I got into his car. I sneaked a peek at my reflection in the rear view mirror like how I always loved to do in my dad's car since young and I was frozen at the sight of my face. It was disheveled. No, it was worse than disheveled. It was dilapidated.
I let out an inaudible scream.
My head snapped towards Dexter's direction, "You mean I have been looking like shit for the past two months?! Oh my goodness?"
"Wow, you've recovered!" Dexter laughed.
"I mean, answer me?" I demanded.
He cleared his throat for a little while before he separated his lips to let some words escape from him, "Well, yes you have been looking like... dung for the past two months. Your sense of dressing seriously dropped like crap and your bust is kind of concave I suppose..."
"Oh my goodness, shut up already!" I screeched as I dropped my head to see my clothing.
Never was I so shocked of my own clothes. I used to make fun of people who dressed weirdly or conservatively, but I was so ashamed of my dressing then. I couldn't tell what colour was the cloth made of, white or red or pink? Was it stained? My jeans were way to loose for me and it's baggy until I went speechless. Oh no, my favourite white sneakers given by Rachel was grey!
Rachel? I forgot about her totally. Where is she?
"Where's Rachel? I don't remember seeing her." I squeaked.
"Beats me. Not that I care of. I just know she disappeared with that bastard to some other country for some weird running event. I mean a marathon doesn't last for two months right, unless you're some super runner you run for like sixty days straight? It's stupid, don't think they'll ever return at this rate. Hope they die halfway or something. Never wanna see their screwed up face anyway, it's good they left. Ha."
I placed my right palm to my heart. It was not painful. I was unprepared for this, but I felt... relieved. How can this be? Shouldn't I feel jealous or something? I decided that I had issues, there was definitely something wrong with me. Nevertheless, I determined to live my life happily again.
I rested on Dexter's chest when we got home. I missed it so much, his broad and comfortable chest. I fell asleep.
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