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“Hey! That’s mine!” I said while running after Shivaay.
He got my phone from me, and now I’m running like a complete idiot here.
Of all the things I possess, it was my phone he hasn’t touched… ever. That was the only thing which I can consider JUST mine.
“Shivaay! Give that back to me!” I shouted as I try to run faster.
“You should catch me!” he teased.
We were running around the football field. He was starting to browse stuffs from my phone. Oh my gosh. He might see some things related to him.
“Shivaay Singh Oberoi!” I shouted.
“Here I go at the… ‘My Personal Diary!'” he said.
I ran faster.
“NO!” I said.
He chuckled. Suddenly, I felt like crying. Tears stream. I can see him focused on my phone. My knees fainted. He can’t read that. He… just can’t.
“Go and catch me, An–Annika?! Hey, uhh,” he said as he walk towards me.
I tried to stop the tears, and smile.
“Hey, look, I’m sorry,” he said as he pokes me.
“No, I’m fine. I’m just exaggerating,” I replied while wiping away the tears.
“I didn’t read anything, I promise,” he said in the most thoughtful voice.
I felt a sort of relief from what he said and smiled.
“Sorry,” I told him.
He shook his head.
“It was my fault,” he stated.
He stretched out his arms, and helped me stand up. He handed my phone and mouthed a ‘Sorry’.
“Let’s eat ice cream!” he suggested.
He really knows how to make me smile and brighten up my day. Ice cream is my only cure for bad vibes.
We walked side by side going to one of my favorite places here, the ice cream parlor between the football field and the park.
We each grabbed a cup, and started filling it up. We paid for it, and sat on tall chairs near the counter.
“I missed this,” I said.
“The ice cream?” he asked jokingly.
“Partly, yes. And you know, eating it with you,” I replied.
“Yeah, me too,” he replied while nodding, “and I’ll miss this.”
I frowned at his last sentence. Why does he have to always say that thing?! Why does he have to always remind me that he’s leaving?! Why is it that every time I am happy… he has to ruin it?!?! Really, why doesn’t he care about how I feel… especially about how I feel towards him.
It’s short, I know. I have to compress the chapter because I don’t have much time, sorry. I’ve been busy and always out these days.
I need to finish this story this week. This has like 3 more chapters left.
Hope you still liked it, though.
Comment, I really need suggestions. They’ll mean so much, especially about how you want it to end.
Thank you for reading. 🙂
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