Art (Point of view)
....hayyyy (i sigh)...i did'nt asked her name...
Maybe next time....
we will met again.....
I have this urged feeling that we will be a good friends.....like with sophie.....yes!! you read it right... Sophie is just a friend of mine nothing more and nothing less...i know that sophie is have crush on me...or maybe she loved me.....i don't know all i know is she has a special attraction to me based on her gestures....she's so clingy to me...
But sad to say ,,i don't love her ..because i love Ali....Yes...Me,Ali, ang Sophie are chilhood bestfriends.....but.....Ali is left us with no words....
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.I'm so wasted that time........
~~~~~~~~~~FLASH BACK~~~~~~~~~~
Son,,,Art please open the door!!!.....
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I open the door and i hug my mom..
Mom.*sob*...please..tell me w-where's Ali!!!(I said while crying ).....Mom!! I love Ali ....so much!!!!!!Mom i'm begging you....
Son,, im so sorry but i don't know where's Ali....(she said with a worried tone)..
"Son..if i we're you ,,i'm going to move on...for now...,if you two are mean't to be.....destiny will have a plan to the both of you...if it is not now maybe in the future"
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So because of that ...i realized that she's right,so all i do after that situation is to "go with the flow"..
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Sophie(point of view)
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I saw Art in the hallway...carrying a girl..(bridal style)..i did'nt see the face of the girl because i'm in there back.....
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I decided to follow them.,ang i saw them enter the clinic...so i just stay here outside..and wait for them..
After a couple of minutes.... I see Art close the door..so i call him.
"Art!!"
"Ohh,,,Sophie,,what are you doing here?"
"Uhmm nothing just waiting for you!,,so how about you? what are you doing here!?,,,do you have a fever"
"Hahhga no! I don't have a fever,,i just send someone here because i accidentally bumped her in the hallway and it caused it sprain to her ankle"
"Ohhhhh....so im here to said to you that tito Mike...invite me to you're house to have a dinner...tito said that i can join to you going home to you're house"
"It's okay to me....so let's go"
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