𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓼 𝓘𝓽𝓼 𝓦𝓪𝔂

Thirteen

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Savy's Pov

When I head back home, I went directly to my room. Mom saw me but didn't bother to ask questions.

“It's okay to be weak sometimes and let other people carry your burden in order for them to feel useful. In life we'll show our bravest side and weakness, in order for us to be a human.”

Chance told me that, before I leave him there without a word, I don't even bother to look at him since he arrived. Either he knows I cried or not, I don't care anymore.

Dinner comes, I just went to the kitchen silently and eat a little then drink my favorite coffee.

After that I went back to my room and lie down on my bed. I'm still thinking about the things that just happened, I wanna believe that this is just my hallucinations. I wanna believe that tomorrow Arch will showed up here just to greet me a good morning. But who am I fooling? I know this is what happened in reality, this is real. However, I can't blame myself for hoping that this are just my hallucinations. This incident is just too much to be true.

I still remember that night he gave me a birthday gift— oh my...! I still haven't open his gift for me.

At that thought, I stood up and get his gift on the drawer of my study table.

I carefully opened it, the first thing I saw is a box. I opened the box and saw a picture frame, a photo of me and him. In our school cafeteria, a stolen shot. We're both laughing maybe because one of us cracked a joke. I smile while staring at the photo and then unconsciously turning it to see the back part of the frame. There I saw his hand writing...

‘You are always be my cat and panda’

Then a medium size calligraphy of my name under it.

Flashbacks of him calling me a cat because I've been crying and my nose is red that time. And when he called me panda because I didn't sleep for one night yet my eyebags are so visible. That was when my grandpa died.

I smiled and touch his hand writing.

“You're so sweet Arch. I can't believe that you'll like me, I'm just nothing... no one compared to you.”

I look at the box again and there saw a scrapbook, not that thick.

I get it out from the box too and open it.

It contains our pictures, all of it are stolen. Maybe he asked someone to do it. All the places we go together are captured stolen and beautifully arrange in every page of the scrapbook. Arch is not artistic, I'm curious if who did this.

The last thing inside the box is a pure gold bracelet that has a word engraved; cuidar siempre♡

“What does it mean?” I ask myself.

I stared at the bracelet for a minute and then gather all the things Arch gave me and put it gently on my study table.

I lie back on my bed still thinking what does the words engraved on the bracelet means. My mind drifted on what just happened this past few days. I feel a hot liquid slowly sliding down on my cheeks when I touch it, it was my tears. Oddly, I didn't know that I cried already. Tssk... Arch, what did you do?

I turn left to face the other side of my bed and where my study table was located. I saw clearly the picture frame, the scrapbook and the bracelet he gave on top of it. I cried again.

My mind keep on reminiscing the kindness Arch did for me, and my eyes always react on it.

I'm crying silently for who knows how long, when I heard my alarm clock rings. It's the usual time I'll wake up to prepare the things I needed before going to school.