"Adrian..." Mathew moved a little towards him. "I was wrong and I admit it. You can hit me or shout at me as much as you want but it won't bring Ophelia back, would it?"
But Adrian wouldn't stop sobbing. Maya put a hand on his shoulder but he pushed it away roughly. "I don't care if you feel sorry Mathew. I don't care if you cry buckets at her grave. You hurt her more than you understand. As long as that doesn't change, I'll hate you. I'll hate you as long as I know she died hurting from your words."
"Or is it because she liked me and not you?"
In one swift motion Adrian's palm met Mathew's cheek. Mathew flinched and moved back, rubbing his cheek.
"Don't you dare go there, Mathew!" Adrian roared. "I've had enough of that malicious gossip from your dear friend Veena."
"Gossip? Really?" Mathew said mockingly. "Is that what it was? Or were you too cowardly to confess you liked her?"
Adrian looked ready to punch Mathew in the face but Maya got between them.
"Guys stop...please..."
At that moment a car stopped by. It was the car that belonged to Mathew's father. The car that took my life. This time his mother was in the driver's seat. Seeing her there jolted awake a memory. The long flowing black hair that I caught a glimpse of as the car sped away leaving me bleeding on the floor.
To be continued...
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