FORTY – TWO
Surely, as I went inside the bathroom, the oxygen went back to my lungs. I didn’t realize tears were on my eyes, the mascara smearing my entire face. I grabbed a tissue to dab the mascara falling on my face and reapplied a little bit of make-up to make me look like a decent human being. I wasn’t ready to see him again. I thought I would be brave enough to face him. It seemed like I was still haunted by him. As I stepped outside, I bumped into something—someone—I almost tripped on my feet. My hand was pressed on the floor as I slowly fell down on the floor, a loud thud produced after colliding with my butt and the cold ground. “Whoa there.” His voice was deeper than eight years ago and instantly, I recognized him. It was Jason. He looked dashing wearing a navy blue tux while his hair was
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