Ten Days | Completed

ten

Today was the last day.

I was nervous and I didn't even know why. Maybe it was because after today I would have to make the decision whether to stay or to leave.

Part of me wanted to stay because Isaac had shown me so many things to look forward to in life and he had made the past nine days a lot better. I had been happier than I had been in a while since I met him.

But the other part of me wanted to leave, because even though Isaac had shown me all of those things and I had been happier, there was still part of me that wanted to end it.

I still had days where I wished that he hadn't stopped me. Of course, I never actually told him that, but it was all I could think about.

Those days didn't happen as often as they did before—which used to be nearly every day before I had met him. Over the past nine days, I had probably had one or two days where I felt like that, which was a big improvement.

Obviously, I hadn't expected all of my problems to go away when I met him. I hadn't expected the feeling of wanting to end it all to completely disappear, because that's not how life works. You don't just meet someone and they make your whole life better in an instant. But things were better than they were before.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door and I quickly went to open it, knowing exactly who it was.

Isaac was the only person that came to my apartment, seeing as he was my only friend. It was pretty sad, but I didn't like to open up to people. I'm surprised I've even told Isaac what I have about myself.

"I have an idea." Isaac said, walking past me into the living room.

"Okay . . ." I trailed off, shutting the door and turning to face him.

"We should play 21 questions." He suggested. "I realized that I don't know a lot of basic things about you. Like what your favorite color is or when your birthday is."

"Okay, so who starts?" I questioned.

"You can if you want." He replied, sitting down on the couch. I sat down next to him, sitting criss-cross.

I bit my lip, thinking of a question. "What's your favorite color?"

I know it was a pretty lame question, but he had said it and it was the only thing I could think of.

"Green." He answered quickly. "What about you?"

"Black or purple." I replied. "Um . . . where did you grow up?"

"A few hours away from here, actually. When I moved out I wanted to be close to my parents, but I still wanted to be able to get away from them."

I nodded and waited as he thought of another question.

"How old were you when you had your first kiss?"

My eyes widened slightly. I hadn't expected him to ask something like that, but I guess it was a pretty casual question.

"I'm pretty sure I was 13. Maybe 14." I responded. "How old were you?"

"15." He answered, glancing away from me. "When's your birthday?"

"July 22nd." I said. "1997 if you want the year. What about you?"

"May 7th, 1998."

So that would make him . . . 20. I guess I had always figured he would be older than me, but it turns out he's not.

"What's your favorite food?" He asked.

"Sushi."

When I answered, he scrunched his nose up and my mouth fell open a little.