The Write Thing

Chapter 32

In the following days, I tried my best to deal with everything that's been bothering me. After that night, I haven't  seen Rafa again. And as much as I try not to think about him, it's been turning out the opposite as he would appear in some articles, which was about him getting into a fight a lot more often this time.

And I don't really know what should I feel about. I'm just worried and hoping that he's gonna be fine.

Bea, Charlie, and Drake on the other hand had been so worried about me lately, as I would show up for work feeling tired and exhausted. And as much as I want to let them know what I was going through I chose not to let them think about it. Although Drake seemed to have idea what might be the reason behind it but he never insisted to talk about it.

I've been laying on my bed since I came home from work and nothing's really going on in my head but

Suddenly, I hear knocking on my front doors. And for a moment I thought about Rafa. But before I could even think that it was him knocking, I was wrong. It was Clyde.

We stared with each other for a few beats before he showed a sly smile with a small wave.

"Hi." He then waved a hand. I didn't  wait for him to say anything and just pull him into a hug. He didn't say anything but I feel his hand on my back.

Clyde and I haven't been talking as often as we do before. His confession may have affected our friendship, but it didn't affect the way that we cared for each other.

"I'm sure Rafa's doing fine." Clyde spoke as soon as we entered my apartment. I paused as I think about what he said.

I looked him in the eyes and I need not to think further to know what he's getting at. After all that is going on I can't be surprise how he knows about this.

"I hope he really is." I leaned against the wall and think about what Rafa could possibly be doing.

For a short period of time that I know him, I can't quite assure that Rafa's doing okay. He's more likely to do things carelessly and the more I think about it the more worried I get.

"What do you think he'll say if you'd ever had the chance to talk to him?"

I shrugged. "Probably nothing. Or maybe try to shove me away again."

"Or maybe he wants to talk to you right now." I stare at him for like a whole minute before shaking my head.

"I don't think so."

"Then let's find out." I bring my eyes back at Clyde and tried to catch what he meant by that. And before I could ask, he gestured me to follow him outside.

"Where are we going?" I asked when he climb up to his car.

"We'll be looking for the answers to your questions."

I've always wanted to talk to Rafa after that day but I don't feel like it to be so soon. But now that I think I'm ready, I don't think he's ever wanted to talk to me anyways.

The entire car ride, Clyde and I have been in silent even until we arrived. It's not that we have nothing to be talking about, it's just that I'm not in a mood to be talking recently.

The moment I unbuckled my seatbelt is when Clyde touches my hand, making me bring my head up to his face. Without a word, he sent a reassuring smile and it took me moment to return the gesture before finally climbing outside his car.

I'm just thankful that Clyde's with me right now and he's still willing to give me a hand despite what I caused him. And I can't thank him enough for his kindness.

After taking in some deep breaths, I started my way to Rafa who's been sitting by himself. He didn't seemed to notice my presence that I had to fake cough as an approach. And it felt like I lost everything I composed in my head right after he finally bring his gaze at me.