"Nath, I'm tired. I'll go to Nadya first, okay?" Dinda immediately let go of Nathan's hand. Then she ran away from her boyfriend. Nathan could only be stunned when his lover's soft hand released from his grip. His breath hitched as if the writing would be forever gone. Nathan looked down, and then he slammed his bag on the grass, then he cursed repeatedly. Nathan sat up, and his brain seemed unable to function until a hand reached out to him.
"Dinda..." Nathan lifted his face, hoping that it was Dinda's hand. But when he looked again, it was not Dinda's hand. Dinda's fingers are slender and long, reddish-white. Dinda has never had the name lengthening her nails. This… not Dinda.
