Capítulo 80: The First Person

Dharvey stood up as she wiped the tears from her eyes that fell on her cheeks. She took a deep breath, released it, then stood up as she looked beyond the railings.

"None of it would make a difference even if I jump off the building," she mumbled then she gripped on the metal tightly, feeling frustrated. "They'd be better off without me."

"Why think that?"

"Oh, fuck!"

The girl jumped in surprise as she turned back to look whose voice that was.

She saw a guy wearing a plain white shirt paired with a denim jacket. He wore black jeans and black converse.

The guy smiled at her as he combed his brown hair. When the sunlight hit his face, his brown eyes sparkled beautifully.

It was the popular jock, Arlo.

The boy approached her and stopped when he was a meter away from her.

"Dharvey, right? You're our classmate in World Literature," he said and asked then he observed her face and noticed that her eyes were red, making his eyebrows furrow. "Were you crying?"