Flickers

Chapter 121

I don't know what happened between us but what I do know is that we're losing that spark— and I'm afraid that one day we would lose our connection to each other.

So I decided to call him, the drawings that are halfway done were placed on my makeshift table as I bit my upper lip waiting for him to answer.

He didn't.

It was still 7 in the evening, his schedule on Friday is 5 pm and it has been two hours since he left school. Surely he would be at home now and if he's out to a school group work then his phone is with him.

"Pick up, pick up"

I look at the already dark sky, there was nothing to see at this moment for the skyscrapers have already topped the stars. The second call still doesn't reach him; the third as well; and then finally the fourth.

Even if I knew that he couldn't answer me I still called for the fifth time; no answer.

Suddenly I felt something cold and wet fell on my palms and I burst into tears. My phone fell on my bed as I put my palm to my lips to suppress the sobs from coming out of me.

At this time I have lost hope, suddenly there's nothing else in my heart besides loss and pain, and then the idea of us still reaching this point made me well aware that I have already conformed to reality.

We didn't work out.

And I didn't give enough effort, didn't push myself more to act, and didn't give him any more chances.

...

Eric called.

I was in the classroom at that time, Mrs. Mau, our art professor has given us activities which are drawing the necessary pictures that she gave us with the instructed materials.

"Who's that huh?"

"Yiee, is it Eric?"

I just ignored my friend's teasing while I gave Irish a comforting smile; I have already told her what I have decided.

It feels like my step gets heavier the more I walked away to reach some corner, away from the noise that comforts me.

"Hello?"

I look down at my shoes, see the floors that have been riddled with the dirt accumulated for a long time; heard the lectures of a familiar professor, and saw the curious eyes of my classmates who went to the canteen.

"It's me"

Both of us knew from each tone; polite and astrange; like acquaintances meeting each other for the first time.

"I'm sorry, I'm still a class, can we talk later?" There was a pleading in my voice and at the same time, I was giving him enough time to think— to uphold his promises or break them.

"Sorry I'll call you later then"

The two of us were in a still, no one hangs up, I could hear him breathe slowly and imagined that he was standing close to me. But when I opened my eyes all I see is a dirt white wall with creases and a phone that connects us; one that will also break us apart.

I hanged up, went to the classroom and the strange and terrifying thing was that j still acted the same. As if the hole in my heart didn't hurt, as if I was still the same Ange who first saw the classroom and immediately got friends.

And it was so strange that I'm back to the reality of myself just studying, not minding my heart.

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