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Kit's POV
                          
"He is mine. " I slowly said each words. 
                          
Then I held his hand tightly and dragged him along with me. 
                          
I felt him gripped me. 
                          
"Get in, " I said angrily when we reached the car. 
                          
Ming, without any questions, willingly obliged. 
                          
I didn't dare to look at him. 
                          
I was still trying to organize everything I wanted to say in my mind. 
                          
I was still holding my anger in and I know better not to speak when I am angry. 
                          
I drove silently. 
                          
He seemed to understand that I needed time to pull myself together. 
                          
I gave him a side glance. 
                          
A small smile graced on his face. 
                          
Having him near me made me realized how much I missed him. 
                          
How much I needed him by my side. 
                          
And I ain't holding back. 
                          
I parked my car in my dormitory 's parking. 
                          
I stayed still for a moment. 
                          
I didn't know where to start. 
                          
He was just watching me the entire time. 
                          
I looked at him. "Follow me. " then got out of the car. 
                          
A wicked smile escaped his lips. 
                          
I headed in my dormitory. 
                          
I heard him closed the door. 
                          
I sighed sharply. "Why are you with her? "
                          
I know I didn't have the right to ask but I needed to know. 
                          
"I owe her one, " he answered. 
                          
"Owe what? " I asked. 
                          
"A date, " he acted careless. 
                          
"Why do you owe her one? "
                          
He just shrugged. "Why do you need to know? " he probed. 
                          
"Are you trying to get over me? " I asked in a low tone. 
                          
"Do I have a reason not to? " he asked back.   
                          
I did not speak. 
                          
"Tell me, na Kit. " he inquired.
                          
Yes. 
                          
"I've said this before and I am saying it again." he paused. "I am tired Kit, you know. " he said in a forlorn tone. 
                          
I looked at him keenly. 
                          
"Heck,  I am not even sure if there is an 'us' or there will ever be an 'us' but I am tired of fighting to have an 'us'..." he smiled sadly. 
                          
"..alone. " he continued. 
                          
My Ming. 
                          
I wanted to speak but there seemed to be a huge lump in my throat. 
                          
"So, what do you want? " he asked coldly. 
                          
Shit. 
                          
I took a deep breath. "I lo-... "
                          
His phone rang. 
                          
It interrupted me from speaking. 
                          
He quickly answered it. "Yes? " he turned his back on me. 
                          
Who is it that you don't want me to hear your conversation?