PART 2

Be honest to Isle.

Yeah right. That equals to bursting her bubble. Of all the people in the world, she deserves to be happy, more than she deserves the truth.

And anyways, its been three months. Drastic changes have been made. Like scars, everything fades into nothing but history.

I decided to shove the paper bag into the first garbage bin in sight. Soon as i reached the park, i saw one and unceremoniously carried out my intentions. Three longs steps away, i looked back at the innocent paper bag stashed on top of the bin. Insanity or plain curiosity? I dunno. I retrieved the bag and darted towards home.

Of course i’m weird. Kent often complained about that. Kent again.

After a few minutes, the contents of the paper bag were emptied underneath the foot of my bed. Leaning against the four post, i propped a trash can. One by one, i crumpled the pieces of paper and charged free throws.

Mostly scratch papers, exam papers, and print outs for school.

Then something caught my eye.

A diary?

Technically no. it was more of a jot down notebook. Across the cover, handwritten by Isle herself was scrawled-confessions.

I frowned. Sure, i know every person somehow finds solace by spilling out the beans. There are those who keep diaries. But not our circle of friends, and certainly not Isle. She unleashes herself through music. Through her flute.

I’ve never been the type to invade privacy, especially my friend’s. Personal space is a concept i respect. Suddenly though, i was hit by lightning-a memory.

Kent’s hand on Isle’s.

Curiosity consummated me. I flipped it open. The entry was dated 5 months ago.

> She’s all he talks about. What do i expect? I can bet my soul that he only befriended me because i happen to be Henna’s friend. Do i care if i’m used this way? No. I’m actually happy, in a sad, beautiful way. I don’t blame him. Not the slightest. Being Henna’s friend, i know what a great catch she is. Looks, wits, daring, funny. Between me and her, there’s no competition. So i’ll just sit tight. Maybe he’ll notice me someday. Maybe.

I froze. I’m inside Isle’s head. Five months ago. Back to the time when Kent was crazy over me. Chasing me. Flashbacks swarmed.