It was 8.13 in the morning on Sunday.
I was going to the rooftop in pajama and new mug of hot chocolate in my hands.
Another reason is to pick up my things might as well enjoy the morning. I unlocked the front to open it went my eyes caught something familiar on the door.
The cell phone was on top of the journal.
Huh? How did this get here? Don’t tell me he knew I lived here?
I’m looking at the end of hallway where the elevator door shut tightly to the end of the hallway at the emergency exit then back to the door across me. Nobody was there.
Bend forward picking up the journal and my cell phone. I continued walking towards the emergency exit after locking my door. Unlike the last night, I took everything in count and leisurely climbing up the stair, open the door and the cold wind greeting me.
I smiled.
I put everything on the table and made my way to the flowers touching the tip of the flowers. Feel the dampness of the morning dew on my palms. The sun that already rising from the horizon shone to my face, it felt so welcoming and warm. The sound of car honking from afar shows the day has started as usual.
After watering the flowers I take a sip of my now warm chocolate. Putting back the mug next to my empty mug from last night and my eyes went to the journal. I should start to writing.
Delaying won’t do me much.
I grabbed the journal. But then I was confused to found out something is written on the first page. Somehow I felt jittery.
Dear,
My mystery rooftop girl so-called my neighbors. I raised my brows. How did? Is he? I happen to know you are my neighbors when I saw you ran to our floor. Right… I’m sorry if I scared you last night and I mean no harm. And also, excuse me for writing in your book. As cliché as it is, it’s the only way I can talk to you unless you gave me your number no kidding, you ran away faster than Usain Bolt the moment you had the chance. I just wanted to say hi. I was waiting you the whole night actually, maybe you are going to get your things back but figured that I can just knock at your door and give it back to you. But then, it might creep you out even more. Beside who knows you are holding a gun or knife? That got me chuckled. What a wild imagination he had. I just probably won’t open the door. I deemed you had your own reason so I will just going to put this book on your doorstep after this. I don’t know your first impression about me, but one thing for sure a serial killer won’t write a letter had a handsome face. I can’t help but smile over his statement. He sure is one cocky person. By the way I’m Dean. I’m hoping to see you tomorrow or the next day after that or maybe someday? And you flowers are beautiful. Have a nice day a resident of 121 apartment.
Sincerely,
Your neighbors of 122 apartment.
P/S : This place, your place is totally cool, would you mind to share with me? I’m willing to pay any number to join your club. And I’m winking.
Is this really happen or it’s just a dream? Maybe I was just delusional, or maybe I hit my head against something hard last night?
I take the deepest breath.
Rest my head against the couch and close the book.
1…2…3…
I open the book again.
It still there, the letter.
I touch the black handwriting letter. He had a beautiful handwriting.
Dean?
I wished I could tell you my name is Juliet.
I sighed.
My heart pounding crazily against my chest, my palms is sweaty and cold. I felt like I was doing a crime. I’m contemplating whether to do this or not. I’m aware that I’m making a big deal out of this.
Honestly, I never do this before.
Why did I agree on the first place? It wasn’t like me. I bet my mom or my therapist would be happy if they found out I did this.
Urggh! You must be wondering what on earth I’m up to?
I’m returning a favor maybe more like a gesture.
Okay before I change my mind. I better do it now. Just like the other day I open my door slowly and checking if there is anyone on the hallway.
To be honest there isn’t much people going on this people beside me and my neighbors but just to be sure, there is no harm to look out right?
Good. I hope he wasn’t home. He should be out for a time like this right?
I open my front door widely and standing staring at the door across the hall. It took me a few steps to reach his doorstep. Without risking myself to get caught I stick the green piece of sticky pad on Dean’s door that I wrote thanks. I know what you think.
Quickly I went back into my apartment and Make a quick call to my mother.
