Through Your Notes

Saturday

Saturday

12.23 a.m.

I clutch the phone to my chest and cry. Tears wet my cheeks. I cry harder.

I hear someone stepping on the dead leaves. I snap my head to the direction of the sound.

You.

You look at me with concern.

You have a pair of beautiful eyes. They are brown.

"Are you okay?" You ask.

"I'm fine."

I am not.

I stand up and look at you. "Did you hear?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The phone call."

"Uhh..." You rub the back of neck.

You did.

I walk off with my cheeks flared red.

You heard me.

I need to leave.

"Excuse me." You call out.

I ignore you.

"Hey." I hear you call again. You jog towards me. Your footsteps nearing me.

I turn to look at you.

"I think you drop this." You say.

You hand me the sketch of you with my sketchbook underneath it.

I grab it from you. "Thanks"

"No problem." You smile. "Hmm... I guess I will make a move now." You rub the back of your neck. "Uhh... Bye." And, you walk away.

You heard me.

You saw my sketch.

I can't let you go yet.

"Hey." I call out.

You didn't hear me.

"Hey."

You didn't hear me.

"Lad with the guitar."

And, you turn to look at me with adoring gaze.