I dragged my feet back home and laid on the bed and recalled what I saw earlier.
My brain was like a faulty video player, it kept replaying the same scene non-stop: she grabbed his tee, tiptoed, pressed her lips against his. He said he would not do it, but...
I heard a sound of toilet flush so I hurriedly wiped away the tears. The door opened behind me.
A heavy weight landed on my bed, a pair of warm arms wrapped around my body. Maybe it was my illusion, since I was really tired and groggy.
God, tell me what to do... I prayed as tears continued to fall from my eyes. Thank God that the lights were off, I did not want the bastard to know I was so sad because of him.
I wriggled out of his embraced and sniffed. It seemed like he did believe I was asleep, because I felt his big palm patting on my head.
God, how can I let him go?
I wriggled out once again. Maybe I cried too much, because I got tired and fell asleep not long after.
I tried to believe that I had the saddest dream ever. I hoped so.
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