The Heart's Melody (TwoSetViolin)

e i g h t e e n : lovers' quarrel

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My eyes opened as I felt the blanket's warmth spread on my body. The couch beside me sank, which means someone sat beside me.

My gaze met the white ceiling, as I moved my eyes to the person beside me. His pink hoodie shone in the darkness, the only light emitted was from outside. I think it's around 5 am.

His head hung low, his fingers were clasped tight against each other. I couldn't see his eyes, but his scent tickled my nostrils. For over a year I've known him, I've never felt an awkward, tense silence such as this in his presence.

I sat properly. The blanket fell off my shoulders as I realized I fell asleep on the couch. I turned on my phone and I squinted at the sudden adjustment of brightness.

5:47 AM.

"Brett?" I called out groggily.

He doesn't answer. I touched his shoulder and he flinched slightly. I took that as a hint to withdraw. I gently landed my feet on the carpet as I tried to catch his eyes. I turned to him.

I was shook from what I saw.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was crying. The eyes that I once adored so much were now lifeless in front of me. Even though Brett doesn't speak much, his eyes had these beautiful sparkle that I always fancied watching. But now, they were gone. They looked dull and soulless.

Worry, fear, anxiety.

These three immediately creeped up my veins. My heartbeat raced as I recalled everything that happened.

Luna's driver didn't pick her up.

Brett brought her home.

I fell asleep. He didn't come home.

"Brett?" I called once again, but he stayed wordless.

"Are you okay? Did... did something happen?" I ask, putting my hand on his back. He put his head on his hands.

"I... I fucked up."

What?

"What do you mean?" I chuckle nervously. I slowly put my hand on his cheek.

"Are you okay?" I asked, staring deep into his eyes, trying to find answers. He looked back. But I couldn't find the answers I was looking for. They were blank.

"I fucked up, Claudette," he says as he turned away from me.

The sun started to reveal itself. Even though the morning sun and the blue, violet skies were splashed among the great, vast galaxies, my heart was an occuring rain, waiting for the bomb to drop as I listened to him anxiously.

"What happened, Brett?" I insist. He pinched the bridge of his nose as I held onto his arm. My hands grew cold against his warm skin. The anxiousness I felt was incomparable.

He took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Nothing happened. It was just a kiss."

My hands let go of the grip I had in his arm. Those words alone were enough to make my whole world crumble. The rain I had inside me became a storm. The raging seas became waves of emotion as the realization crashed down upon me. My lungs were screaming like trees dancing among themselves with a little bird inside them. The little bird was suffocating, barely hanging on.