Chapter 25

The Prey

I had my first kiss when I was in high school, well, it was a kiss for me even if my lips barely touched his cheek.

And that’s what I believed a kiss should feel like. That’s the distance I ever walked towards a male species. I thought Yuri was a kind boy, with deep brown eyes and sharp features. He was half-Japanese and everything I liked in a boy.

But I never confessed.

I couldn’t. Not when I saw the blonde girl hanging off his arms. I believed the crush should have come to an end. But I couldn’t. It hurt me to see him with her and when I didn’t see him, it hurt more.

My friend convinced me it was just one-sided until Yuri cornered me at the gym. I was so flustered and shy that I couldn’t say anything. And when he arrogantly proposed I should confess to him, I refused. Not that I no longer liked him. No. It was the eeriness. The numbness inside me that halted me. Partly because I knew I was just a nerd wearing glasses, and he