Chapter 7
1017 Words
MARKUS’ POV
"Strawberry Frappuccino, please," I told the cashier, taking my order.
I'm in our favorite coffee shop. Margarette would always get a Strawberry Frappuccino when we came here for lunch. Strawberries are her favorite fruit. I recall bringing her some, and she was so overjoyed that she hugged me and kissed my cheeks.
She's a beautiful cutie. I enjoy watching her smile and laugh, so I make sure she's having a good time whenever we're together. When we were both in tenth grade, I met her. She's a classmate of mine. Unsurprisingly, she became the class's muse, given her beauty.
I practically drooled the first time I saw her sweet face. She's like an angel sent from above. Her charm is unmistakable. I've seen a lot of girls, but I've never had things slow down just by glancing at them before.
Fast forward a few days, and I did everything I could to get her to notice me. And when she did, I went straight to her heart. For almost a year, I courted her. I showered her with flowers, chocolates, and other girly stuff. I also surprised her with a romantic dinner on Valentine's Day. After almost a year of being her suitor, I eventually became her boyfriend. I invited her to join me on a trek one day, and when we were at the top of the mountain, I asked her to be my girlfriend. And she agreed.
"Sir, here's your order," a waiter said, jolting me awake. He then placed my strawberry Frappuccino on my table.
I quickly said, "Thank you." He nodded and returned to his work at the counter.
Damn. I'm missing her so much.
I'm still not sure what I did to deserve her to abandon me like this. She didn't even attempt to explain why she had left.
I called and texted her all day and received no response. I was so concerned that I called her mother, but I received no reply. That night, I went to their house and was surprised to find them gone; their helpers were the only people remaining in their place. As a result, I approached them and inquired. And their response astounded me even more: they said Margarette's family would no longer live there as of that day and that, based on what they know, Margarette's family had opted to go to another country and live there.
At first, I assumed they were joking around. So, because I was desperate to see Margarette, I insisted on coming inside. I was calling her name from their living room, hoping she'd come out of her room. But it hit me when they let me into her room, and I saw that it was empty, with only the lampshade on the table next to her bed.
My tears began to fall without my notice. I was desperately wiping it off so that their helper wouldn't see me crying.
-Flashback-
"No! Margarette, baby. Where are you? Is she trying to hide from me? Is there a surprise, and is this part of the plan?" I told the helpers.
"Sir Markus. I'm sorry, but you must leave the place. We'll be leaving the house in 10 minutes," one of the helpers said.
"Are you joking?" Would you please let me know where she is? "I pleaded with them.
"Sir Markus, we're not joking. They had left earlier in the day. We have no idea where they're going, either. All we know is that it's in another country," she responded. Their faces were sorrowful, and I could see it in their eyes. They probably feel sorry for me.
I slumped down on the bed and sobbed uncontrollably, covering my face with both hands.
"Didn't she say anything about leaving something for me?" I asked between sobs. I'm hoping for a letter or at the very least a note explaining why they left.
They didn't say anything, shook their heads. That made me want to cry even harder.
I accepted their response with a series of nods.
After a minute, I stood up from my seat on the bed and walked over to the door.
"I appreciate it. I'm going now," I said, a sad smile on my face.
-End of flashback-
That night, I was in such a bad mood. I'm not sure how I managed to get back home. I felt as if she betrayed me. I can't believe she left me after everything went well the night before. I walked to my room and threw myself on my bed, crying all over again. No one in the house, including my mother, realized I was in so much pain that night. It was excruciating.
I had no choice but to tell them what happened the next day. I spent the entire day in my room. They were all worried, especially my mother, and they kept asking me whether I was all right. Of course, I wasn't, but I had to say so since I didn't want them to be concerned about me.
When my phone rang, I once again pulled out of my thoughts. I slipped it out of my pocket and looked at it, seeing that Benjamin and William had sent me a lot of text messages and missed calls. Because I'm still irritated by what happened in the cafeteria, I didn't bother to respond to their text or answer their call.
But I'm feeling a little bad about it. I didn't mean to push the girl, but what she's saying about Margarette is unacceptable to me. I'm not sure how she found out about what happened in our relationship or the accusations she's making about Margarette.
Margarette will not do such a thing to me; I am confident. However, after she had left me with no reason made me consider the possibilities. Just thinking about it makes me feel a pang in my chest.
I just went out of the coffee shop after finishing my frappe.
I don't know what got into me, but I happened to be standing where she said yes to me.
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