My Triplet Lovers

Who Could Be Her Type?

Days pass by so quickly that it's almost September, which obviously means August is almost over in just a few days.

Which also means that I gotta start moving, I gotta do this now because the days I stay in this place is getting shorter and shorter by the second.

I mean, what if it actually goes right?

We could be friends again!

Now I start to think of a new start between me and Maya's relationship.

A brand new beginning where we can hopefully forget our rough past together.

I don't wanna keep reminding her about the terrible things I've done in the past.

Although even if I put so much effort on controlling my feelings for her, it almost always knows how to just show up and make me feel butterflies in my stomach.

Now I wonder, do I still make her feel this way? Or have I even made her feel this way even once?

As this topic just suddenly popped up in my mind, I overthink the matter even more.

What's her type? Like, what kind of guys does she even like? Do I fit any of the qualities she likes?

I mean, after hurting her that way, I think she'd change her liking in guys because of the way that she's ignoring me.

As I go even deeper, I try remembering the guys that she spends a lot of time with. I don't wanna go one by one of all the guys she's befriended, all I really see in those guys is that they look handsome, they're smart, and very talented which means guys that are obviously better than me...

But that isn't what I'm here for,

The main question I want an answer from is if she'll forgive me...

(I mean I wanna know if I still got a place in her heart but that's a chapter for another story-).

It lessened my worry about finally making a move to say sorry but it made me a little insecure thinking of it...

“Troy, snap out of it! pull yourself together. Focus on what's important for now".

I try snapping out of whatever I was thinking of earlier and looked at the clock that was quickly ticking away.

I gotta do it now, if later, it'll be too late...

I finally stood up, knees shaking a bit, sweating on my palms more than before but I still manage to walk up to her while every step made my heart beat faster than usual.

Those butterflies in my stomach are back and they are attacking quick!

With a little bit more effort, even if all these emotions are mixing up 'cause of the intense feeling I get when I'm around her, I still managed to get to her.

I try to look at ease and relaxed before I start talking to her.

Well... here goes nothing.

I was right behind her so I tapped her on the shoulder where in she immediately looked back and before she could start ignoring me or walking out,

I grab her hand as soon as possible and gave her the present that has an attached note at the top that said...

“Please listen, I have something to tell you

- Troy"

She looked at it with confusion and I assumed she read the note already and then I went for it.

“I'm sorry, I really am Maya.

Please listen because it'll all be clear once you do"

She looked a little less mad but still more hurt. The guilt that that made me feel weakend me even more but I'm gonna end it here.

She then nodded and told me...

“Fine, go ahead. Just please be honest”

I didn't waste any more time nor did I hesitate. I started explaining.

“The reason I ignored you was because we were leaving... to go to another country after this school year.

I didn't know how to tell you because I was overwhelmed because they weren't lying this time...”

I paused and looked at her for a while.

I looked into her eyes and I could see she's just as shocked as I was, and hearing that I was leaving, the pain in her eyes started to grow more instead of easing the pain she felt.

We just met but I could probably tell that both of us got attached to each other already.

Well, at least that's what I feel...

I went on and continued.

“I know that still doesn't explain all these things that I did but please hear me out.

I admit, it's my fault too because they already told me before I even went here.

I just didn't believe them because ever since I was little, they keep telling me that we were leaving but never did.

This went on for 6 or 7 years so I started to doubt them so whenever they told me, I didn't think much of it".

I look at her again and paused waiting for a comment but she stayed silent, curious, and listened more attentively.

So I guess she wanted to hear the whole story before she said anything so I

proceeded to tell the rest of the story.

“So when I got here, nothing much changed with how I think, Just going with how the flow usually goes, not much happening around me or so I thought.

Then I met you”.

The pain that I could feel just from her stare were replaced with some sort of a “sparkle”. A sparkle in her eyes as if she couldn't believe what I was saying was true so I reassured her that my feelings are true.

“Believe me when I say this but when we met, I actually caught feelings for you.

To be honest, I wanted to admit first for once but before I planned to, I wanted to know more of you until we got close but you were the first to make a move so when I told you I liked you too, it was real.

You might have not been the first but I'd rather make you my last.

I know, I know, if I was serious then I shouldn't have been such a jerk to you".

She nodded slowly while smirking as if she was saying, “Definitely, such a jerk move".

“...But by loving you, I also don't want to hurt you more because of what I was supposed to tell you."

Now here's the hard part, because I know that because of her, I might even change my mind about this...

She was also at the edge of her seat waiting for me to continue, to finally make things clear.

Well... here goes nothing...

“And it was supposed to be me saying goodbye...”

That last part kinda hurt me more than I expected it would.

She was both shocked and confused as to what I meant by it.

“...This year, they told me we were leaving, and again I doubted them thinking it would be like the other years where we didn't actually get to go. But still, this definitely was all my fault because they cleared that all out to me that they were serious this time but like I said, I already caught feelings for you so I took a stupid risk thinking that they might change their minds and move it to another year so I could spend more time with you... But it was official, we were leaving after I finished 7th grade so I just thought ignoring you could make you forget about me...”

And that was the last of it, I just apologized again now hearing the stupid decisions I made.

She came in for a tight hug and told me...

“I forgive you”

Then she hugged me tighter after saying those words while I hugged her back.

It was like we were back to the beginning, as if I didn't do those stupid things I did.

I can't believe she forgave me that easily but I know I still need to make it up to her before I leave...

But things began to look blurry like my sight, I was afraid of what was happening but then I snapped out of it and apparently none of those things happened, I've been imagining it this whole time!

I haven't talked nor apologized to her yet...

A minute later, class began and I decided to speak to her later this recess or lunch like the way I did it inside my head.

As I look behind her, I see one of our classmates who sits next to her come and greet her with a smile as he sat down. It bothered me a little but when she smiled so brightly back at him, it felt different.

Ugh, enough of that. I'm already planning to say sorry and be friends again and that's what matters for now, I shouldn't overthink this just because a good looking dude who sat next to her greeted and smiled at her.

They probably aren't even close, she just had no choice but to talk to that dude because they're seatmates.

What am I even saying here? I should be happy because today is the day I fix this whole mess I've made. But why is it even bothering me that much??

He probably isn't even Maya's type. In fact, she might not even go out with him even if the world was ending!

What??

What am I even saying??

“I'm hopeful that our hearts will start to mend,

But something tells me this isn't the end”