Before the sound of birds chirping along with a serene melody of the morning breeze surrounded the room I quickly reached for my phone underneath the pillow to silence it. Oh, please- I recognize that tune and buzz so well.
Slumping back, I closed my eyes to fall asleep only to be bombarded by another alarm. With a resounding sigh, I rolled out of the bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Another day to cross out off the calendar.
Well, it's almost the end of the school year so what am I supposed to be moping about. In fact, I should be grateful. There's only a few months left before I get to have my peace.
No more alarms.
No more lectures.
No more requirements.
No more awkward conversations.
And maybe, no more Aiden.
I mean- not that it matters. He's been gone for the most part of the year anyway.
Slowly, I stopped from my tracks and stared into oblivion. Then just like that, fragments of the past year came flooding down my thoughts.
It was Sophomore Year when you came. A familiar face in a sea of strangers or more like a fresh fish in the market?
You were quite the man that everyone will love. With alluring amber eyes, tousled deep black hair, and physique like yours, surely, a week wouldn't last without anyone trying to catch your attention and ask you out. Right from the very first moment that I saw you, flashes of the two of us crossed my imagination. However, like a sin, I hastily removed the thought away due to the fact that I know such thing isn't possible in my case.
I was convinced that again it's a classic case of fantasizing and swooning over a man to hide the fact that I have been deprived of love for the most part of my life.
That was the case until we became friends. Or are we really? Well, if it wasn't for me who slowly made efforts to get to you then maybe none of this would have happened. But looking at it now, I was in my happy place.
We'd talk for hours and play little games. I'd wish for us to engage in banter but I was satisfied even with a little gaze for I've accepted that was the closest I could get to you.
However, for the last time, you proved me wrong on the last day of Sophomore year. Out of the blue, you held my wrist and dragged me outside to the lockers, away from the crowd.
You looked into my eyes. Those flaming amber orbs stared into mine like sharp daggers restricting my breathing. My wrist was clasped within the grip of your cold hand. I could feel the contents of my stomach rumbling along with the trickle of sweat falling in my temple. My heavy breathing matched with the deafening beat of my heart as the whiff of your scent lingers in the air between us.
For a brief moment, it seems as though the world fell silent. Still holding my wrist you leaned even closer and asked, "Would you miss me?"
What? Why?
I was dumbfounded, stunned, and at a loss for words. The only thing that came out from my mouth was, "No," along with a soft laugh.
Yes, I would.
Your grip loosened. Still staring at the ground, before you could say any word, I made my way back into the room. Your words echoing and repeating itself like a broken record in my head.
I wish I looked at your face but my heart couldn't bear staying any longer.
After a few months, Senior Year started. I decided to ignore you for I know you'll bother me again like you used to do but then the truth struck me sooner than I expected.
