Chapter 25 - Aftermath
CELINE SUAREZ. It is weird. Everything is just so...weird. My butt has been resting on this old wooden bench outside the campus, waiting for my best friend for the past fifteen minutes, but all that I could think of is the impactful effect of my impulsiveness yesterday. Staring at those evergreen shrubs while pinching my lips repetitively, I hit my head with my balled fists softly as regret and embarrassment collaborate to beat my mind up even more. Damn, what have I done? I ask myself, gulping down at the memory. I look down at my skirt. There are some crinkled parts on it, so my hands voluntarily slide themselves down to smoothen the gray fabric. As they perform their attempts of ironing it manually, I can't help but take a glimpse of my crotch, remembering that unforgettable moment
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