The Best Mistake

Chapter 23

I push away from my desk. From physics. I hate Science. This is why I am taking photography. I wish I could push myself away from the Earth, like when people avoid me. Yet we're forever doomed in this ball of opposites, of water and fire, of good and bad, of happiness and sadness. But now the world isn't balanced. There's too much water, too much bad and too much sadness. We're just mindlessly walking in the dark and I'm fascinated that by stumbling in the dark you can go to hell and that there's this omnipotent being who created you, loved you, cherished you for your whole life can just push you away because you stumbled. At least Satan accepts me even if I'm not the best. At least someone accepts me.

I gaze out my window and look at the sky. That same sky since I was young, the very exact sky when I do die I want to be that sky. I can imagine myself in the clouds seeing everything, bad and good. My mind came back when someone rung the doorbell. I go down the stairs with ease and as I open the front door, an apologetic face was at sight. It was Kyle, holding a box.

"My friends told me what happened. I'm sorry. And as offering for your pardon, I have brought pizza. Tell pizza your problems, it is the solution. Can I come in?"

"The pizza can. Meanwhile you...can't." I bit my lip.

"Why not?!" He said like a little kid.

"Your friends were really mean."

"What can I do to enter thy kingdom?"

"For thy kingdom are ruins, so my knight take me away."

"Away, it is m'lady. Right, this way."

We rode his car and drove back to the lookout point. When we got there, we sat at the car's hood and ate pizza.

"I love it up here." I close my eyes and feel the breeze in my face and my hair flies along with it. I opened my eyes when I heard
a click.

"Did you take a picture of me?"

"Don't worry. I won't post it." He gently squeezes my hand and smiles. I shrug him off and I apologize immediately.

"I'm sorry."

"I like you. I do."

"I don't know how to love and if i do know how to, Im scared. "

"I know how I feel for you and you know how you feel for me but you're just scared that these feelings may change but I assure they'll last and not forever like every clichè but I assure you they'll never change. Never."

"Never's a big word and we live in a big world fulled of never, a never-ending sorrow."

"Maybe I could help you with your sorrows and you can help me with mine. Isn't love being miserable and fine?"

"Fine. Nice rhyme."

And we left there laughing all the way home.