SOPHIA
I don’t understand what’s going on in my life. First, I saw my childhood best friend, then I saw Saad and now . . . him.
Daniel Chang.
It’s weird seeing him again. There is that loss of excitement and dumb love. As I look at him, I just see a guy. A good looking one, but he has lost his appeal. Kind of like a new item that looks okay after it has sat in the cupboard for too long.
He stands in the middle of the stage, that cold expression still on his face. I see the way people look at him, awed by the difference of his features, by his colour.
I suck in a deep breath and try to pull the brakes on my rapidly escalating catastrophic thoughts. A floodtide of restless feelings clutter my heart.
I hate the fact that he knows that I once liked him. He must think of me a little girl
