The wind blew past me and my hair waved in front of my eyes as I pushed the strands of my loose hair behind my ear. The leaves shattered on the ground and I watched as the sweeper swept them to one corner. The weather was pleasantly nice as I stood under the shadow of the tree looking at my university. It was lunchtime and students scattered away searching for food or their best buddies while I chose to stand to have some time to myself.
It’s been four months since I traveled to Paris, leaving US.
I could barely get over his face and that voice. That look in his eyes, that plead and that sincerity. I clutched my books tightly. My turquoise dress fluttered with the wind and I adjusted them down as I took in a deep sigh.
I thought it would be so easy to forget him but it’s just impossible for me to do so. I asked him, pleaded him to forget about me but he told me that he can’t and he will be waiting.
I postponed my ticket to Paris while I was in the hospital and scheduled it to one month later. As I got back to my apartment, I kept on limping to almost all places. The surgery was successful but I had got two bullets to one single leg. It was double the pain. Pushing Caleb away was not for my reason to travel Paris but I was scared if he got too much involved with me then the woman who was after me would get him and try to hurt him.
It was my decision to push him away because I couldn’t afford to lose one more of my dear ones. Caleb was special to me and if he got hurt because of me, I couldn’t have bear it. So, I stranded myself from him and refused to meet him. He didn’t give up and each time he came to my apartment, the barrier that I had built between us started to have cracks in them.