Forty-Seven: DATING AN IDOL
I checked my wristwatch; it was fifteen minutes after seven. I've been standing in front of the amusement park's entrance for maybe thirty minutes now without knowing if Skye would actually show up. I already messaged him earlier but I didn't get any reply from him. It wasn't easy for me to be here. I had to lie about having an emergency just to be able to leave the dorm. But if Skye wouldn't be able to make it here tonight, I would understand. I won't be mad at him. If I am finding it hard to be here, the struggle must be twice on his part. Fifteen more minutes and I'll leave, I told myself. I watched as people passed by me. Some were heading out of the park while others were still going in. There were families and friends, but there were couples, too. Which made me wonder. Which
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