All eyes were on me...or rather I should say, all of their eyes were looking at us.
That was natural though... since I was walking with the most beautiful person in our school. Who would think a guy like me would walk in the same path along with a beauty such as this girl.
Not only that, the truth was we started dating a couple of weeks ago. But I preferred not to spill who was the one that confessed and who was the one who accept the confession. Since it were to say it, there's no such thing as that occurred between us. No, maybe there was but...
Her hand was in mine and our fingers were laced with each other. It always reminded me how smooth, but at the same time, frail his hands were, as if she'd never done a single choir in her whole life.
Her black ponytailed hair always danced elegantly every time she move. It was the first thing that crossed my mind whenever I think about her. Pairing with her black hair was her pale white skin.
Out of all the male students of our school, and out of all who admired her, she chose me. She said that we're both the same... I and she were the same.
As we continued weaving our way, the large crowd grew thin until just the two of us were left in sight. We released our fingers and peeled our hands from each other. Without saying a word, we parted away.
Not a single goodbye and not looking back, we walked to our designated classrooms. That one was also normal. I was used to it by now. That's because—
“Oh, you're late again!”
“I'm sorry, I walked with Achi today so...”
“I'm jealous... she's robbing my friend away from me.”
“Shut up. We all know that you have a lot of girls in your pocket so you don't need a guy like me. I'm straight too.”
“Hahahaha, you're right.”
“You didn't change, even now you are still a playboy, hahaha”
—we're both cowards...
She who deeply loves a trash playboy, and I, who decided not to love and trust a girl again. We're both lonely and we're both suffering... that's why we decided to be with each other. To comfort each other even though there's no romantic feeling...just a sense of obligation.
