It's Thursday mid-night and our group's in an all-nighter trying to finish the last preparations on our presentation for tomorrow's class. When we're done checking the last tabs that we added, our leader told us to finish and pack up since it's done and be ready for tomorrow. I'm glad we're already at the last project presentation for this Semester, and that I am finally able to stretch my exhausted arms up. As we got out the university building, my group mates decided and invited me to spend the night at a bar near the university, but I declined because the only thing that I really want to do now is to rest and lay down my bed that I missed for 2 whole weeks, so we split up and I headed to my dorm. While walking I realized that it's freezing out since it is Christmas Season already, I even felt colder as I walk down the lonely empty mid-night street, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching my direction from the other side of the alley, and I wondered if that person also felt the loneliness of tonight's breeze. I just kept walking 'till I bumped with that person, but he suddenly stopped in front of me so I looked at that person and I can't believe who it was, I couldn't believe that of all the people in that neighborhood, why that person is in front of me right now?. And as always, he still can't look me in the eye when I needed him to. As I stare at him, the memories that I tried so hard to forget came back flowing through me, so I kept my pace before my tears fall again and before he notice it. I continued walking until I make sure that he's out of my sight when I turn back at him again, and he did, he always did, he never changed, as much as I am glad for him to have that character consistence, I also hated the fact that I too - still haven't changed.
I suddenly noticed my phone ringing, it was our group leader checking up on me, I answered it and uninterruptedly asked her "where's that place again?, I felt like I suddenly need one.", a tolerable reason to be vulnerable.
As usual I tried forgetting that guy and everything about him with booze, that night was a complete blur and the hangover that I felt after that was stabbing. But I still have a project to present so I got up even though my whole body was aching. While on my way to university I suddenly thought about last night again, how ironic it is that I expected something frightening to happen to me since it's night but what happened then was something scarier than ghosts and murderers. When I came to university, my friend Nikki was the first person greeted me and her disgusted face while telling me "You look like utter shit, remind me not to let you drink again.", I laughed of the thought that I even forgot to do my face because of the hangover, then that laugh left my face when Nikki said, "Gosh, even I can't believe you did that last night"
"What do you mean?, what did I do last night?"
"Wait, you don't remember?"
"Touché?NO"
"You didn't even wonder how you got home last night?"
"What?... I thought you drove me home?"
And that is how I hated today without even starting it, I can't believe all this morning I never wondered even once how I got home and how the party last night ended. But I even was more shocked at what I did when Nikki told me what happened last night. So as our conversation continues... She said,
"Don't you remember I didn't bring my car last night?"
"So how did I got home last night?
Did you carry me home?", I added.
Then she replied,"No, there was a guy came up to us when you were really drunk and asked if you were okay, he also asked if we can still get you home 'cause he can lend a hand. I thought you also know that guy since you pointed at him and shouted his name, I actually thought it was weird 'cause he smiled when you did it."
"What I shouted his name?"
"Ja, it was something Dreary - I can't really remember."
"And you just passed me up to that guy?"
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Days Before Past (Unfinished)
RomanceWhat are you scared of? Have you thought of the feeling of just running away from your shadows? I'm Quinn, a 3rd year College of Communication Arts Student. People tell me I look like a kind of person whose strong enough to need someone to protect m...