After my confrontation with Treize that day, I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, allowing the tears to flow freely. Yet, beneath the sorrow, a simmering anger began to take root. Thankfully, Saturday was upon us, granting me the perfect excuse to feign illness and avoid the world.
The following week at school, Treize and I maintained a deliberate distance. His relationship with Samantha blossomed, and they paraded their affection openly. During moments when teachers were absent, they would engage in public displays of affection, sometimes directing their sweetness toward me. I would roll my eyes, muttering sarcastic remarks like, "How obscene!" or "Get a room!" under my breath.
Despite my attempts to appear unaffected, the truth was undeniable—I was hurt. Seeing them together daily, acting as if I didn't exist, was a constant reminder of my inadequacy. I tried to distract myself with schoolwork and other activities, but the pain lingered. It was difficult to accept that I had been replaced, that I wasn't enough. I began to internalize the blame, questioning my worth and wondering if I was destined to remain alone, even in this new timeline.
Then, an unexpected opportunity presented itself—a chance to escape the suffocating atmosphere of school. The school organized an annual event known as the Youth Gathering, a retreat designed to bring together students from various schools for reflection, learning, and camaraderie. It was a chance to breathe, to find solace away from the whispers and stares that had become my daily reality.
I eagerly seized the opportunity, packing my belongings with a sense of anticipation. The day of departure arrived, and I chose to dress with intention—a dark blue sleeveless dress paired with a white off-shoulder blouse and white sandals. I wanted to make a good impression, to step into this new chapter with confidence.
Accompanied by two senior sisters and two senior brothers, I embarked on the journey to County F. As the only junior in the group, I was informed by the teachers that my participation was part of a training program to prepare me for future leadership roles in the Youth Gathering. We traveled for several hours before reaching our destination.
County F was a picturesque town, boasting attractions like a butterfly garden, historical churches, and a museum showcasing artifacts from the past. The setting was serene, a stark contrast to the chaos I had left behind.
Upon arrival, we were led to a mansion that served as our accommodations. The building was grand, with various rooms designated for meetings, conferences, and events. The front view revealed a sprawling estate, and I noticed other students arriving as well, each group bringing its own energy and excitement.
One particular group caught my attention. Their fashion sense was impeccable—stylish yet effortless. As someone from the future, I had seen countless trends and styles, but this group stood out. The girls' outfits mirrored my own taste but with a unique flair that made them distinct. Among the boys, one in particular caught my eye. His ensemble was simple—a shirt and jeans—but he wore it with such confidence that it transformed into something extraordinary. They say clothes make the man, but in his case, it was the man who made the clothes captivating.
Our eyes met, and in that instant, I felt a connection—a spark that hadn't ignited in me for a long time. His amber eyes held a depth that drew me in, making me feel as though we were the only two people in the world.
Before I could dwell on the encounter, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. "Carmela—Carmela, are you okay?" It was Senior Sister Trisha, our leader.
"Yes, Senior. Thank you," I replied, my voice betraying none of the turmoil I felt inside.
"Are you sick? Why are you so red right now?" she inquired, concern evident in her tone.
"It was nothing, Senior. Maybe it was the sun; it's really hot right now," I deflected, eager to change the subject.
As I glanced toward the group, I noticed the boy smiling at me, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Embarrassment flooded me, and I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on anything but him.
The Youth Gathering proved to be a transformative experience. Over the course of the event, I engaged in meaningful discussions, participated in activities that challenged my perspectives, and forged new friendships. The retreat provided the space I needed to reflect on my experiences and begin healing from the wounds of the past.
By the time I returned home, I had gained a renewed sense of self-worth and clarity. The encounter with the boy had been a fleeting moment, but it reminded me that there was more to life than the pain I had been holding onto. I was ready to embrace the future, to step forward with confidence, and to let go of the past that had weighed me down.
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