More Than Puzzled

David’s P.O.V.

Two months had passed, and yet, we were still living in the same scenario. Helena kept on doing her different walkout stunts whenever I tried to approach her. It felt like we came back to what we were last year—right after she transferred to our school.

Now, it felt like we were just strangers as we had been before. A rapid pang of pain had struck my chest at the thought. It gradually made me weak, and loneliness was slowly killing me.

Gone were the days where she looked at me with sparks in her green eyes. No matter how I put myself into it, or no matter how much I tried to convince myself that everything would soon be okay, Helena was refraining herself from talking to me.

I was yet to open my mouth, and there she was, already evading her stares. I was yet to take a step forward, but she was ready to step backward or even away from me.