[COMPLETED✔] *unedited*
You're inlove with your first and only friend, but you never get to tell him how you feel. You promised to always love him, even if those blissful memories that you shared with him hurt your already wounded heart, you'll stil...
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The rain is pouring heavily outside along with the strong wind, the sound of the spoon is barely heard while you're stirring it inside the mug of the milk you just made. It's almost past midnight yet you couldn't ringyourself into to sleep, with clouded thoughts, even just dozing off may sound impossible. You're sitting on the stool at your mini kitchen, staring at the wall clock that is facing you, it's almost one o'clock.
You sipped onto your milk before gently putting it back down. You decided to go back to your bed once you finished, wrapping yourself with the thick comforter but your eyes are still fully awake, refusing to shut down. You tried your best to sleep, but you just couldn't do it. In the end, you sat up from your bed, massaging your temple. The rain is getting louder, seemingly not planning to stop anytime soon. You get up, even if its cold, you still went out to the balcony grabbing your thickest sweater before putting it on.
As you pushed aside the sliding glass door, the wind instantly chilled you. You roamed your eyes around but the first thing that you found was a black cat near the railing, shivering from coldness for you don't have any idea how long. You picked him up, carrying him back inside. You got him an unused dry towel, wrapping it on him before you brought him to your couch.
While you're drying him up, you noticed that he didn't gave you a rabid reaction such as running away or clawing you like what other street cats does, maybe he likes you. You smiled by the thought of that, he even reminded you of someone. You suddenly stop from what you're doing, you look down to your lap, stared for a moment.
You sobbed. "Hey, stop crying," he held your shaken shoulders from the back. "He wouldn't be happy seeing his mom like that," he worriedly told you.
You look over your shoulder, meeting his gaze. "What do you expect me to do? Laugh? Throw a party? Make a celebration?" You sniffed, looking into his eyes. "My baby just died, I only had him for three months," you cried, turning your head back to his grave, you and Baji buried him at your backyard. He had a fever for two days before you found him lifeless on his bed when you got home from school.
He shushed you. "I know, I know," he caressed your back. "You took good care of him, you feed him, gave him home, you loved him, I'm sure he won't forget about you," he smiled. "Now, let him rest in peace," he advised.
You look over your shoulder again, teary eyes. "Really?"
He nodded, smiling. "Wherever he is right now, I know he's thinking about us, especially you, his mom," he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. "He'll always be with us, alright?" He gently combed your hair, peeking down to your face.
You hug him back as well. "I never thought I would get attached to him like this, I miss him already, he haven't yet finish the food and milk that I bought for him," you sniffed.
He wiped your tears with his thumb, chuckling. "You're such a cry baby," he kissed your forehead, placing his chin on the top of your head. "Hey, if someone's die, they wouldn't want those who they care about to be sad, you know it will makes them sad even more," he muttered, squeezing you lightly from his hold.
