You'd Come Over, Right? [BRIGHTWIN]

chapter 6 (last)

I woke up to the sound of utensils clinking in my kitchen. I dawdled my fingers on the bed, hoping to find some traces Bright might have left before he got up but finding none, I opened my eyes and got off the bed. I put my clothes on and walked to the kitchen.

"Uh...I'm just making breakfast" he said sheepishly.

I smiled softly and resisted myself from kissing him. I remembered what he asked of me last night. I had no right to ask him to stay. It must be already hard for him as it was for me.

"Is something wrong?" He asked consciously as I stared at him.

"Nothing" I said.

Everything, I wanted to say.

...

"So what you're just letting him go like that?" Fong shrieked from the other side and I removed the phone from my ear.

"Jeez calm down" I said, "he has nothing here to hold him back. His family, his career, his home.. everything is in the States."

"You are here." Ohm said.

"I'm nobody" I said slowly while moping around with the cart trolley in the shop. I had told Bright I had to buy some groceries before he left as I won't be able to shop after he would leave. The truth was I wanted to spend the least time with him to minimise the pain that kept accelerating as the time was coming near.

"That's why he came running to yo-"

"Shiaa"

I exclaimed as I collided into a young boy and dropped my phone, smashing it on the floor. I picked it up and tapped the screen. The phone had switched off.

"Excuse me?" I said to the man on counter, "where is the electronic section?"

He gestured at the left corner and I thanked him before walking in that direction. When I prayed for having so many things to keep me busy, I didn't mean that they should pressurise my wallet too.

"Here" the shopkeeper said, giving me the phone, "things might be unorganised a little bit as I rearranged the system completely."

"Thank you" I said and walked out, switching the phone on. All my messeges from a week ago were showing unread despite I had read them and even my wallpaper was changed. True, I sighed, this needs organization. I decided to call Fong back but as I opened the call logs, I found all the previous call recordings lined up unattended in the notification bar. I rolled my eyes, wondering why did I keep forgetting that my calls were recorded by default. Fong had told me hundred times to change the setting. I called him and as he received the call, something struck me like a lightening and I cut the call frantically.

I had a call recording under Bright's number from around a week ago. I frowned, it was impossible. I met Bright at the police station on Friday but the call was recorded on previous Monday. When did I call Bright? Why didn't I remember it?

I opened the file in a frenzy and listened to the recording. What a freak I was and what an asshole Bright was.

...

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I shouted as I barged in the apartment where he was almost ready to leave. I walked hurriedly to him and grabbed his arms gently.

"You came here for me Bright" I cried, "you came here because I asked you to. Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish and his eyes turned round and big.

"Y-you remember?"

I shook my head as I sobbed, "I had our call recorded in my phone. I just listened to it. Why didn't you tell me saraleo?"