In the end of the day, everyone leaves.
And I've learned to cope with it the hard way.
So as I step out from the confinement of lecture, there's that fresh feeling of pure bliss pouring down on me.
It's been a three days since Valentine's Day. And much to my utter relief, all those cringy decoration were finally taken down.
I flutter my gaze to the sky, combating sun's light with my own two. I might get blind for a couple of minutes, but I don't care.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Still intercepts easily from beside me with a grin causing my lips to drop to the ground.
Tommorow?
I bit the bottom of my lip.
The guy forgot tomorrow's Saturday, which meant I'd want to see less -if not at all- of him.
At all cost. He mustn't come.
Mouth still agape, Im ready to tell him that we have no
