The One I Was Waiting For.

A Window Away!

We reach home and I notice the sun has already set. I tiredly walk up to my room and sit down on the bed; holding my head. I have a massive headache.
Then I change into a comfortable T-shirt and sweat pants. I lay on my bed and for the two hundredth time, text Dave.

Don't you see this? I love you ...that's why I did not kiss him back.

I message him and as I send it, tears start forming in my eyes.
I miss him so much already. Till when is he going to behave like that.
I miss our little memories. They weren't so many, but that was so much for me.
When he held me in the rain, when he expressed his love to me, and every time when he called me beautiful.
Only he makes me feel special and wanted and pretty.
Please don't take him away from me.

I hold my pillow to my chest and cry myself to sleep. I have so much to cry about and I want to let go. Its never enough. I do feel guilt for not pushing him away soon. And the proof is on my arms. Those several cuts I have got.

*******

"Mishi..." Someone calls my name; softly. His voice is full of concern. I want to open my eyes but I can't. I am lacking sleep. I want to sleep.....

I start going back to sleep when I feel pain. A hand is touching me on my cuts on the arm. My eyes fling open in fear.

"Who is it..." I sit up and see a figure sitting next to me, holding my hand and touching the cuts.

"Its me..." He says; he isn't whispering.

Rob

I switch on the side lamp and confirms its Rob. Yes its him.

"What are you doing here?" I coldly greet him taking my hand away. I look at the clock. It says 2:30 AM.

"Why did you cut yourself?" He says; his eyes full of care.

"Why do you care, anyway?"

"I care for you...Mishi. You are my friend at least." He says.

And then I realize, yes, we almost became friends before the slapping incident. He is fun to be with and he takes care of me. He even did when I fell down in the woods.
Woods.
And Dave left me there.

"Why are you doing this to yourself? It only hurts you. It has hurt me." He says putting his hand on my right cheek.
I shiver at his touch.
But...wait. Did he just say...?

"Rob. You have hurt yourself?" I widen my eyes as I say this.

"Forget I said that ever..." He gets up and walk to the window.

"Wait..." I get up and follow him.
I hold his arm and stop him. Then I look down at his hands. They are tough and muscled. But as I notice his left arm, it has faded marks of cuts.
Holy cow! Who would have thought?

"Why?" I let out a whisper; looking in his eyes.

"Sometime else." He jumps out of my window to his'. It's close enough.
I watch him and shiver at how cold it's outside.
Reaching his room, he turns back and says: "if you have anything to share, I am a window away..." And saying this he chuckles.
I smile too.
We are finally comfortable but as I think why all this happened.
The kiss.

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask all of a sudden; and regret doing that.

"Why are you so curious to know that?" He smirks. Such a badass!