She faced me and cast a knowing look, evidently expecting me to say something. I half-raised my right brow, giving in: "Who is it?"
"Him, duh"
"That's super irritating lah!"
I had to show her that I am irritated. And I was, honestly. But in my attempts to do so it only sounded fake. And she wallowed in the idea which I know she has been nurturing inside her head since school reopened that I am, still, not over him.

Not that it matters to me. He, in everything that he is worth, barely crosses my mind nowadays. And I am not doing myself justice blogging about this. So let's move on, then halt.