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