Sunday, January 10, 2010

It seems ages.

"You did like him." Seri, confident of that statement, said.

LIKE. The word kept ringing in Clay's ears. Like? Was she kiddin'? It wasn't mere likeness. It is, in fact, a strong attachment, an unexplainable infatuation.

"You fell for his trap, sweetie. He's no good, I'm tellin' you."

Clay can't bear listening to her friend anymore. She doesn't want to hear the next mean word she will say about Rou. She had enough. It was like a deep cut on the very core of her stupid heart. Rou was gone, she knows and he will never be back. But is it that foolish to hope?

As Seri and Clay was about to enter the school's main gate on that very sunny friday morning, Clay saw a familiar figure around the corner. Was I dreaming? She pinched her left arm. Ouch!

She stared directly to that brown haired male standing outside Blake's Ice Cream Store and her heart started to beat faster than usual.

ROU.


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