we hadn't been in contact with one another for about 8 months? maybe more than that...
that's more than the time we've ever spent with each other.
i still feel like i know him, and at the same time, i feel like there's so much i have yet to learn.
what happened during those months? it sounds like a short period, but i felt like i'd been left behind a couple of years...
while i was in my room, barely eating while spending each night with my tears soaked into my pillow,
what was he up to?
these thoughts circled through my mind as we both decided to skip school; we used the day to catch up with one another.
somehow, we ended up in a familiar place.
the laundromat.
both of us didn't like laundry much, yet we still ended up here. it was quite funny, huh?
like he said, even the things you hate most could turn into something you hold preciously within you.
i never thought of it much, but now that I'm standing here in front of a place that had me hesitating each time i entered, i remembered that if i had listened to my hesitations that day, i wouldn't have met this boy.
this was a place that pained my vision. it was a place that i despised entering.
now, it's a place that I think of going to when I feel upset, a place that comes into mind when negativity washes over my being.
but, despite me not going here even once the moment he disappeared, it definitely crossed my mind a few times.
now that he's next to me, i feel like i don't have to look at this place as a way to escape reality, or revisit good memories. though, i still do.
i've been thinking he was dead this whole time to the point that it'd take a while before i start believing that he's really here.
no. i don't think it'll take a while,
i know it'll take a while.
"hisa?" he'd been calling my name for a while now, "you alright?"
i blinked, turning to look at him. "yeah." i replied. there was an uneasiness that coated that response, and he could tell.
"if you're feeling guilty about... you know, skipping," he paused, and i just found it adorable how he hesitated to say the word as if it'd get him in trouble.
"then, we could just go home." he finished.
'we' and, 'home.'
what did that mean?
the only place i could think of that fell in the category of those two words, was the laundromat.
right here.
i'd never tell him that. it was weird. plus, he'd probably just laugh if i ever said something like, "right here is home."
no kidding, i'd laugh too.
but in all honesty, i would 100% mean it.
so there i replied, "no, it's fine. let's just stay here."
he nodded, taking the lead. "your word."
we entered the laundromat and looked around. we scanned the differences in the place, but all i could see were the familiarities.
"still as empty as ever," he muttered.
