On
March of 2010, all the efforts paid off well for me. I was going to be a postgraduate,
as well as Y, but no Z.
He
failed, in English test.
………
But he
did not seem really care about it. He said it was OK. He had tried, but it just
did not work well. For what is worth, there was a backup. He had already got an
offer at his hometown.
He was
content with the present situation.
Oh, way
to go. What can I say, good for him.
…….
Then
came the graduation ceremony.
Then Y
asked me out for the last time before the day I left for home—with the companion of Z
and other friends. We got to have dinner together for the last time in college.
I was
kind of blue, not only for parting with Y and so many other good friends, but
also for the fruitless crush.
Sadness
loves company.It was a lot to take in for me at the same time. Now I could not help
waiting for the closure of the wonderful era.
They
acted like they were fine. They acted like the present situation was easy to
handle-while I was in pretty darn pain.
Why
they were not even sad or just put a sad mask? They said that we would save time to see each other from time to time,and I knew it was probably out of the question.
Was it real or it was just me the pathetic girl?
……….
I had
beer, a lot of beer to get drunk. Then I was kind of dizzy. The last thing in
memory was the caring face of Z and the contempt from Y for my capacity of
liquor.
………