This is not happening.
I blinked, my eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.
He’s here. H-how? How did he know that I was here?
The side of his lips curved, showing me his naturally sweet smile. I could feel something streaming down the side of my eyes. Is it rain? But I wasn’t getting poured down on it anymore, since an umbrella is shielding me.
“How are you?”
He slowly kneeled down. Something inside me burst and it was too late to notice that I was crying the whole time. Memories of him flooded my mind like a clip of a movie that’s playing.
“Y-you’re not mad?” I mumbled, trying to hold my tears but I was too weak. I was waiting for him to throw hands, say something insulting or go ballistic because of what I did.
How
