"Hey, who are you? lay off me, b*tch... You are not Ezabel, are you?"
With dead eyes that could see through her soul.
The very first mistake she made was hugging, jumping stuff on me.
She stood up slowly, letting go of my clothes.
She crossed her arms after she threw her hair.
The way I looked at her...
She is actually too gorgeous.
Her cinnamon hair color and dark red eyelashes—pupils with light red, glowing more like a red-pink color...
Make me feel that even others I saw as gorgeous were just failed products of the gods.
Ezabel already recovered from the shock... She looked a bit relieved, yeah sure, but her eyes looked like dry land cracking after losing all its water-thin air vaporizing.
Her hair messed up.
Her nails were broken...
SHE SMILED!!
She walked straight to me.
She patted my shoulders, saying nothing but with a fake light smile.
And she hugged me—clinging firmly to me.
I never expected she would do it.
If I hadn't interfered, she could have had a good friendship with him.
And now that she got rejected, I don't think she is willing to be friendly with him.
She will try to move on.
---
"Thank you for helping me free myself... I always thought that for how long should I stay like this—it's all because I'm dead... I should have never even loved him in the first place."
Steadily hugging her.
"But we don't get to choose who we love, do we? It all happens fast. Besides, first love always hits hard."
The fact that we don't get to choose who we love is a bit unrealistic to me and I don't like that... but I must say it to save her from the emotionally damaging 'why only me' part.
She is gorgeous—just like her sister.
The difference is that her sister is a bit smaller in size.
Their hair looks different too.
She let go of me and unhurriedly stepped back.
"I know, right? So I'm not worried about him anymore. Not that I won't get my time to meet him... I will still feel this feeling that pains my heart whenever I see him.
I will be jealous whenever I look at him with other girls. It's all messed up, but I will manage to live without him. The burn in my life got burned away."
---
Luna, her sister, just watched us talk, wondering...
Does that mean sis is gonna go for this guy now...?
Ezabel smiled at me again.
I never felt guilty—at least I set her free.
"Anyway... Jane, meet my little naughty sister. Lil sis, introduce yourself."
She snaps back fast and runs to her sister.
As she puts her hands on her shoulders, standing from behind, she pushes her towards me.
Luna looked away, feeling a bit intimidated by the look I gave her.
"Whatever... My name is Luna. I already know yours is Jena, and it's okay, don't worry. You can walk away fast if you feel embarrassed about what I did to you..."
It's all coming from fear and embarrassment.
She struggled to say it, fidgeting her hands, looking at me.
"But why do I need to feel embarrassed when I'm the victim?"
No emotional attachment.
I said it confidently, looking at her non-emotionally.
She peeked at me, turning her head to her right side fast.
"Don't say it like that... What are you talking about... victim...?"
---
As she turned around and walked slowly to the edge of the rooftop, the sun was setting—the golden light blushing in the sky, dazzling at the clouds.
Yet she looked more beautiful than the sky shining above her...
Changed my thoughts about her.
Maybe I should go for her...
She looked at me, a bit blushing...
She isn't crazy around men who can resist her.
She looked at her big sister, Ezabel...
Ezabel sat down on her leopard, Liora, watching the distance, sinking deep into thoughts. Still smiling.
---
Luna:
"Okay... Sorry..."
I still acted like nothing bothered me.
"It's okay. I actually enjoyed it. Next time is free as well."
She stood up, bouncing.
"What the f*ck is wrong with you?"
"Relax, I'm just joking."
---
A while later, Oliver got out of the restaurant.
Luna said to her sis to go and see Zia... They agreed on checking on her.
Where I wanna go now is where Oliver is...
I really wanna know how a man feels after getting dumped and realizing he had just been acting as someone who is 10 years younger than his actual age when it comes to thinking.
---
"You two go on ahead."
Ezabel:
"Wait, where are you going? Aren't we going shopping?"
I just jumped off the roof and walked to the street. Shouting for her to hear me:
"I will be back."
I don't know what she planned, but it must be good—shopping for my kids' clothes.
I'll give it a try...
---
Later, when I came back—
Following the path Oliver walked in, I looked at him sitting on the edge of a building, covering his face with the shirt he took off.
I steadily approached him.
I sat down, saying nothing to him.
After a while, "The sunset really makes me feel good."
He jumped out of the edge and screamed:
"Aaaaaaaa..."
After failing on the ground—
"Broo... What is wrong with you? How long have you been here?"
"10 minutes ago."
The moment he saw me, he almost forgot his name—let alone the rejection thing.
---
"Hey bro, I'm about to ask you a question. You think you can answer?"
He sighed while looking at his white shirt that turned brown thanks to the ground dust.
"Haa... What is it?"
"Do you know what it feels like when you see someone you loved a lot for years die right in front of you?"
He came back to his senses, his eyes widened hard with a shocked face.
"No!!"
"That's why you feel this pain in your chest that makes you cry for the respect you lost from people around you, thanks to your obsession. Plus, you got rejected by the one girl you got obsessed with—to the point where you lost your respect."
"I know it hurts, but that's the reality. But the pain inside of you... It's not even close to one-fourth of the pain when you lose someone you love."
---
He gazed down upon hearing this.
"Yeah... I'm overreacting. Or I'm overwhelmed. Maybe first love hits hard."
I stood up, walking straight to him, and side-hugged him while we were walking.
I told him a very possible theory.
"You know those show b*tch girls??"