Angelica sent me a message to meet her after class. I've just finished my duty hours in the library and I am now moving my feet to meet her. I texted her that I am already on my way to the school's garden.
It's already six in the early evening. The sun is on the verge of being swallowed by the blue night, making the sky looks orange--the color between yellow and red. Both of the colors appear dark. A dark yellow mixed with dark red. A symbol of betrayal and rage.
"Angeeeel!" I screamed when I saw her in the school garden. After the scene at the school hallway earlier, the students went to their respective classrooms and the class goes on as if nothing scandalous happened.
She was seating on the bench when I called her. She turned her head and stands from her seat to welcome me. My eye
