It was a rainy day, clouds enveloping the whole sky. Rainbow seemed to have soaked in the sky as all the shades of beauty were enchantingly spread over. Winds running with a mild speed scattering Grey's hair all over her face and whirling her knee length skirt and long loose sleeves.
Mesmerised by weather and bedazzled by her maiden, Phil continued to make her way to her. He could she his flawless mess jeweling
the nature, excelling the beauty.
Grey was standing with her belongings clutched to her chest in one hand and the other helping her curls. She had the same mollifying smile plastered. Next to her was Rhea. They were discussing about their project and out of nowhere Grey rose a topic.
"Is Phil a nice guy?" Grey asked.
"Wait. Why did you ask? Do you like h.."
Grey cuts her,
"No way in hell, you know it's impossible, don't you?"
After a span of silence, Rhea said, "Do justice to your self. Leave him. He has already betrayed you so many times, you shouldn't dig on him any further."
"Please let's not talk about it" Grey frowned.
Phil was stood there and heard all they said. He never eavesdropped, but now that he did he was lead into perplexity.
He tried knowing all the possible layers of Grey, he wanted to know what's troubling her.
Who's that guy she was talking about? Does she has any boyfriend?
She felt the need of knowing what was is. He was so curious that he felt his blood almost boiling on Grey being with someone else. She can't let her be with any other guy than her.
Days passed on adding not much to Phil's information. After a little of enquiry he got to know that she had been denying being in relation with anyone, some said she had a boyfriend already. Everything kept adding to her curiosity. Out of all these uncertain things, he got one thing of use that Grey maintains a diary. Thinking that the diary might provide what he wishes to know.
On one random day, Phil spotted Grey sitting on one of the bench in the school playground, she had an unusual smile. What could be the reason?
After a long tiresome day, he again saw her, but this time she was struck in horror, she has tears welling up her eyes. She kept still not wanting to talk.
"Grey? Hi.. It's been a while since I've heard from you. Are you okay?"
"I am not in a very pleasant mood Phil. Can we talk later?" She stuttered with a heavy voice.
"Maybe I can help.." Phil spoke out of concern.
"No, thank you, I'm doing well all by myself"
He felt his heart sinking seeing her teared. He then decided to follow her.
What is it that's bothering Grey? Is she actually doing any well?
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