Chapter 3: Scars of the Past

"You got into a fight again! When will you stop being like this? Fix your life, Sebastian. Stop with the nonsense, and stop making fights your priority," she scolded me while stitching up the wound on my arm.

She's Amelia Salazar, a doctor and a friend of mine. Actually, she's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up because we weren't compatible with each other. We met at a bar when she was also rebelling against her parents, which is why we initially clicked. We felt the same way, going through similar struggles, and we became each other's comfort. Back then, we only cared about doing what we wanted, even if it wasn't good for us. We didn't think about the consequences of our actions. It was as if life was just a game for us.

But as they say, nothing lasts forever. Amelia decided to go back to her family, straighten herself out, and focus on her studies. She left me; she chose to become a better person and a good daughter—something I couldn't do.

But I admire her for being caring, not just to me but also to Alex and Nathan. She became part of our group.

She's always the one Alex calls whenever I have a serious injury from one of my fights. And she's five years older than me.

I grabbed the bottle of beer and took a swig while watching her.

"It's my hobby!"

"Hobby? So, getting deep wounds is a hobby now?" She cut the thread and looked at me seriously.

"Can we please change the topic?" I placed the bottle on the table, stroked her face down to her lips, and kissed her softly.

I pulled her onto my lap, letting my hand wander along her leg, caressing and squeezing gently.

I lowered my kisses to her neck, but she immediately pushed me away.

"Stop!"

She got off my lap and fixed herself.

"Oh! Sorry. I forgot you already have a boyfriend," I said sarcastically.

"If I had listened to you back then and fixed my life, do you think we'd still be together now?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed the bandage and wrapped it around my wound. After that, she packed up her things.

I don't know why I said those words. They just came out of my mouth.

"Drink your medicine," she said before leaving.

I smiled bitterly. Whether I admit it or not, she's the first girl I ever loved.

I was left alone, sitting on the sofa. I grabbed the beer bottle again and drank it down until it was empty.

I threw the empty bottle aside, stood up, put on a T-shirt, and left the house. Since I had left my motorcycle at the university, I walked from our hangout spot to the main road where vehicles passed.

I flagged down a taxi and rode it to the university.