Michael and I continued our walk in a tranquil silence. I led the way, my gaze directed towards the ground, while he trailed a few paces behind me. We had approximately five minutes remaining before we arrived at our respective homes.
As we walked in quietude, my thoughts began to drift. At that moment, I found myself contemplating Latif. Earlier in science class, he had discreetly passed me a note. It contained yet another plea for a second chance, accompanied by a sorrowful emoticon. Without a moment's hesitation, I had discarded it into the waste bin as I exited the classroom, not sparing him a glance.
Since receiving the note, I have been attempting to comprehend his actions. He had been involved with Winner for three months without my knowledge. If he had any regard for me, he would
