Waving At Her

David’s P.O.V.

We enjoyed teasing each other until time passed by. No one had ever surrendered, but Helena had always been easily angered. If she doesn’t throw a pillow, she would approach me, then spank me on my arms or shoulders without even saying a word.

It was almost dinner time when we heard an alarm which signaled us that her father already parked his car at their garage. With the high extent to how we argued and debated with each other over school stuff and other things, we did not even notice the opening and closing of their large gate, along with the sound of the moving car on their long driveway.

Wait, why do I have this sudden feeling of sadness when I realize that it’s already time for me to leave?

“Hi, Dad!” Helena kissed her father’s cheek while I only bowed my head as a sign of respect.