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Nothing to blog about, so decided to post Ruiyi'Jieh der composition. :D
I asked her before blogging one okay.


Sometimes I wonder, am I your curse, your bad luck? If I did not ran across that road, you would not have died. I want to return to the past, where I can change that incident, but I knew that is was impossible. I hate her to the core, but I could not blame her. You are perfect in every way, I am lucky to have you, but I let my jealousy get over me. Getting to know you is my fortune. Call me selfish if you want but I really could not let you go…
I smoothed down my skirt as I stepped out of the car. Facing this average looking school, I sighed. It was not my choice to move school, but I did not have a choice did I? Walking down the corridor to my class, my heart beats rapidly. As soon as the teacher saw me, she said to the class “We will have a new transfer student today, please guide her along.” There were still a few murmurings. I stepped in and the class got quiet. “Would you introduce yourself to your classmates?” The teacher asked. I wanted to say no but I could not talk back to the teacher. “Yes… Hello everyone, I am Nami. I hope to be good friends with you.” “Okay Nami… You shall seat beside Max, Max raise your hand!” The guy named Max raised his hand as my eyes flickered to him.
I went to the seat beside him and he turned to give me a smile. I shyly smiled back and focus on the lesson. It was recess time when I went to the canteen, searching for a spot where I can sit. Most people have their own cliques; a group of girls put their bags to the seat beside them. Clearly I was not liked by them. I sighed and skipped recess. Making my way to the basketball court, I loved to sit down by the side and relax. I leaned back against the railing and closed my eyes till I realized there is a presence beside me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the guy, Max again. He smiled and says “not eating?” “Not hungry…” He nodded and closed his eyes, leaning his back on the railing. I took a closer look at him, with his hair styled nicely to the left and high cheekbones, he actually look quite dashing.” “Done staring?” He suddenly asked which shocked me. “Err… Err… I am sorry.” I said as I looked down. “Don’t need to be scared, I’m not going to eat you up.” He smiled and I could feel the heat rushing up to my cheek. I was not used to being close with a guy.
“Want to be friends with me?” He asked and I stared at him. “Would your friends mind?” “I do not have close friends, want to be the first?” He winked at me. “S… Sure.” I stuttered. Few weeks passed and Max is always by my side. We are more than good friends, should I say best friends? A part of me saddened at the mention of best friends. I wanted to be more than that… I realized that I like him. He is the one who always cheers me up when I am down. He is also the one who always stood by me when I feel all alone. I wanted to confess to him but if I got rejected, it would affect our friendship and honestly I did not want to lose him.
By lunch time, I walked down the hall trying to find Max. I was about to shout when I notice him, but I realized that he was not alone. There was this girl hugging him affectionately. I could feel tears filling up my eyes and I involuntarily made a sniff. Both of them turned to look at me and I quickly turned and ran before they could see my tears. I ran to the girl’s bathroom and locked the door. Crying out my heart, thinking how foolish I am. I could hear Max banging on the door, calling me to open up but I ignored him. After more than fifteen minutes, I figured that he would be gone by then. I looked at the mirror, my eyes is a little swollen and nose a little red. I slowly walked out, walking towards the classroom when someone wraps his arm around my waist. “Why are you crying?” He whispered against my ear, sending

me chills all over my body. I turned around, glaring at him. “Why are you here?! Do you not need to accompany your girlfriend? Why do you care about me anyway?” I shouted, turning around to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. “My girlfriend? You think the girl just now is my girlfriend?” “Why not? She is… She… I don’t know and I don’t care anymore!” I screamed as I started to walk forward when he suddenly spun me around and hugged me. I was stunned, my feet rooted to the ground. “Don’t… Don’t go. I don’t like Miranda, she is my childhood friend.” Miranda? Who is she? I asked myself when I realized that Miranda is the girl that he hugged earlier on and she was his childhood friend. He released the hug and looked earnestly at me. “I like you Nami, since the first day I had met you. Would… Would you want to be my girlfriend?” Smiling from ear to ear, I nodded and hugged him again. The school bell rang, indicating that we are late for class. Releasing the hug, Max held my hand and we ran to class.
It was our second month anniversary. We quarreled like any other normal couples but still, we made up. I looked at the mirror; I was wearing a black cocktail dress down to two inches above my knee with black silver heels and a silver purse. A couple necklace that Max had given me on our first month anniversary hung on my neck. Just then, the doorbell rang. I went to get the door. Max is smartly dressed as usual, a white tuxedo as he smiled at me. Holding his hand, we began to walk down the streets. Just then his phone rang. He answered it with a smile, ending it with a frown. “What happen? Who called?” I asked worriedly. “Nothing… Just that Miranda needs me, her boyfriend broke up with her and she’s upset so I have to go and see her.” “I stared at him in disbelief, shaking my head “why? Is she more important than us? “I shouted. Why can’t he realize that she also liked him? Miranda was one of the reasons that we quarrel the most. “YOU can’t say that about her!” He shouted back at me. I flung my hand off his and dashed across the road. “NAMI!!!” I heard him shouting after me and before I know, I heard the wheels of the car screeching and followed by a loud sound of bang. I turned around in time to see Max falling onto the ground, with bloody spilling behind his head.
“NOOOOO!” I screamed and cried. Running to his almost lifeless body, I shook him. “No no, Max! Stay awake, don’t leave me!” He used his energy to raise his hand, caressing my cheek. “I-I’m sorry. It… is not your fault… Be happy…” was his last word. I cried and shout and everyone was looking at me as if I was crazy but I seriously did not care. The ambulance came not long after and Max was being wheeled into the emergency room. His parents came and saw me in a very messy state, with hair ruined and blood stained on my dress. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry,” I cried as I told them repeatedly. His mother hugged me and cried, “it is not your fault…” Why? Why does everyone keep telling me that it is not my fault when clearly it is? After one hour which feels like a decade, the doctor came out shaking his head and saying I’m sorry. I went to the room to see Max for the last time. Crying as I held his hand, I will never forget this date. This date when he confessed to me, when we celebrated our first month and when he left me.
I let my jealousy get over me and I regretted it. They say you will never know how to treasure till you lost it. I always thought that sentence was random. Now, I truly understand because I have been through it.

Written by : L.Ruiyi