tipsy? I really never thought that she would be the type to drink. One was because she was not of legal age yet. And to tell the truth, she seemed like the type that wouldn’t break the law no matter what.

“Here’s your order.” Martin interrupted placing the glass of drink in front of me.

“Thanks.” I shooed him away surreptitiously. He only gave me a cheeky smile before leaving us alone.

“Will you drive to my place if I don’t?” I asked her teasingly.

“I will never drive.” She answered, shaking her head. I noticed that there was a drop in her cheerful tone.

“And why is that so?’ I asked, purely curious for her reason.

She turned her head in my direction and looked at me in silence. She was watching me as if I was some creature she had never known before. Her eyes, the same lonely pairs since I have met her, were filled with curiosity. It felt like they were asking me questions, but no words were coming out of her lips. It made me wonder about her thoughts as she looked at me.

“Nothing. I just don’t like to drive.” She said after a while. I noticed a sad smile cross her face before she downed the rest of her green colored drink. I’m also still curious about that drink.

“Angel, ar-whoa!” I was cut off from speaking when she suddenly grabbed my wrist. I managed to maintain my balance and not fell out of the stool.

“You had a tattoo?” She suddenly asked. I can feel her cold, damp hand against my skin. Her finger was slowly tracing the numbers written on it. It felt a little ticklish.

“No. My friend wrote it there.” I simply answered. Yeah, right. As if she would believe that. A guy having a number written on his skin could only be from a girl right?

“Eh?” She remarked, her gaze still glued to my ink-stained wrist. She suddenly let go of it, leaving traces of her cold hands in my skin. I watched as she rummaged through her small bag and took out something.

“Then me too.” She simply said as she grabbed my wrist again and started to write in my skin. I could feel the cold tip of the pen against my skin. She scribbled on the same part over and over again to make the characters visible. Her gaze was focused on my wrist. I watched as she slowly wrote numbers on it.

“Angel…are you-” I was cut off once again. This time, it was by a loud sound suddenly blasting out of nowhere. It took us a moment to realize that it was her phone ringing. It was a different one from the one she lost.

She let go of my hand and took a phone from her bag. I thought she told me she had not bought a new one yet? Maybe it was a spare or she borrowed it from someone? It would be too much of a hassle anyway if she cannot be contacted by her family. That makes perfect sense.

I once again looked at what she had written on my skin as she fumbled with her phone. There were eight numbers scribbled on my wrist, just below the one the other girl gave me. Eight figures were not enough to make a full phone number. The set was lacking two more numbers.

“Oh God!” I heard her remarked, sounding alarmed. I shifted my attention back to her. She was biting her lower lip as she looked at the caller ID. I can see that she was in a panic. What could be so wrong with a phone call?

I tried to sneak a peek into her phone and saw ‘Jed’. Who was calling her at this time? Her ex? I don’t have any basis but it was possible. I don’t remember her ever mentioning the name of her ex anyway. So they still contact each other huh? But why does she look so nervous-stricken? She doesn’t feel like talking to him? No, that was not quite right. I don’t understand why she seemed too alarmed for a phone call. If she doesn’t want to talk to him, then she could just reject the call. No need to create so much drama over it.

“Sorry, I need to take this call.” She said and immediately stood up to leave.

I watched her as she go through dancing bodies on the floor. I kept my gaze glued to her back until it completely disappeared from my sight. I wanted to follow her but I don’t really want to act as if I was being over-protective of her. I convinced myself that she would come back. After all she did not say a farewell of any sort. I think she wouldn’t just leave when she was engaged with someone. She even apologized to me for just disappearing without a word yesterday.

I thought that she would come back after the call so I decided to wait for her in the bar. I waited for her even after I downed two more glasses of the same drink. I waited for her even after several minutes had already passed. But my assumption was wrong. She left and never came back.

When I finally saw her, I was relieved to see her fine. But just when I get the chance to see her again, she had to disappear from me again. She left for a phone call from a person named Jed and never came back. Just who was he? Why was she so panic-stricken from receiving a phone call from that person?

I really don’t understand her. Rather I really don’t know her. I knew nothing about her besides a few facts…her name, address, and that her boyfriend cheated on her. I wanted to know more about her to be honest but she doesn’t allow me to. It was like she had closed her heart from opening up to me. I could understand that though. It’s due to the pain of being broken-hearted. So, it’s like that eh? We’re still strangers to each other.

 

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Tik-tok-tik-tok. It’s already December. Did I say that I wanted to finish the story before the year ends? Now, that seems pretty impossible. I’m working on it though. I could still make it. I had a few chapters on pending and I’m close to the ending. I was having trouble with Chapter fourteen though. I can’t seem to decide how to start and finish it. I probably need and inspiration to write again.