Date

I was immediately depressed when I saw who was the person waiting for me. I can't quite imagine that he immediately sent me that message. I missed other people around me because of him. I hoped, it was him but I was wrong. I was wrong again.

I wanted to stop my feet wherever I was now but my feet deliberately carried me to where the man in front of me was standing now. He was still handsome for me. I love him before, yes. But I doesn't mean I love him right now. All the pain passes and all the feeling just disappears suddenly. Without you being aware.

I did not speak. Our eyes remained fighting. I remained standing and so did he. I weigh in on whether our bodies still react when they are with each other. It was a few seconds before his hand rose to reach my face but I quickly sat down so it was left in the air. I put my purse on the table before prompting the waiter to come over. I only ordered drinks because I lost my appetite. Depressing. I hoped it was him but I was wrong. And I also couldn't understand why he was immediately on my mind.

He sneezed before sitting down. He surveys my body. But I feel nothing. But when Langford looked at me I was taken aback. I wish I was beautiful in the sight of him. Only in his sight and not in others.

"You look lovely," he said. He was still looking at me. Our last meet was not good. But I don't know why he's here and facing me now. I want to roll my eyes at him but he might just get angry and cause a scandal in front of me and a lot of people.

"It doesn't change." I replied.

He laughed. My drink order arrived and I immediately gave him a sip before returning the bored look to him. I wish I could sleep now or I'll do my skin care routine. I said in my mind.

"Are you expecting anyone, other than me?" he asked.

"I don't expect something right now." I beamed. It was hard but somehow it alleviated my feelings. "Why did you invite me here?"

He folded both hands before looking at me again. "Answer my question first." he demanded.

"I already did, Marxie. What else do you want?" I couldn't help but be annoyed with him.

"Its a yes or a no, Kane. What's hard to say there?"

"I said, I don't expect something right now. Isn't that enough?" I replied. Feeling annoyed.

"When you saw me earlier, your expression seemed different. I feel sad. You're expecting something, do you?" he carved. I almost rolled my eyes at him but I just held back.

"What if I am? I didn't recognize you by the way. You texted me, yes. But it doesn't change the fact I thought I was going to meet a stranger." I said.

"You're calling me stranger now. After those years, Kane. We share everything if you can't remember. Your hug, your kisses-"

"Stop," Any minute right now I'm going to lose my tempered to this guy. I don't want to ruin my outfit and be in trouble because it's him. My ex. I admit he's my first in everything. We share when our relationship was still there. But that doesn't matter anymore because now it's gone. It will just remain the ala ala that we once built together.

"What are you implying?" I asked.

He laughed. But this time I know it's fake. I may be cause of any trouble but this is what I hate the most. Seeing people who's trying to be okay in front of a person who's doing the same thing.

"This Dinner is for my last date with you, Kane. But please let me call you babe." He looked at me. Asking permission.

I did not answer. I kept looking at him and immediately let go of that as well.

"I decided to move my place far away from you. I may be stupid but I understand your decision that time. Just now everything sinks in on me. Everything you said before. It was at the club that we met and ... with that fucking- "

"Don't ever say that." I warned him.

"Fine. So I can call you babe now?" I still didn't answer. "For last. Please, Kane. You're my love before. I just want to hug you right now. And kiss you." There I averted my eyes.

"When will you move out?" I asked. Never minding his plea.

"Tomorrow," he simply said.

"Tomorrow ?!" He nodded. "You should packed up your things! You might get sick tomorrow." I said.

"You really want me to leave, no?" I was immediately stunned.

"Yeah. Not because for myself but its for your own good for moving on. As you see me here I know you can't do that. You should move out and give time for yourself, Marxie. We can still see each other in the future. " I said.

"I'm not moving out yet but I already feel my farewell to you, Babe." He laughed a bit. His lips we're red because of the wine he drank.

"Don't call me that. I cringe." I said irritated.

"I'm sorry, babe." my face immediately went worse. I rolled my eyes at him. I cross my hands over my chest.

"Last. Can you please smile for me? And be happy for tonight with me, please? Even just now, Kane. Please let yourself be happy with me."

"My happiness doesn't demand by a people, Marxie. My happiness is free. If I'm happy right now, I am. If not, don't force it."

He stiffened. He was a little hurt by what was said but he recovered immediately and smiled in front of me. What a pretender. Nothing changed. He is still the same. We are still the same. I laughed in my mind. We also have some understandings somehow.

Here maybe we reconciled so we lasted a few years. I was the pretender to be good when I'm with him. And I have him, who was pretending to be nice to me, even though he was suffocated. Damn. I take back what I told him he was toxic. I just realized, it was me.

Sometimes I can just make you wonder why you loved someone. Once you became an ex first, you were feeling remorseful, because you loved him. Why do I love him, that's how he behaves. But for me, I don't focus on that. There I focused on the lesson I learned before we broke up. Everything is finite. Not everything is permanent. Everything hurts.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing makes you remain is yourself. That also sometimes disappears in a person. You want what you used to be, you want everything back to you but, it's over. It happened.

Acceptance is the only key for moving on.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to go home?" he asked. I nodded. "I'll drive you." I didn't answer and I immediately took my purse and he followed.

I hadn't even taken a step when he passed my wrist and he pressed my body to his. His hands now on my waist.

"Let's go." he said. He just stared straight ahead while there was a smile on his lips.

Fine. He's leaving tomorrow. I can deal with him tonight.

"Fine." I stopped walking and so did he. Obviously confused by what I said.

"Call me, babe. For the last time with you. I'll be happy." With that, he moved closer to me. This time I was the one who stiffened. I didn't move. He's touched made me uncomfortable. He looked at my eyes. I was weak. Fuck. I really love him before. I love this man before. But it will not happen anymore.

"Can I kiss you?" He straightened the strand of my hair and pinned it to my ear. I followed the look with his hand. When he stopped I looked back at him again. He looked at my eyes again. Down to my nose and then, to my lips. He licked his lower lip so it read. Fuck.

The lights were reflected in his eyes. He cupped my face. Even though I couldn't answer, I could feel his lips on mine.

Should I response? Damn it.

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