BETWEEN THE SCARS

, MY

to the fest

her boyfriend. They had made an appointment to meet at the festival

mit is for someone to squat d

owning her face right

p incident earlier, Patricia ma

val, Patricia embarrassed herself by squatting in front of a she

ll looking f

er now was the man who bought her sandals. A.k.a.,

y," Patricia said a

an said without any expression. "How are the

man in front of her had given her. Awk

feel awkward in these sa

ied, unceremoniously standing back to Pat

nto the outdoor section of the bookstore. She sat o

ce, muttering hopefully so tha

lly unlucky

ntally saw a familiar figure. A few meters awa

sion, hoping that the man there was not John. However, Patrici

his arm around the waist

ia, who was both sho

moment, she watched and waited. Not long after, the man who rese

as just about

sembling John was indeed John. Why did h

o the book festival. I don't know why my bod

lying. The disappointment pounded in her chest

mething Patrici

er woman? Even when John knew Patricia had

ethargic voice. "You can rest at ho

mean, Patri

tut,

gaze was still on John who looked confused at the cel

and invited her to walk. Meanwhile, the cu

n there. She slipped between the crowds of festival-goers. As her s

d John, Patricia could hear th

omplied with my request. I thin

love you more, darling,"

h after realizing John wa

mediately cursed while hitting

ed. John groaned, almost wanting to curse, but he

!" John asked, noticing t

t home, huh? You're with another woman?!

th an exasperated expressio

woman?" asked the

ia, John replied, "She's just a cr

art throbbing with p

what do you call a man who's with another woman w

hed sarca

Patricia. Thankfully, I don't have to go to the trouble of fin

d, both surprised and shock

planning this for a long time?"

didn't need to stay with you for long. The

aughed sarcastically again. "Oh my. What am I b

razy woman like you?" John

silent for

oing to the psychologist repeatedly. Being in a r

However, she still respon

ds!" Patricia f

Her anger was overflowing. Patricia was furious and di

d by someone. Patricia jerked slightly, looked back, the

anything embarrassi

w. "What are you doing? I

let go of her hand and stood beside h

and insulting women in public is not

re either. The woman next to you is the on

arted insulting her, she was just pr

ed away. He looked at Patricia and

a special relation

d. "Why are you

g an affair. It turns out you had

uage!" Patricia

nd I have no

a relationship behind my back for a long time! Gosh, I didn't

AK

hn before he could

e going our separate ways, but I'm not a bitch! I'm

y glared in sur

walked out of his presence. Patricia didn

out the strange man who

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y were too deep in conversation that they forgot to introduce themselves to ea

e she doesn't expect to come along for the ride, even if they don't a

urts and coffee shops, but none of them had caught her at

stopped at one of the shops with a tent roof. There was a box of some kind and some

curious. The store was crowded inside-more precisely on t

in the center, looking at the books p

but decided against it-re

esult, she bent down slightly, r

a

gian

f the books placed in the right corner posit

emembered, the red-bound book was the English version, and there wer

but someone from who knows where wal

the h

tched the already tempt

he last stock on the table! Her shoulders seemed to slump. Her heart sa

haled and looked away. But for some re

who watched me fight ear

osture and face were very similar to the man

had to keep her eyes peeled for the man who had snatch

turn around and leave, someone

t, w

ed because the man holding the Norwegian Wood book was the man she had met at t

Patricia point

reluctant to show a surprised reaction. When the silence between them was ove

?" The man asked with

do you

in the supermarket earlier, right

ut my relationship inci

"I just wanted to give you something. Consid

nything about my relatio

. "That's right. I just remembered. I'm

While Patricia looked at the book with an eager

don't w

ed no sign of reacting, the man held the book at his side. There

. I'll b

meone's expectations, the man turned aro

houlders relaxed. Something inside her felt cracked. This was even more painful t

ture of her dream book with another ow

should I look for another bo

nding several shelves while looking through various types of books, ranging from comics, non-fiction, fantasy books, and c