One Last Time

an idea: you are a bulletproof girl. Amanda Beth is a common girl, like many common girls. She's being loved by everyone and being hate by some people, too. Amanda is a high school girl with even lower average skills. We have to admit not everyone's smart and not everyone have to be good. So, Amanda gets into a genk, so tho she's stupid, she is saved, not being in bully around the school. She's one of the bully. But, that's not her. Whenever her bad friends are leaving her alone, she's trying to be friend with the bullied ones. She's helping the victims like in ninja ways. As I told you before, she's being loved by everyone, too, right? Amanda is helping them with spreading good things about them rather than against her own friends when the bullying's around. She's doing that for win-win solution and seriously, no ones really feel bad about it. Everyone needs her, but inside of Amanda, she thinks herself as a coward. who thinks
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Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

What Cost Me

 I fell fast asleep.

Then, I heard birds chirping. Slowly I opened my eyes. I still feel heavy. But I can see around me. He fell asleep in the chair right next to the bed. I kept holding his hand all night.

He woke up.

"...water." I say.

He immediately helped me sit on the bed and he gave me a drink. I drank a lot of water. I smiled at him and he gave me another drink. I drank the water until it was gone.

"Alright. Enough."

"You're dehydrated. You need to drink a lot."

"How do you know?"

"I just know the doctor gave you a lot of medicine and you must be dehydrated. You need to drink a lot."

"Good." He gave me another glass of water. I drank it all over again.

"You drink it until it spills. Your lips are smudged...." he said. 

His hand touched my lips. 

We didn't know what we were doing.

Our faces were so close, we unconsciously kissed. I laughed and immediately pushed him, "Enough."

"No." He kept kissing me, "Not until you feel alright."

"I am."

"Are you sure?"

"I am, now."

He didn't speak and kept kissing me.

"Alright." He quickly got up and straightened his clothes. "I'm going back to my house."

"Of course. I'm sorry for making you stay here overnight."

"My parents will understand." he said. He walked backwards, "You should be fine while I'm gone."

"I will."

He walked out and opened the door. 

A man is there. 

He entered the room with the door open, just standing by the door.

"I heard you were sick last night." He said right in front both of us.

"Yes. My body was indeed weak last night." That was all I could say, "I got help and went back home."

"Yes, I can see it. How are you doing now?"

"I feel better."

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm thinking of extending my staying here."

"You are?"

"Yes. I hope we can still greet each other and see each other."

He left quickly without turning around. 

My heart hurts again. This heartbreak is killing me.

Now, there's nothing I can do. I am between two.

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