I wanted her to look at me to confirm it's her.
The bus came. It is now waiting for me to come in.
I did not move even an inch.
The bus made its last horn maybe to let me know that they about to leave.
I can't keep my eyes from her.
Then she walked away.
The bus driver is now looking at me. I have to decide. If I let this pass I will have to wait for another 30 minutes and it's getting late. Or should I follow her?
I'm contemplating...
She's getting farther from me...
I must decide
"You must go." She shouted.
"You can not like her." She added and from the darkness she's gone.
My feet began moving. I am now running towards her direction. In the darkness I'm trying to see, but I found none. My heart is breaking and I can no longer contain it.
A tear suddenly fall. I am wondering how crybaby I become since that day. I never cry, and I don't like crying however lately crying become my outlet. They say real men do not cry; but I think it should be paraphrased to 'Real men do not show they also cry'
I wipe out my tear before coming out to light. I saw a figure standing. I squint to see who it is.
It was her.
"I told you not to follow me."
"I don't know why I did..." I whisper. I don't want her to hear my lame excuse. Even I myself, I don't know why I followed her.
"I have something to ask you." I said. I just hope she didn't heard what I just said
Then she walked away. I ran to her.
I saw her looking above.
"I came there" she said while pointing on the star near the moon
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