"It's been quite a day," I sigh as I lean over the balcony of my room.
The very same one where Gel and I last hung out before he disappeared without a trace. Well, I won't go as far as to say that, though. Especially when there are loads of traces of him filling the drawer beside my bed.
Ugh, and apparently, this is my life now. I keep on telling myself that I'm not going to remember Gel but I guess I just can't help but do so.
It's useless to even try and forget about him when the stupid guy just persistently keeps on popping up into my mind whenever I decide to NOT think of him.
Was he actually a sorcerer or something? Did he cast a spell on me to make me feel this way about him when he left and he's no longer around?
Damn, I should have known better than to cry my eyes out and then
