story

"is love really the tragedy the way you might describe?"

it was 2.50am when terry reached stella's neighbourhood. as he got off the cab and walked towards stella's block, his mind was screaming a menagarie of thoughts at him.

what are you doing? are you mad? its almost 3 in the morning! she doesnt even like you! you're just some rebound guy for her! you dont even like her!(you dont, do you?) etc.

he was so lost in his thoughts that he overshot his destination. as he walked back, he called stella.


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what were you thinking? stella thought to herself. you just broke up! you're supposed to be sad, heartbroken! but here you are, calling a guy you dont know much about and asking him to come over!

she was confused. her thoughts were in turmoil. she was sad, she was lonely, she had this "all males are bastards" syndrome all girls have after a breakup, but she needed a shoulder to cry on. she needed someone to confide in. was it wrong?

then, the phone rang.


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"hello? stella?"

"terry?"

"yeah, i...uhm...i'm at your block now..."

"....i'll be right down........."


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terry was almost finishing his 5th cigerette when stella stepped out of the lift. quickly, he stubbed it out as she approached him.

"hey.......uhm.....i'm sorry 'bout the way things turned out...." terry started.

"can we dont talk about this?" stella cut him off. "can we go someplace else?"

"err.......anywhere?"

"anywhere but here........"

there was the uncomfortable silence as they walked side by side to the road. terry wanted to say something, but felt really stupid and awkward and didnt really know what to say anyway. stella was still crying, although it wasnt as bad as before, she was still sniffing and her mind was raging with the thoughts she had before he went down to meet terry.