PrincesAuntum

My encounter with him was a blessing because he showed me another side of this world that I have not seen before. Our acquaintance was a joyful one because he transformed me into a flawless girl despite having a number of imperfections myself. I was, by no means, a quintessential girl. I was an eyesore to everyone. Even so, had I been able to turn back the hands of time, I would prevent our existence from being known to each other. There were so many things that I have lost because of him. He was a boy that would always be in my memory. I would never bury my hatchet.

UNFORGIVEN BOY (ENG)

"Where's Ricky, Lam?" Lala whispered, half-elbowing my arm.

I rubbed my cheek roughly with my arm, then curled my face so I could look at Lala. Her eyebrows rose, along with her shoulders. As if to indicate, if he did not see Ricky's figure around here.

I cast my eyes at the cemetery, but the crowd was so crowded I couldn't see where Ricky was. Until finally, I backed off... and stepped out of the crowd of people dressed in black. Again, I spread my eyes to find a person named Ricky. Looking for someone who must be really devastated right now.

"Nilam! Patchouli!" the voice buzzed in my ears. There was Genta there, half running he waved at me.

I immediately approached him, from the outside of the cemetery he looked disheveled. What happened? Did something happen without me knowing?

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