Lyra
After our small talk with Jinye, the first thing I did in the morning was to prepare to meet up with her at Quezon Park, where we used to play around back when we were kids. I took my purse, keys, and also my scarf before I left the house, making sure that it was locked before I left without thinking too much.
Last night after she ended the call, at first, I never really wanted to meet her after all, she had left me three years ago and just decided to contact me now that I was out of trouble—did she even consider me as her friend? Was she embarrassed that she had a friend like me?
Maybe that was it. After all, I can’t blame her for leaving me, since if she continues to associate herself with me, who was branded as a w***e and a murderer, her reputation might plummet, but sh
