Are Five Days Enough?

Does He Regret It?

❝ I lost someone who didn't care about me. you lost someone who would've done anything for you  ❞

09|  Does He Regret It ?

Aviana Sanchez |

| Day 1: 8 January, 10.25 am |

"Alright everyone listen up! I'm Instructor Adrian and I am one of the instructors leading this camp. For the next five days, you will be camping out here on this offshore island for the next five days with your watch mates. 

All your phones, electronic devices will be confiscated by your respective instructors at the base camp. There are three watches inside here and four have already landed at our base camp. Another seven are headed towards Camp 2. 

We have five minutes till we reach the dock at Camp 1, so gather all your things and be ready to get off everyone," Instructor Adrian's voice reverberated throughout the entire ferry.

The first few rows of students filed out and it was our turn to exit the ferry. 

"Be careful, there's a step." Matthia pulled me back against his body. 

I look there was a step between the ferry and the dock platform and there was a gap that might just let me fall into the sea. My eyes widened in shock. 

"I would have drowned, thank you," I smile at Matthia in gratitude. 

"Next time, focus on what's in front of you Aviana," Matthia ruffled my hair.

Andre Serrano |

Isaiah's eyes flickered up to mine as if he was searching for something in them. Too bad my eyes only reflect yourself, my emotions were locked away from people. I suffered with them and showing them is a weakness because the world is cruel in that way. 

And, I hate what most people show: pity. 

I hated it. 

Only my mother never had shown me pity. She always felt concerned. She was the most caring and understanding person I knew.

And her.

But the day I signed those few sheets of paper in front of him, I saw the one emotion I never wanted to see from my mother. 

Disappointment. 

I disappointed her. 

That was one thing I couldn't take especially from my mother. 

The one person who either was happy or concerned about me all the time and said, "Your decision was right.", held an emotion that stabbed me. 

I remember clearly what my mother said to me that day, "You didn't choose to protect her by fighting for her beside her, you chose to leave her and play by the rules of your father. You've disappointed me, Andre." 

She didn't even call me babyboy, she called me by name. I knew I messed up. 

I lost my mother, I lost the girl I loved. I lost the two most precious people in my life all at once.

... 

"Andre, do you think they are dating? I think they are." The chick, I think her name was Nisrina, came up to me and whispered pointing at Aviana and that boy.

"I think so too, they look so in love," Isaiah commented.

"Shut up the both of you," I mutter angrily. 

"Geez, what's got your panties in a twist?" Nisrina chuckled. I shoot a sharp glare at her.

I felt my fist clench and my jaw tick just by looking at how close they are. Matthia has his arm on her shoulder and she was laughing at something he was saying and light shade of pink had flushed her cheeks.

I missed her laugh, her smiles, her blush. At one point in time, it had all been for me. Now, it was for him.

I miss her. I miss the girl I love.

Aviana Sanchez |

I could feel someone glaring daggers into my head. I turned around and saw Andre looking between me and Matthia.

 Matthia's eyes flickered from me to the boy that was standing a few feet away from us. He flashed a small smirk at him before looking back at me. 

The arm he had slung around my shoulder was now at my waist and yanked me closer to him. His face was now a few inches away from mine.

"What are you up to Matt?" I narrowed my eyes at the cunning Korean boy.

"You see the boy over there is jealous. You can almost see him trying to control himself from walking over here and punching me square in the face." Matthia's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"You know you are playing with fire right?" I asked as I slightly peeked to see Andre.

"You are going to get killed," I whisper-yell at Matthia.

Matthia, not even listening to what I said two seconds ago, proceeded to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and give one of those dazzling smiles.

Anyone who might be seeing may think it is couples' affection but hell no, it was to start a war.

"I love you Matt and I don't want you to die today."

"I won't, and do you know why? He has no right to call you his anymore." Matthia winked before standing up straight and looking in front like he just didn't do anything at all to aggravate the blue-eyed boy.

Do you think it aggravated him?

If it aggravated him, that means he likes you and if he likes you it means he wouldn't have left you. My subconscious bit back.

I think I'm just misunderstanding the situation too much for my own good.

One question has haunted my mind and tore me apart for one whole year.

Does he regret it, regret us? 

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love, L