Zoe by Miu

The leaves raffled from the gentle night breeze blowing inside an opened window. Under the bright moon, the room glowed in a magical sapphire, making the overall scenery superficial.

The warm air caressed my cheek as my tears rolled down, looking at the note in my hand . . . one more time.

Just one more time . . .

That was all I needed right now.

A good cry to make me feel better.

Since the last time I saw him in Izu Island, a week had past and not a day that I didn't cry.

I let myself grieved the remaining pain in my heart.

I hugged my knees and curled my body, trying to comfort myself as the tears intensified, remembering his smiling face from that night and his indifferent face on the day we met again.

I cried without pausing. I wondered if it was possible that all the water in my system would dry from the continuous flowing of my tears.

The gentle warm breeze somewhat eased the pain a bit. I grabbed my pillow and buried myself against it, feeling at peace from the warm, cozy sensation.

It was a curse. Reminding me of the boy's cold and indifferent attitude. Reminding me that I was a one night stand kind of girl.

It was also a charm. Making me smile, remembering the unforgettable night. His mesmerizing deep brown eyes. His mischievous grin. His clear, crisp voice. His gentle coaxing and soft caresses. His passionate kisses.

All of it contained in this one simple note.

My only remaining link to him. Unable to throw away.

I gathered myself.

I have to be strong.

Because strong is all I'll ever be. If I failed to be strong, everything would fall apart.

One more time.

Cry one more time.

And let this be the end.

A smile crept on my face when I remembered our little escapade to Emma and Sophia's bedroom a day ago. All the trouble sneaking into their room was worth it thinking about their faces when they woke up bald and shiny.

I laughed a bit.

That somehow brightened my mood.

I was motivated to do more nerve-wracking things.

Adrenaline gushing things!

I felt a jolt of excitement and a feeling of anticipation for the future.

Having a good cry, I was refreshed.

I glanced one more time at the note.

You'll be another memory now.

I mused and hid it. Determined not to take it out anymore.

Afterwhich, I slumped my head against my pillow and screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed until I was gasping for air.

I was rejuvenated.

I wiped my bloodshot eyes and sniffled. I was still depressed and pained, but physically, the various aches and tensions in my body disappeared from my screaming.

I slumped on my bed, my hand and feet apart as I stared at the ceiling.

If he doesn't want me . . . I don't want him either.

I extended my hand, imagining the boy's face before I clenched it into fists.

I won't allow you to make me feel depress and in pain any longer.