My chest tightened as I remembered the memories we spent with each other.
We were high school sweethearts. He wasn't my first boyfriend, but he made me forget that I ever dated other people before him. He treated me better than anyone else... He treated me right. He did everything to make me happy. He gave me comfort when no one else could and was always by my side whenever I needed someone to lean on. He gave me a different kind of happiness and loved me faithfully for seven years... at least I thought he did.
I still can't seem to process what I saw earlier. I never imagined that a man like Andre would cheat on me. In all the years that I've known him, that kind of thought was something I could never think of.
Even if I had listened to his explanation, how could I ever believe him when I saw him trying to put his dick inside that woman? He was even moaning in pleasure from it!
My chest tightened and I felt my tears rolling down my cheeks.
Ah... No matter how hard I try to stop myself from crying over him, my tears would rebel and start falling instead.
I sobbed as I covered my face with my hands, not minding what other people might think of me.
It just... hurts. It hurts so much.
Where did I go wrong? Did I do something for him to cheat on me? Was I lacking in any way? If I was, he should have just told me about my shortcomings so I could make up for them... Why did things end up this way?
I loved him with all my heart and gave him everything I had, even rebelling against my father's decisions for me. I did everything in my power to make him happy... to keep him happy... But this is what I get for everything I did?
It... It was my mistake for expecting something from him but I... I still had faith in him and I didn't picture him as someone who'd cheat on me.
Haaa... I don't understand how I feel right now. I'm mad and sad at the same time. I'm being so bipolar right now. One moment, I'm cursing him and after that, I'm crying over him again.
My whole face felt damp because my tears had spread on my face, so I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand.
I should probably just... swallow my tears and never cry over him again. Yeah... I should do that.
Suddenly, a handkerchief was handed in front of me. It came from the person beside me, so before I took the hanky, I looked at him first.
He was wearing a mask and he also had a sad look in his eyes. Even though he had that look in his eyes, they were smiling at me as if he was trying to comfort me. His hair was ash brown and was slightly wavy. Just from his eyes and hair, I immediately knew who it was.
Oh... it's him.
I hesitated whether I should take his handkerchief or not. When I took it from his hand, he spoke. "It's not dirty. You can use it." I looked away from him and said, "Thanks," before wiping my tears.
We were both quiet the whole time we sat next to each other. "Are you done crying? You can cry some more if it makes you feel better," he said as he stared blankly at the blue sky. Instead of answering his question, it made me wonder why he never asked why I was crying. Most people would do that, right?
"Why... Why are you not asking me why I was crying?" I asked, having second thoughts whether I should continue my sentence or not. "It's none of my business," he said and looked at me.
I faced forward and we were quiet one again. Somehow, the awkwardness made me forget what happened to me earlier. It's strange.
"Hey..."
"Yes?" I said as I turned my head to look at him. "Do you recognize me?" He said as he turned his head to look at me too.
His eyes trembled as our eyes met and looked away immediately. I smiled a little and said, "I do."
"Hey." I looked at him again as I waited for him to continue. "Are you coming back here tomorrow?" He asked. "Huh?" Why is he asking me that? I don't understand. "Never mind. You can keep my handkerchief. I have to leave now," he said and left in a hurry without even waiting for me to speak again.
I was left there dumbfounded. What's up with him? Is he mental?
I looked at his handkerchief and smiled a little.
"Thank you..." I whispered to myself and watched his back disappear as he walked further away from me.
"Thank you, Mikael..."
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW:
'I must be insane. I shouldn't have walked to him like that. Why did I even do that?'
Several thoughts were running on his mind as he walked to his car. He tried to think of a reason as to why he tried to comfort Daryl, but he couldn't think of any. He wasn't even the type of person who'd help a someone like that.
Although this wasn't the first time they had met, he still thought that it was strange for him to feel the need to console him like that.
As awkward as he was earlier, he was actually trying his best to make him feel better.
He sighed.
He looked around to see if there was anyone nearby and when he saw that there was no one, he removed his mask and put it inside his pocket.
'It should be alright for me to remove this now.'
He walked faster to his car and to his surprise, a slightly chubby man with glasses was standing beside it.
"You're here."