Dark, Grey, Heavy Clouds

Had in mind something light and funny, but I don't think it's right to post something as such, not after…

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Johnny stood smack in middle of the pentacle, looking severely lost. He was waiting for us, Hwee Jian's classmates to come.

He came on her behalf, to collect her trial papers, while she lay in bed, resting.

Something wasn't right for a dark cloud hung over him. He hesitated when we asked how she was.

"Yesterday,…not so good".
He said it with a straight face. And we just didn't know how to react. I mean, what is not-so-good in terms of tonsils?

"She said she was okay, day before yesterday. But, she didn't reply my message yesterday",
"Hey, mine too…"

Johnny evaded it and I guess it helped when our attention shifted to the crowd barging out of the lab. All wearing smiles, all grasping sheets of paper.

So, we went in, rummaged here, there, everywhere for her papers…

Johnny decided to come in after all, despite feeling out-of-place initially.

"She's still in Assunta?"
"Yes".

He waited for awhile, but it was apparent where his heart was.

"Hey, Thanks. Thanks", he murmured. And with a seemingly enthusiastic wave, he left.

Something's just not right.

And we were right.

Hwee Jian sent us a suicidal message. She couldn't stand the pain, and the exams were on top of her head. What was she to do other than 'bunuh diri'?

Of course she didn't mean that.

Hang in there girl. Hang in there.


Current music: Barry Manilow's Can't smile without you.