~Pricsilla~(July 21 2019)
"Huuuhhh!!! this choker is made of pure jade! worth a lot of money! Moreover it's finely crafted! Who would give it away for free?!", exclaimed my uncle.
He was a goldsmith, a fat man with pretty long beard (not handsome at all).
"Tell me, which idiot gave it, Prisy? He must be having lots more! we'll become rich!!"
"That guy won it in a wrestling competition. And he's not an idiot! he's so sweet! Maybe... A little dumb for his age...", I rolled my eyes.
"Well if he has won it, why would he give it to you? Maybe he likes you! Go hang around with him, he might be pretty rich!!", his eyes gleamed greedily.
"Stop! Stop exaggerating! We've just met each other a few times. How can he like me? Just forget it."
I left the room, a little frustrated from what he said. How can he be so greedy?!
I decided to call my friend (Jennifer) and go to a nearby mall.She stayed in the next room of this hotel.
"Why did you bring me to a mall if you're not gonna buy anything?", Jenna asked, a little puzzled.
"I needed a break from that old man. I just can't stand him."
I told her about my uncle's conversation.
"Is it about that choker? The one that cute guy gave..?"
"Yes"
"Well nobody would give a jade choker for free, maybe he really likes you!"
"It's that stupid old man's idiotic theory, you dummy! He wants me to be with him so he could profit!"
"Fine fine. Let's go back, it's getting pretty late."
On our way back there was a huge crowd gathered on the pathway. I tried to ignore it and continue walking, but you know, curiosity. So I got there to take a peek.
There was a car that hit a small bench. An accident I guess.
There was blood too! The car must have hit the person sitting on the bench.
"Why isn't anybody calling the ambulance?!", I heard someone shout.
Wait... No one called the ambulance?! No one cared about a life?! What the hell is wrong with this society?! People only care about taking pictures of the victim, that too to get themselves some 'popularity' in social media?!
I quickly took my phone out to call the ambulance.
The ambulance came in no time, thankfully. They carefully moved the car and lifted the victim, who rather seemed familiar. Very familiar, like we've been together for years.
"I heard that he was a tourist, poor fellow."
"Yeah... He rather looks young."
Damn these people! Always gossiping!
Upon a closer look I recognised the person, even though, his face was covered in blood. It was that CUTE GUY!!
"Ummm.. Excuse me? Excuse me! Which hospital will you be taking him", I asked a nurse.
"Hospital Maria Rosaria", she said.
I took my friend back to the hotel and then caught a cab and left to the hospital Maria Rosaria, to check on him. Not because I liked him or anything. But because I felt I knew him more than what I thought I did.
He was very familiar. It's just like Deja vu.