NEIL
"I'm jealous. I'm still jealous."
The words came automatically before I could stop myself. Nobody's more shocked of this than I am. where the hell did those words come from?
Dana raised her right eyebrow, a sign of disbelief and doubt. Her eyes were made of stone, waiting for me to say something… but I did not. I cannot risk another spill of weakness leaving my body.
"I think it's time for you to leave, Neil Castro. I have a deadline to meet."
She said, picking up her eyeglasses and wiping the lenses. It was still the same rectangular glasses she use, only with newer lenses. She brought that glasses frame from France, right after our college graduation and well, she liked it very much that she only changes the lenses, never the frame. And I hate that I still remember these tiny details about her.
