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.

again, this time genuinely

in reality she was feeling so weak that she was barely able to speak out

not meeting his intense gaze as he watched her gather her wits and her

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

how a basic dress as that

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

him or his words, she hurriedly moved out

time to get a second glance of hers as he stepped out of the class

hard to forget her face though, he wished he

to all the classes that he followed, maybe

he had seen Scott present in most classes for the first time. But he also noticed that

thinking that must be some other ruse of his- getting better attendance to make up for his usually bad grades, at least mom would understand his effort. Of course, she new saw him even reaching

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, he thought of that girl

“Hi…”

up to see Mariella, unexpected as it was. Her blonde hair was neatly tied in a pony tail this time, her long hair 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

left abruptly the last time. It was my first day here and all I can say is it wasn’t

had only two tables; on one they sat, and the other had remained empty, the rest of the library couldn’t even be seen from here. But it was clear to Iyan seeing her relaxed shoulders and non-fidgeting hands

I don’t see the pretty girls crying a lot you

the time,