Chapter 97: Cassie's regrets

"Who the hell is she?!" Cassie screamed out from the bottom of her lungs, ignoring how she was smack dab in the middle of the city's street.

She cared not for the looks the passersby gave her. She cared not for how she did something she always hated, causing a drama out in the open of a public space.

She cared not for any of those points, focused on the simple and straightforward task of somehow cramming all the emotions bursting in her soul into this single shout.

Hearing her scream and startled by her sudden appearance, Peter shot his left hand to the side, as if in a bid to push his companion to the back from the possible threat.

That alone was enough to create a whole, new hole in Cassie's heart. And when he shook his head and rid his mind and face of the surprise...

He simply raised his eyebrows.

When it was for that unknown beauty, he instantly rushed to put her out of the potential harm's way while stepping forward, ready to take the brunt of the danger himself.

Yet, when it came to Cassie, he only bothered to raise his eyebrows.

Cassie froze.

And then, Peter allowed one more change to his face, revealing an amused look as he looked right back into her face with a mix of equal amount of bewilderment and repulsion.

'Ugh...' Cassie felt her heart painfully twitch.

She already knew he wasn't going to treat her with the same kindness he always showered her with. She knew there was no point hoping for this kind of reaction, not after their last phone call.

But at the same time, this was the first time Cassie faced Peter since their thing fell apart. And to see his formerly kind eyes look down on her as if she was some sort of filthy worm slithering around to the disgust of everyone around...

"Is it just me, or..." Peter muttered, no longer even capable of seeing Cassie. And his question was directed at the equally as serious-looking girl.

The ephemeral beauty that this white-haired girl was oozing out of every inch of her body was now gone, replaced by a sharp sense of wilderness, one Cassie only ever felt when faced with an excited guard dog when it chased away some vandal who attempted to cover her aunt's house wall with some graffiti.

"It's not just you," the girl spoke in the same, charming, soothing voice that Cassie already heard her use... Only this time, it carried a whole, different vibe. "It's the same smell as back at your former place," she added, already swinging her head around, equally as pressed to find whatever caught the attention of the two as Cassie saw Peter be.

'Wait,' Cassie's mind suddenly went blank when all her thoughts about what actually was going on vanished, replaced by the simple and extremely painful realization.

'His former place? So he moved? Where to?'

And when Cassie's initial reaction to the sudden information went through, her thoughts filtered through her emotions, turning darker.

'Doesn't that mean she actually was at his former place? EVEN THOUGH HE NEVER INVITED ME OVER?!'

The guilt, the regret, the sadness that clouded Cassie's mind all merged together, into the one, ultimate form. And with the sea of her soul now calming down as it filled with just one type of feeling, Cassie finally managed to pinpoint and name it.

'Am I... simply being jealous?'

Cassie's hands trembled again. Her heart ached. And as he raised her eyes to Peter and his new girlfriend, she could sadly confirm this to be the case.

Just seeing them two together was enough to make her feel like ripping her heart out.

Regardless of how jealous she was, though, how much she wished to change her foolish mistakes of the past, how much she desired to have Peter forgive her...

By now, as hurtful as it was, one thing was obvious.

Peter no longer had Cassie in his eyes.