"Why Did I Fall in Love With You?"

The morning was almost perfect. The sun was glaring brightly, everyone were gathering on the muddy school field. Amanda sat on one of the red plastic chairs underneath the white tent sent nearby the tracks, where students were crowding around to witness the Tug-O-War. Childrens were cheering when Red House won against Yellow House.

The results rolled out. Red House won first place with 176 points with Yellow House and Blue points 168 and 167 points respectively. The competition was almost intense but nevertheless, everyone had a spectacular time. Amanda got up, hugged her friends before rain drizzled into the soil. She was about to leave but when she reached the gate, her tracks stopped.

A feathery feeling developed inside her chest and her mind felt cramped inside a box. He had to be here. She felt memories of last year fresh inside her head. She remembered when she last came to Sports Day, she missed out the chance to talk to him. She didn't want to regret for not saying goodbye to him, especially when he was about to move to Vietnam soon.

She rushed back. When she stood near the canteen, her eyes caught a glimpse of black hair and a very familiar face. Her mouth went dry and her face was erupted with colors. It's him. There he was, helping his family with the tent, pulling everything down one-by-one. She felt thrilled and scared at that very moment. Thrilled that she was able to see him again and scared that she'll broke into tears later.

She sat on the bench... and prayed. Minute after minute passed by, achingly pinching the cockles of her heart. Her fingers twiddled with the hairband inside her pale hands. Her eyes were focused on him and him alone. She hardly noticed the boy flirting next to her, trying to catch her attention. She prayed and prayed, hoping being able to see his face.

But no. When the last bag was packed, he brought it into the car. She got up and stood next to a pillar, her eyes glued to the silver car that was enough to fit at least 8 people. At one point, they both made eye-contact. Her heart fluttered with joy when he looked back at her.

But sadly.

It merely lasted for three seconds.

Then, he turned when his stern mother called him. He gulped and got into the car with his little brother following behind him. She wanted to rush over to him and embrace him tightly. She wanted to hold his hand and look into his eyes. She wanted to run up to him and kiss him. But no, she couldn't. If only she had that once chance to talk to him, she would be delighted until the day she died.

But no. His little brother shut the door and the engine roared. Her heart ached with the usual feeling of a thousand needles mercilessly poking it. When his family drove off, she felt broken. She felt a voodoo doll, standing there so still that she felt as if a stranger can lift her up and place her in front of the shop for display. She turned her heel and walked slowly.

Then, her heart crushed as if smashed by a hard big hammer. She broke apart. She ran, crying her eyes out and hanging onto the walls for support. She ran up to the place where she always adored him sitting at. It was his favorite place. She sat on his favorite spot, flinging her ballet flats away and hugged her legs. She sobbed loudly in her knees, regretting almost about everything.

Regretting that she was ignorant to notice him throughout the whole day.

Regretting for not being able to smile or talk to him.

Regretting that she should've said I love you instead of slapping him.

Regretting that she could've talked to him for hours!

Regretting that she wasn't able to see him again for God-knows-how long.

Regretting that he was her first love.

Regretting that she couldn't say goodbye.

Regretting that she might regret this for her whole life.

- The End -
P.S: Based on a true-life event. So please don't bother asking me who experienced it.