last year in senior year of highschool, started something was off between you. It wasn’t like it did before. Demitra was cold, faintly aloof and she wanted to break up.

After the break up, you and her got face to face for the first time at the first college party of the school year

When she escaped from Alex's hands, you approached her. With a sly smirk on your face, you asked: “Does he make you laugh?”

She scoffed: “He doesn’t make me cry.”

Her eyes are sparkling with sadness.