You Don't Look Okay To Me

NOVEMBER 15, 1999. My last day and also my first day in earth. How ironic.

Dad is indeed not present during my mom's delivery. So me and the driver brought her to the nearest hospital and I can feel a bit dizziness. The last thing I remember I lost my consciousness.

(YEAR 2018)

"MIELLE!" I heard a voice. I felt a hand holds my shoulder and guided me as a stand on my knees.

"What happened? I run as fast as I can as I heard you shout! Tell me!"

I roamed my eyes in the surroundings and I'm still in the library! Students were all over me.

I turned my head to the owner of the voice. It's Veronica!

"Mielle?" She sounds so worried.

"I'm okay." I smile at her. So now I'm back.

"Are you sure?"

I smile and nod at her as a response.

"ARE YOU sure you're okay?" Veronica asked for how many times.

I just nod and smile.

"You don't look okay to me." She's confused.

But I understand. I just asked her to have lunch with me. I usually don't do that but now I realized that I should treat her right.

"You look surprised, that's what friends usually do right? Don't you want to be my friend?" I act as if that really upsets me well in fact it doesn't. I want her to believe me that I'm sincere with my words.

Her eyes widen, amusement is visible.

"Really? Sure! I mean I want to be friends with you since then. You're not kidding right?"

"Hmm." I said with a nod and a smile that reached my eyes.

"Thank you Mielle!" She sounds so happy as she hugged me.

I hugged her back.