Waxing Crescent (Completed)

Let the 🐱 out of the Bag

Vee Vivis

It's almost 4 in the afternoon and I walk even faster to get to the library where Yiwah and the others are waiting. Exams are fast approaching so we all tend to study hard by spending most of our time in the library.

Before meeting Mark, I don't usually get this distracted when exams are near. But thinking of how he downright rejected me this morning, I don't know if I can even finish reading a single page from a book.

The kid didn't hesitate to tell no to every invite I made. His treatment was so cold that it made me retreat in defeat. But it doesn't mean I'm giving up.

I turn to the corridor at the back of the Engineering's building for a short cut when I noticed someone under a shaded tree. The figure looks so familiar that I slowly made myself walk closer for a better view.

Mark is sitting on the grass while his back is leaning against the tree. He must have dozed off while studying seeing that his eyes were closed and his book fell face down on his side. His pink lips slightly parted and his hair a little ruffled by the wind that sofly blew in it. He looked so peaceful in his sleep that I wasn't able to stop myself from squatting down beside him to get a closer look of his beautiful face.

My heart must have somersaulted for a couple of times with the sight of this special person that I missed so much. Slowly, I extended my hand to swipe away the hair that is tickling his nose. His face twitch a little as I did this. He is so adorable!

"Mark?" I softly called his name but he didn't hear it. I realized he has his earphones on. He must be listening to some music before he fell asleep.

His earphones! I remembered that morning when I started interrogating him of the things that he likes. One side of that earhone he had was no longer working. And he argued that it was too bothersome to buy a new one because the other side is still good anyway. And it's a waste of money.

How can a guy that drives an Audi R8 be this frugal? Him owning a luxurious car and a defected earphones is kinda mismatched and hilarious. He never fails to amaze me. I never knew Mark's family is that rich because he always acted so down to earth. Like he never wanted to waste anything that he believes to be still useful. I'm falling in love with his character more and more.

I bring my fingers down to touch his soft face. The bruise that I had cause is no longer visible. My thumb carefully trace his pretty lips that felt so soft under my touch, remembering how I used to kissed and licked him passionately with mine. I have to swallow a large amount of saliva when a soft moan escaped Mark's mouth when he felt my warm touch on his lips. I can feel my control slowly slipping away.

"Mmmm. P'Vee." My heart swelled when he called my name in his sleep. His reaction looked pained as he begin to twitch uneasily in his sleep. Is he having a nightmare because of me? How did Mark spend the whole week away from me? When did he stopped crying after everthing that I had done to him? Who comforted him during those times that he was hurting? Was it his ex Copter? How did he comfort Mark? Ugh. Why can't it be me?

My head started hurting from this sudden realizations. I promised myself that I would not hurt this person ever again. That no matter what the future brings, I will always be on his side whether he is smiling or crying, I will stay.

Mark's expression started to soften and he's in calm again. I continue to rub his face tenderly.

I pulled out something from my bag and started writing a note. Then I carefully inserted the item to Mark's bag with the note attached above it. I just hope he'll find it sooner and decide to keep it and not to throw it on the garbage.

I continue to watch over Mark's sleeping image ignoring the phone that constantly vibrating in my pocket. It must be one of my friends who is now wondering what took me so long to get to the library. I don't care about studying at the moment. I'm clever anyway. I can surely catch up studying with my friends before the exam takes place.