Chapter One hundred five: Hating the truth

~~~Here I am playing with those memories again and just when I thought time had set me free, those thoughts of you keep taunting me. Holding you, a feeling I never outgrew. Though each and every part of has tried, but only you can fill that space inside. So there's no sense pretending, my heart is not mending~~~

-Nina Girado-

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I sat down next to her and watched her cry even though I'm still confused about the reason why. I leaned back against my seat and watched her in silence. Seeing how devastated she was at the moment, I never tried to ask her nor open my mouth to talk to her. I know she'll open up to me when she's ready, so I've decided to wait until she calms down.