Today is the day.

I really feel nervous and I don’t know why.

I’m so excited that I even don’t care anymore how I look like.

“Sandy, do you want me to take you there?” My uncle standing at my bedroom room, smiling.

“No need uncle. I know you’re busy.” I smiled back.

“Okay. Just call me whenever something is wrong okay?” He pats my head and looked at me with his fatherly-liked eyes. I nod but when I was about to go out he reminded me:
 

“Take care okay? You must not be very angry, happy or sad. It is bad for you.”

“Okie dokie.” I waved him goodbye,

Why will I be sad?

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I am here now. Gosh, my heart is beating so fast. Calmed down, Dara. You can do this.

Then I saw Lay sitting alone on the bench on our favourite place where we always hang out before.

I miss his voice, I miss his laughs, I miss his embrace, I miss everything!

I finally got the courage to go near him then I cleared my throat and sat next to him.

“Yixing.” I sweetly said.

No answer from him.

So I tried again.

“Lay, it’s me. You remember m-me right? It’s me D-Dara.” Damn. My voice is trembling.

He looks back but his expression makes my spine shivers.

“Don’t talk to me if you had plastic surgery.” He seriously said.

I bowed my head. I want to explain everything for him but I’m afraid. I want him to worry and worst pity me.

So I lied.

“It’s the truth. It’s for you! You should be happy right? P-people will not look down on you because of me anymore!” I try my best to block the tears forming in my eyes. I hold hi