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I carefully slid my brother’s pictures in a cute stationary envelope.
I was going to give it to Leanna tomorrow as an apology from the way I acted earlier.
I roamed my gaze at the plastered photos on the four corners of my dark room.
My darkroom was where I developed all my photos of Zhander and my brother.
I didn’t know when it began, my obsession of collecting photos of Zhander and my brother, that is.
Maybe it was that time when I realized how a photo could capture time. How it could capture the past and present together with all its emotions, feelings and memories.
It was that time I was fourteen when my mother showed me a picture of Zhander and me.
Unconsciously, my fingers touched a well-persevered photo safely covered in frames as it was carefully hang on the wall.
The girl was arguing with a boy, yet she had a smile on her face. The boy was tall and handsome, grinning from ear to ear. His body was bent so their eyes would level as he lovingly patted her head. Their eyes mirrored each other – love-struck and all.
Zhander you dope!
I was woken from my stupor when the intercom ringed. I exited the dark room and locked it securely together with my deepest, darkest, shameful, stalker-like secret obsessions.
I pressed the button, and the reception lady’s anxious face came into view.
“M-miss Fay, Mr. Zhander Jansen is in the lobby and is insisting on meeting you.”
My lifeless heart instantly began to beat. I knew that Zhander was here to either confess to me, or reject me.
“I don’t want to meet him~!”
…. My fear of rejection won.
I ignored the loud, violent protest beating of my heart. When I was about to end the call, Zhander’s deep somewhat hoarse voice paralyzed me in place.
“I love you, Estela.”
My ears suddenly felt numb when my brain began to make these screeching sounds accompanied by my heart’s loud thumping that wanted to get out from my chest and go down to where Zhander was.
“HAVE HIM UP! QUICK!”
I didn’t know what I just said since my brain was still currently being assaulted by those ringing sound of ‘I love you’s’. I let my lips and voice screamed what my heart wanted to say.
I ignored the reception lady’s stunned face as she too didn’t know what just happened.
I ended the call and waited in front of the elevator in my living room. I was hopping in place, unable to contain the excitement and anticipation.
When the elevator dinged, my body didn’t wait for the elevator door to open all the way as it automatically flew into the small gap towards Zhander’s warmth, tightly embracing him as clear droplets of water glistened around us.
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