My phone rang. I didn’t need to check the caller’s ID to know who it was. “What’s this?” he said from the other line.
“I want to talk to her.” I said, trying to choke down my tears.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Just do it.”
“Hello?” said the girl from the other line.
“Please take care of him,” I ended the call.
I stared at them a few meters away from where they’re sitting. After a few minutes, I saw them hugged each other. I stood up and went home and as I lay down in my bed, I think of how happy he is now that he has her back. She’s the one who can make him happy. Not me, it will never be me.