Pree
“Alright. You want to talk, right? Then let’s talk,” I say as I approach him. He is standing under the white and purple Bouganvillier tree with his arms folded across his chest. I know it is only a coincidence. But for some reason, it makes me think of how his heart is the same as that flower.
Light-weighted and dry.
It makes me wonder if there is a drop of blood in his heart. I want to know if it can feel the pain the way mine does. If it can, then how did he do that to me so cold-blooded?
If he wants to date Mia, the least he can do is tell me he wants to end our relationship.
Or maybe... he is?
Is this why we are meeting here right now? Because he wants to break up with me?
“I’m sorry, Pree.” He turns around after hearing my voice.
His expression is exactly what I expected.
