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I counted the breaths I took

 

3

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5

Five empty cans of beers beside me. Depressed? Me depressed? Oh no, I just fell dumb for having a crush on a boy who doesn't even know I exist, when all that time I could just have spent some quality time with a good book. A book who can easily understand me better than any other brainless earthling. I thought that there would be a boy decent enough for me to have. Worthy enough to have me.

Well, that's what I thought. That's what the stupid, brainless, simpleton me thought.

 

 

A lot of things went in & out of my mind. I just smiled in disbelief. A pang of regret hit my chest, pounding hard on my back, so hard, it hurts. My eyes stinging. Tears began to well on my eyes, blurring my vision. Grief was swallowing me inside. I wanted to let go, wanted to fall and shatter. I wanted to start the water works. But I didn't. I didn't cry.

 

 

How did I even ended up like this? I don't know, I can't recall –I don't wanna recall– all I remembers as a week ago I bumped into him

 

I was late for my homeroom, running with a stack of books in my arms. Also the short skirt I’m wear it was really hard to run faster, with my glasses hanging loosely on my face made it harder for me to see the things around me and with the tower of book in front of me made it a hell harder to focus on what I’m running into.

 

*thud*

 

I bumped into something solid, sending my hands on something that felt like fabric. Causing the books to fall from my arms where I cradled them, making a mountain of mess on the floor. I looked up, without my glasses all I see is a big towering blob in front of me, I just stayed there staring at its bright brown eyes. Eyes? Its took me moments to realize the blob in front me is practically a human. Shock hit my whole being without me even knowing it. Maybe it also showed on my face, “Are alright, miss?” its voice was deep and manly, filled with concern, obviously from a male.

 

It’s really hard to speak especially with a gigantic stone in my throat, that’s causing me a hard time to swallow. “I-I’m fine.” He helped me steady myself, then crouching in front of me then reached for my glasses. I felt a knot in my tummy, when he gently placed my glasses on my face. I felt a tingly sensation caused by the electricity running in my body. It felt like no other, I love it.

 

“Do me a favor.” He flashed me one of those charming smile that can make a fan girl scream and pee on her pants. “Take it easy with the running, pretty horse,” then went a way after handing me my stack of books, leaving me drowling while stairing at noting.