"Why are you mad?" My question came out in parts, heavy almost, as I worked on slowing my heart rate, which seem to have sky rocketed after whatever that was that we just did.
With heated eyes his hands pressed me closer to him "Mad about how I sho...
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LATER THAT DAY I got home to find that my parents were out at the firm late tonight. The silence seemed to echo a little louder.
I dropped my bag on the floor near the kitchen bench to read the note written on a piece of refill paper.
Working late tonight, We'll make it up to you! There's leftovers in the fridge, we love you x
I put the note back down in its place, my eyes flitting past my meds sitting in the corner and Toby came to my mind. If anything, today felt as if it fell off it's hinges. I sighed and I just hoped the rest of this month wouldn't be like this.
Climbing the stairs towards my room a sad feeling clung to my lungs holding my breath for me.
My whole life was always check up after check up, many hospital appointments taking me out of hours of school. I even remember how my parents used to open the door to my room in the middle of the night just to ease the thought in their mind that my heart hadn't stopped beating.
Thing was Toby and Tiana saw all that, they've seen me faint, they've seen me through surgery, they've seen the raw version of me.
Lying there, I felt my heart subtly beat inside my chest.
Derek however, felt like a new kind of flower to my dying garden. He was the kind that grew out of nowhere. Bright and colourful in a world of wilting, and I liked that. I felt like I needed that.
Was it really so wrong to want to spend more time in a different world? A world where I wasn't just about my heart condition. Where Toby wasn't acting up.
Suddenly there was a loud noise that sounded as something hit my window. I craned my neck up off the mattress and furrowed my eyebrows at the window.
A small pen came hurtling towards the glass. I got up off the bed and walked over to my window. A couple metres across from my house Derek was poking his head out of his window.
I unhooked my own and pushed it open.
"Are you busy?" He called across to me.
I stared across at him in disbelief. "You were throwing pens at my window. Why are you throwing pens at my window."
"I'm two story's higher than the rocks." He gestured at the ground and I followed his brown eyes to the pebbles near the fence.
"So it was the next best thing, to get your attention." He held up the container of pens from his study desk.
I rolled my eyes. I didn't know whether to smile at his creativity or laugh at his stupidity of how he'll have to go down and retrieve the fallen pens.
"So," he continued. "Are you busy right now?"
I shook my head and he leaned further out the window, resting his tanned arms against the white wood. "You up for an adventure then?"
