The Lover Of My Soul

Faint

The next morning, I wait for Isaac at his work, despite the awkward tension that occurred between us the day before, some part of me felt guilty of how I overreacted. After waiting 30 minutes, there still was no sign of Isaac. Just as I was about to leave one of his colleagues who also happens to be my friend came through the door.  Margot. As far as I know, Margot has worked here for as long as I can remember, she has long brown hair to just above her waist, green eyes that glistened across every room she entered and a smile that can warm any stranger's heart. Margot and I have been good friends since kindergarten but it has been really great having her around again. She had been waiting for an opportunity to escape the marriage that her mentally deranged parents and horrible ex-fiancé had planned, only for it to be a business transaction between the two families. Anyways, I'm glad to have her back. "Zemira, what brings you here so early?" she wondered. "There's...I uhh...actually...uhh...I came by to try the best tea in town?" Margot looked at me like she could see right through me. "....And you came this early for tea, huh?" I wasn't being honest and she so knew it, yet she didn't question anything I'd ask for at all. After getting through dozens of tea biscuits and tea bags he finally arrived. He rapidly made his way through the cafe, to the restroom. That's very suspicious if you ask me, especially for him, he'd normally walk slow and hit on a couple girls on his way to the staff room, but today was different. "Must be a hangover" I thoughtfully decided. "Isaac" I chanted loud, so that he could hear me "I need to speak to you" I added. But before I could finish he had already entered the staff room , so I awkwardly sprinted to the room and followed him inside, it was still very early so no one was in there except for him and I. "Isaac I-" I slightly opened the door in a way that I can see him but he can't notice me. Isaac was fiddling with a container of pills in his pocket and as soon as he brought it to light, I knew what it was.

Without thinking twice, I darted to where he was crouching and shoved the pills out of his hands, straight onto the floor. "I didn't mean to do that, I'm so sorry" I pleaded. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID" he aggressively yelled. I squealed out of shock, I've never seen him this angry before or happy in that case, anyways I continued pleading for forgiveness "I'm so sorry, they looked like-" he interrupted. "Do you really think I take drugs?" he questioned with a offended look on his face. I felt set up,  why would he ask that? It's like asking a child for advice about something they have no knowledge of....and besides any person in their right mind would have done the same. I quietened down "I was just trying to help" I stepped back. He looks at me with a flustered expression. He's probably questioning why someone like me would find the heart to care for someone like him. But I sincerely don't know. I really and most genuinely want to hate this guy with all I have but God in me won't let that happen. That's one thing with being a follower of Christ, your heart won't let you do what Jesus wouldn't have done. Jesus would have loved him for who he was in order to make him understand that he doesn't have to live the way he does. That he doesn't have to drink his problems away and do things he'd regret the next day or feel euphorically unstable only to become numb afterwards. It didn't have to get to that. And if Isaac can't see that there's more to his life than drugs and alcohol, I pray that God uses me to let him see that. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to do, but I don't need anyone to help me." he responded. I let out a big sigh. "okay....I muttered. I knew he was lying but I let it be. There was a minute of silence between Isaac and I, but even the silence was too loud. He raised his arms to his chest while crossing them as he opened his mouth to speak. "You do realize you're in the men's room, right?" My body froze out of embarrassment, I stood so still that it seemed like I literally became a statue, my knees weakened, my vision blurred, my mouth could barely get a few words out. I became so busy with the whole pushing-the-medicine-on-the-floor incident, that the fact I was in the men's room completely escaped my mind.  "I just wanted to apologize about how I overreacted yesterday." I stammered. "Look, whatever happened yesterday- My vision started to waver and eventually blurred. I could barely see the person standing in front of me, his voice eased me knowing it was familiar person I was with at the moment, but I needed to get out of there. "Are you okay?" he asked, with no response to his question, he noticed I was halfway to falling on the floor. With my body dead still on the floor and my vision completely disappearing, all that was left for me to hear was Isaac's concerned voice repeatedly shouting my name. "Zemira, open your eyes, please" he sympathetically pleaded.

I can't

After what felt like an eternity, my eyes opened and shone bright with hope. I ended up at the place I've attempted to avoid my entire life. The hospital. I slowly twisted my head facing the window, It was dark outside which barely let any light penetrate through the curtains. "Please tell me this is a nightmare" I begged unknowing of who was listening. "Can you stop dramatizing the situation and get up" a voice answered. My mouth curved into a smile. "What are you smiling for?" he hissed at me. "Are you always such a jerk, or do you just show-off when you're around me?" I snapped back at him. He wanted to snap back at me for insulting him but he stayed calm and didn't say a word until the silence once again became too awkward for the both of us. "What was the real reason why you came to my job ?" he asked curiously. "I already told you, I came to apologize....". He sighed out of frustration, almost like he wanted the reason to be something else. "You know what Zemira...." he spoke with a soft tone, as I leaned in to listen to what he had to say. "You really are something" he continued. I smiled. His mouth almost curved into what I'd call a smile but in his case I'd call a smirk? His phone vibrated, as he searched the depth of his pockets for it. "I need to pick this call" he stated whilst dusting off his clothes. "Get some sleep, don't  wait for me" he whispered before making his way out of the room.