Someone once asked me before what hurts more, leaving or being left behind?
A simple answer would be to say being left behind, because that person was… was left. If life is like a race, those who were left were the ones who lost, and those who left won, right?
But life isn’t a race.
It isn’t about going to places and speeding up the paces. Sometimes it’s also good to stay in one place for a while.
I’m on the way to our classroom to get what we need for our laboratory activities.
I came across Gary but he was still cold to me ever since that day.
I almost forgot it has been almost three months since Gary and I fought.
“Hey, Dion. Let me help you.” Pears saw me and took some of the things I was carrying.
“Thank you.” I said to him while we were on the way.
My relationship with Pear
