that certain boy I meet

| epilogue |

Ages after their detachment

I think it has been almost two years since Benjamin came back home after being hospitalized. He looked happier than he used to because he knew he won a battle we thought he wouldn't. The home was more colorful since his recovery, we put more flowers around the rooms and my parents were more playful than they used to be. It was as if all those months of desperate suffering and stress were part of one of our many life falls as a family. Where we got more irritated and stressed due to the riddle present in our future as a family. 

I felt more connected to the three of them after one of the hardest times for us and my mental health. I began to have more conversations and spend more time with them instead of being inside my room for so many hours. And I almost forgot that I spent so many months next to the boy who caused my world to brutally turn around. It was surprising how much time it took me to realize he was one of those temporary people coming and going through my life, showing up to bright my whole self and then drifting away just as an old friend. 

I haven't seen him around, not even at school during lunch or walking in the halls. It was like if he vanished from my path and continued in a different direction.

I was still missing him. But there were other things that were increasing my desire to wake up every morning, not my cat, dog, or my family, but to finally find something that was giving me the motivation to follow until I get tired.

I was sitting outside the front yard reading a period book I bought a few days ago in a library that opened a few weeks ago. The weather was pleasurable and pretty, and that made the day more enjoyable than any other Sunday. There wasn't anyone outside but just me and some dogs running around the neighborhood trying to catch the birds. 

Everything was calmed and nothing was disrupting my time being submerged on the pages. 

Until I felt that little spark I didn't feel for so long. It was so exciting and traveling just like a shooting star. It was the only thing that made me realize that he was near me. And it got brighter until it suddenly stopped.

- Hello, Bellamy -.

I raised my head and there he was, smiling shingly, the brown-haired and with green eyes boy that made me feel everything in every way possible.