I unfastened my seatbelt seconds after his car arrived in front of my house. I glance at Clyde. He tore his eyes off the windshield just in time to look at me. He planted a timid smile on his lips and he lightly move his head that is asking me to walk straight inside of the black gate of my parent's house.
That is my plan. I snatch my satchel bag from my lap and hangs the strap of it around my shoulder. I opened the door to my side. Before I close it. I lowered my head to see him for the last time and wave my hands goodbye before I closed it. My feet move on their own to bring me in front of the gate.
Our security guards opened the entrance for me. Instead of walking straight inside like how I planned it on my head. I find myself looking back at him. For the second time. I raise my han
