Unavoidable Attachment

Next morning, she was standing in front of the mirror and was wearing her clothes. She wore a black jeans and a red top. Flora grabbed her hair brush to brush her hair but didn't feel like doing it. She was feeling too exhausted to do anything. Last night, she had not slept a wink and had barely eaten or drunk anything throughout the day because what had happened between him and her, she was not capable of forgetting it even for a second. It was not getting out of her head, even if she would try to shove it out.

Yesterday, after he left that class, he didn't return back to attend any further classes. She would lie if she would say, she didn't search for him in the campus because she didn't want him to harm his studies because of that conflict going between them but she couldn't find him anywhere. It felt like he had left the campus.

Exhaling a soft sigh, she dropped the hair brush back on the table and grabbed a big hair clip. Instead of brushing her hair, she tied them in a messy bu