(Sequel to 'The Flaws In Us' and 'your point of view')
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As I thought... he's upset.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to be dumb.
He huffed. "Being an angry caterpillar,"
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When love was in his hands, Kai was assured that everything would be...
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Kai
Life shouldn't be this complicated, but it has been. I made my life complicated, and now I was feeling regret towards what I did yesterday. I slept all alone by myself in the bedroom and I left Stan outside without anything for him to sleep at night. Gosh...
"I'm... an idiot," I whispered to myself. I got angry... but it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault that he was happy we're together. I can't just force him to not say that. It was his right to say so.
I'll go apologies then... but, somehow I remember the time when Stan from eight years ago... Seventeen Stan wanted to say something towards me. But he's gone, and this Stan couldn't possibly remember what he wanted to say. What was he trying to tell me then?
"Since a month ago, the 'me' at this time-"
A month...
Don't tell me... that he disappeared because he found out that we broke up? It was the only true relation to what had happened one month ago. We broke up... Then... this Stan too... Will he go back once I tell him the truth that we broke up?
I walked out of the bedroom to went searching for him. I didn't tell him that we broke up but instead tell him that we would be over if he goes back... There was a huge part in my heart that hope he didn't take that as what he thought would mean...
"You're awake now...?" said the twenty-two-year-old man, his eyes droopy, his nose was red and runny. He sat on the couch with his arms and legs crossed, and I gain a shiver from looking like him that.
My legs rushed towards the man - worry and panic overthrown me and immediately I put my hand onto his forehead. "What the... you caught a cold?!" He brings his knees to his face, hugging himself like a small kid. His face showed annoyance.
"Of course I did. Since you left me out here all alone without even giving me a blanket," He returned, looking sideways to avoid my gaze. My mouth gaped from hearing that I left him all alone. How cruel was I...
Then, he begot the courage to look back at me. There was an expression on his face that tells me he still thinks about yesterday. "You're not angry anymore, are you?" He asked.
My hand went to his face and bring him closer to me, our forehead touching. "I'm sorry...," I paused, staring into his eyes. "I wasn't angry at you,"
"But it felt like you were mad at me," He murmured. I wasn't angry at him. No, I was angry at the reality that when he left, I would be all alone. "No... no... I've calmed down now,"
Stan smiles softly, giving a quick kiss on my lips. "I'm fine with being right now because you're here with me... without you here, there's no way I'd be this calm. That's why I acted as I did... I have you, no matter what age you are,"
I was left surprised by how he doesn't care that he was here. He could be with my twenty-two self, but he chose to be fine about this. "Is there... anything you want me to do to make it up to you?" I asked.
