Maybe our feelings would fade away when we’re apart…
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Year 2006.
Our 30th monthsary was the end of our happy secret life as a couple. Cassie happened. The jealous b***h knew about our secret and she told Nico and the other sluts. They said they will reveal the truth to our school principal and to our religious parents if I will not go back to who I am before--- hanging out and pretending that I belong with them. I did what they asked me to do. I don’t want them to ruin our lives, not now that my parents started acknowledging me as their daughter again and I want Milena to graduate without any trouble.
I gradually stopped talking to my girl even if my heart’s in pain like her. I avoided her every time she tried to approach and talk to me. I let her think that I realized that being with her was a mistake. That in the end, I still want to marry a guy. She became the laughing stock of my ‘friends’ when she continued to woo me. I once defended Milena from them and as a punishment, they told my parents about my ‘special friendship’ with her. To cover up our secret, I pretended that I already had a relationship with one of my suitors. My college plans with Mi were already destroyed!
My parents noticed the changes in my mood, from my ‘blooming’ days into ‘glooming’ days. They thought I was just stressed out because of our upcoming high school graduation. I realized now that in our relationship, Milena’s the brave one because she’s willing to fight for us. I, on the other hand, was being a coward--- scared of losing my parent’s love but I lost Milena’s trust and love.
Our class started today, and as usual, I found a gift from my Baby Mimi. It’s like she’s doing all the sweet things I’ve done to her when I ‘courted’ her. This time, she gave me three blue paper roses with her handwritten notes of “I’m Sorry, I Miss You and I Love You”. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. I looked at her and she caught me staring. She sweetly smiled at me that made my heart jumped out of my chest. I raised an eyebrow at her then looked away, pretending that I’m not happy locking eyes with her. I started writing at my notebook, but all I could doodle was her name and her face. I lost track of time as I started reminiscing my happy days with her.
At lunch time, Yessa told me that I should have lunch with them and instructed me to throw the paper roses I got from Mi. I clenched my fists and was about to ignore her, but she gave me a photo courtesy of Cassie the b***h. It’s a picture of me and Milena kissing at an empty classroom. She’s been spying us this whole time! I’m so careless! Yessa said that they will show it to our school’s principal if I disobeyed them.
I saw the pain flashed in Milena’s eyes when she saw her gift thrown at a trash bin. Yessa and the girls started laughing as they walked away. Something inside of me told me to look back and when I did, I saw students being distracted by a commotion across the street. My heart started racing and got afraid that something bad happened. I ran between the group of students and my heart dropped at the sight of an injured Milena. I rushed towards her, but her friends barricaded her from me and told me to stay away.
My eyes started to well up, so I ran to the nearest restroom. I wanted to know what happened to her. I calmed myself and decided to check up on her when her friends were gone. I picked up her paper roses from the trash can and hid it inside my bag before going to the clinic. The nurse cleaned up all her wounds before her friends walked her home. I waited for them to leave before I went in front of her front door. I was about to knock, but I got scared. I walked home and cried all night inside my room.
The next day, Milena didn’t attend our class. I was worried about her. I built up some courage and decided to go to their house after our class, but then I saw Frincez running away from Milena’s house and it looks like she’s crying. Maybe they had an argument too. I didn’t want to interfere on what’s going on between them, so I decided that I will just talk to Milena the following day.