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.

okay?” he asked again, this

said trying be as cold as possible, but in reality she was

watched her gather her wits and her open bag along with

up everything. Fidgeting, she wore her

noticed what she was wearing, a polka dot red dot dress that hung too well on her figure. He immediately wondered how a basic dress as that could look

forward, he offered right when she was about to leave, “You can stay if you don’t feel okay, don’t worry, I’ll remain in my corner

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

get a second glance of hers as he stepped

to forget her face though, he wished

open to all the classes

classes for the first time. But he also noticed that even Scott had been on the look out

effort. Of course, she new saw him even reaching there in comparison

the book he had started- The 100 poems

“Hi…”

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

the last time. It was my first day here and all I

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 that she was probably more comfortable here than that ghastly abandoned building where they had been only the two

okay now? I don’t see the pretty

his face. His dark brown eyes were covered and hidden with the thin rimmed glasses he wore all the time, his nose fit perfectly on his oval face with fringes of his brown hair covering the start of his forehead.