My Escape. (Unedited)

Chapter Two : New friend, Meyma and Kdramas.

"Oh no, it can't be him." I mumbled to myself as I approached that certain someone.
I was nervous, so nervous actually.
I was shaking, shaking non-stop.
"It can't be him." I kept on saying.
"It just can't." I said finally. I tried to reach this persons' shoulder. He was facing his back to me and sitting on the huge rock beside the nearby lake.
I tumbled on my steps, causing the person to turn around and face me.

*Dark wide eyes, dark hair, full lips, gorgeous body and a heart. A white heart. This was him. Him.
I stared at the guy standing beside my doorframe, hand-in-pocket, hair falling on his face, his beautiful face. He looked like he just woke up and ruffled his hair before coming over here. I stand up and made a step towards him. He chuckled at my move and made a step towards me. I gave him a shy smile and made another step towards him, we kept on giving one step forward until we faced each other finally. He held my face in his palm. "Hi beautiful." He spoke.*

"Uh, hi." He spoke suddenly.

"How'd you get in here? No one knows that this place is open, no one ever came here." I explained.

"I..I..found the path. I thought no one came here." He said, stuttering.

"Why are you here?" I demanded.

"I'm here because..this place comforts me."

"But that's not the point."

"It is for me. It comforts me and I'm staying."

"But you can't stay." I felt my face was distorted with rage.

"Says who?"

"Says me, I found this place before you! I made the path on that huge wall! I hid the path so that I will only come here! It is my escape! Our escape! " I spat and inhaled deeply as if I haven't breathed for a while.

"I'm sorry.. I need to stay, just please." He pleaded.

I stared at his deep blue eyes as he ruffled his dirty blonde hair. Thinking deeply, I think he needs this just how I needed it in the past.

******
After few minutes of talking to the stranger which I learned to be named Nathan, I also learned that he've been coming to this place for 5 months. Right after my tragedy, I thought to myself.
He had hard time in life. Just like me.
He've been trying to find ways to release himself from this huge pain on his chest. Just like me.
He've been running away from reality. Just like me.

"We're alike somehow." I spoke.

"Uhuh, we are." He said while gazing at the stars.
I haven't noticed the nightfall. Not until I realized him gazing at the stars.

"Okay, I think it's time for me to go. My dad's probably worried about me." I said while getting up from the dusty rock and started patting my pants.
He got up as well, "Want some company?"

"Nah, it's fine. I'll walk home alone, I'm used to it." I said truthfully.

"Okay, see you around?"

"Yeah, I guess so."
And with that I walked home alone.

On my way home, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I took it out and focused on my phone screen to realize that it was the same unknown number that keeps on calling me and not say a word. As if this person wants to hear my voice and then hang up.
I didn't bother to answer, especially when I'm out at night in the middle of the street. It's creepy.

******
"I'm home." I announced, as I untied my shoe-laces and hanged my jacket on the coat-hanger.
My dad came out from his office, 'worried' splattered all over his face.