His Ex Wife

Flashback.

You hardly ever find a girl -not to mention, alone- on the third abandoned floor of a high school on a dramatic Monday morning when she should have been in classes.

More to say, she was crying.

It was the weirdest thing that had happened in a while; not that the girl was crying but that there was a girl here, hardly anyone came around here.

The floor was made up different classroom sections that were now too old to use and were to be renovated, but renovations were not occurring anytime soon. Some classes remained locked and a series of divided classes were open to walk in though they laid dusty and abandoned.

Most kids of the school did not even know this part of school existed but it remained to the advantage of Iyan. He could stay away- clearly no one would be bothered by his absence- and stay alone.

The sobbing grew quieter but continued nevertheless, Iyan waited for it to pass by and expected the visitor to leave as soon as they finished their business of “sobbing” here.

Some few minutes passed, he heard no sobs now but the girl hadn’t left, intrigued, he got up and went outside. In one end of a corner of the classroom she lied, curled up like a ball, face dug inside her hands that crossed across her feet against her chest in a protective way.

“Need some help?” he asked in a sarcastic tone.

She jumped up at the mere sound of his voice, she must have been expecting this place to be a ghost building. Iyan didn’t blame her.

Wide open, engulfing and absorbing the stranger’s presence, her ocean blue eyes were puffy and swollen, enclosed with a shot of red- probably from the lengthy sobbing. Stark and shocked, she looked right into his eyes, the pain in her heart still flowing like a river from her eyes.

Iyan was instantly drawn to her at first sight, like a moth to a flame. Her blonde locks were all over her teary face and dried tears laid stained on her pinkish hot cheeks.

asked again, this time

you,” she said trying be as cold as possible, but in reality she

her wits and her open bag along

as she picked up everything. Fidgeting, she wore her bag at the back

that hung too well on her figure. He immediately wondered how a basic dress as that could look still make

right when she was about to leave, “You can stay if you don’t feel okay,

or his words, she hurriedly moved out of that classroom and descended

a second glance of hers as he stepped out of the class and on the threshold

to forget her face though, he wished he could see

made sure to keep an eye open to all the classes that he followed, maybe

but he did sure come across his half brother Scott. To his own surprise, he had seen Scott present in most classes for

usually bad grades, at least mom would understand his effort. Of course, she new saw him even reaching there in comparison to Scott, Scott was already the apple of her eyes and her eyes remained

entrance- he stayed quite the loner kid. All by himself, he sat down to finish the book he had started- The 100 poems of Rain. He gave poetry time only when he had finished studies and the weekend had been just enough to do that. For some reason,

“Hi…”

flowing to the back of her hips. She looked different this time; the last time he had seen her, she was an absolute mess. She sat down and took out her wooden notebook. Or it looked

how I left abruptly the last time. It was my first day here and all I can say is it wasn’t a good day,” she spoke quietly, embarrassed, refusing to meet his

of the library couldn’t even be seen from here. But it was clear to Iyan seeing her relaxed shoulders and non-fidgeting hands that she was probably more comfortable here than that ghastly abandoned

doing okay now? I don’t see the pretty girls crying a lot you

this was practically the first time she was seeing his face. His dark brown eyes were covered and hidden with the thin rimmed glasses he wore all the time,