Pree
Al didn’t call or text me last weekend. Not that I waited for his call, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t check my phone more often than I usually did. Still, it was silent as death.
But come to think of it, it was a good thing. At least I had time to make peace with my heart and prepared for today—the day that was unlike any Monday.
It is the day I will make a decision that will shred my heart into pieces. I may regret it. But I believe it will be less.
If I don’t do this, I will regret it and feel guilty for the rest of my life.
Walking into class later than my usual arriving time, the entire room is already buzzing with noises as students chat with each other. The direction my eyes turn to the right when I am inside is his seat.
And like I have predicted, Al is already
