Micaiah
“I don’t love you, Micah. I have a boyfriend.”
Pitiful reason, at least for me.
It didn’t mean I couldn’t have anything I wanted.
It was useless even if she tried to deny it.
Our chemistry.
Our destiny.
Why she couldn’t understand that?
“Please, stay away from me.”
I smirked. “What are you going to do if I dare to move forward?”
“Don’t make me say it.” See? She was too kind. Even when she was dealing with me, the man who practically bothered her every single f*****g day.
“How come you can’t feel the same way to me like how you feel with that man?”
“Micah, please.”
“Say it!” I shouted. “I found you first!”
“It doesn’t matter who found me first.”
“So tell me! Tell me the reason. Why am I not good enough? Why you chose him?” She was silent. Her eyes were watery and sad.
