"What? You don't have a boyfriend, do you? So, are you into girls?" Lucy asked, her eyes twinkling. She seemed genuinely curious about me.
"No, "I said, putting an end to her smile.
"Then?" She had a pitying expression on her face as she gazed at me.
I came to a complete stop when I heard her. 'Then? So, what's next? Does love exist?'
Paul's vision pops out of nowhere in my mind. My heart, though, ached unpredictably.
"I don't believe in love. That's why I'm single." After a long breath, I said.
Lucy gave me a long look before saying, with a friendly smile, "You don't seem to fall in love often. But you'll know how it feels when you fall. "
I smiled and shifted my focus to my breakfast. 'I'm not interested in knowing how it feels. Because I know how it feels, there is only pain. No,
