Ever So Sweet | BrightWin

8. ONLY MINE

I walked downstairs after a long nap, completely refreshed as I took a bath as well. I yawned aloud and stretched myself only to hear a familiar voice.

"Good evening, bed bug."

I turned around and looked at the person who just talked. The same person who disappeared for one whole month. I just stood there, not knowing what to do or what to say, so I just watched him.

For a fact, yeah, strange things happen when you see the person you like. I saw that on a post. Guess all were true... because I was a shy mess even before I knew what was going on with me. I never knew what it was to feel like when you liked someone. So, however, there I was... being all silly. I was stupid, to begin with.

It tore my heart when he was nowhere to be seen the day after I rejected him seriously. The sight of him walking away, looking dejected, was tattooed in my mind and haunted me even in my dreams. It wasn't the feeling when someone felt bad for another person. But it was all because I felt the same way as he did. I had the freaking thing called 'feelings' for him.

It only took Grandma to knock some sense into me. And when she did, I knew I was too late. With the deep piercing emptiness, I continued on living. Sometimes smiling on my own, remembering all the times I spent with him, and sometimes a silent tear flowing down my face when realizing how I lost him. It wasn't funny anymore. I realized I did have something, some tiny growing feelings towards him, and I thought maybe he wouldn't come back and we would never go back to what we were, at least. I secretly wanted to go back to what we were.

One month passed painfully slowly. Every day felt like a dark pit of miserable feelings and thoughts. But again... there he was, standing in front of me as if nothing had happened. Still with the same jokes and the same welcoming smile.

Damn, I wanted to run into his hands and feel the comfort of his touch. My heart said so, but my inner mind stopped me.

"Not funny." I scowled, walking upstairs again.

"Hey, I wasn't making fun of you." he quickly said, following me. It was happening all over again. I was walking away from him, and he was walking toward me, following me.

Hold on to what you like before it's too late.

Papa used to say those words to me as I grew up. He used to tell the same thing all over again. Every time I would always give up on my dreams, he used to say the same words. So I listened to him, and everything would return to normal. Those words became relatable in every incident. And right then, it was reliable too.

He followed me upstairs to the balcony. It was in the very corner of the hallway allowing about ten people to hang out there freely. I loved the place so much, especially because it was calm and no one except me really came there. Whenever I wanted some time to myself, I used to hang out there.

"Are you okay?" Bright asked again. His concern was too much for me. It has always deeply touched my heart.

"Yes," I answered with one single word. Clasping my hands at the railing of the balcony, I looked at the scenery ahead of me. It was all buildings, and the sun was about to set. It was beautiful.. but it looked so sad. Just like Bright was leaving me, the sun was leaving the Earth.

"Do you think the sun will disappear one day?" I asked a dumb question out of nowhere.

Bright pursed his lips and looked at me for a second,

"According to theories sun might die in the future," he replied. Bright had a vast knowledge. Not only talking about what he said but, for me, he always looked like an intelligent guy with deeper knowledge about life and everything.