Wish I said it sooner...
“It was as usual of a day; I woke up and headed to my work as usual. Got some stuff done at the office and finished my university assignments. I was quite proud of myself. Until. I was walking the same path, reminded of you. Those giggles echoed in my ears. Your smile burnt an image so unforgettable in my eyes. The park bench is empty where we once hung out. Everything is so empty with you gone. I couldn’t sleep. I rolled around in the bed and tried a glass of wine or two, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t help but call you here. So, tell me about your days?” “They are quite alright,” she replied. “I’m just sorry.” “For what?” She asked. “Everything. You were right, you know? I was indeed a brat.” “Oh please, I said that in anger. I didn’t mean it.” “Well, it was true.” “K...” she sighed. “I remember everything, the way I saw it back then was just biased. I felt angry, a victim of injustice. I was selfish, self-centred, straight up an asshole, to you and them.” “It’s in the past, K...