That Night Everything Fell Apart #Wattys2016

VI. Breaking Free

It's like there was an alien invasion and an alien has possessed Kyle's body. Or more like there was a zombie that ate up his brain and all the fragments of it got mixed together and it ended up for him to apologize. Worse, there might be an invisible axe murderer who has sided up with me and threatened him to apologize. You pick. All of it can be my excuse to escape the reality that Kyle may have just knocked his head and softened his hard heart a bit. I just want it to sound a little Kyle-ish. Give me the credits, scumbag.

I tried catching his gaze as he said those two cute words, monotonously. But he has all the glory to avoid my eyes and I so ended up laughing.

"You apologized. That's cool." I said in my most sarcastic voice. Okay, I don't want him to see that I was actually grateful for it. It means he felt remorse over his actions.

"Fuck it." He muttered to himself. And folks, he looked embarrassed.

Is this I-Am-Sorry facade all because Aliza talked him into it? Should I be grateful enough to accept it though I know and I heard he did it because Aliza said so? I should be angry. Right? I should be upset knowing he didn't do it himself. He didn't take the initiative to do so. But a tiny speck of it made me feel good. At least he apologized. Though might be half-hearted, it still counted.

"What are you actually doing in the dark?" I tried to sound casual.

The microwave made its tiny voice heard, and so I automatically snapped the door open and snatched my midnight dinner. Yes, B, divert his attention. Or your attention, for that matter.

"Are you blind?" He asked monotonously and held his can of beer a little higher to get noticed.

"Oh yeah, beer." I answered. Shoot, I'm losing my cool.

I moved over to the kitchen counter with my reheated plate of protein and carbs. Hmm, delicious.

"Uhm, can I?" I pointed at the empty seat next to him.

He shrugged as an answer.

"I guess not." I said to myself and sat at the next seat next to his. So there was like a seat apart.

It was dead silent. Knife and fork sound clashing with the plate echoed inside the kitchen. I glanced at Kyle and he's gulping every terrorizing liquid from that cylinder can beer. I stared as the liquid made its way down his throat and how the bulging thing in between his neck went up and down harmoniously.

"Does it fascinate you?"

I snapped. "What?" I sounded so confused. Ha! Pathetic, B!

"You're fully aware that you're fixating on me, right?" He asked, casually.

"Definitely." Shit, no! "Uhm, I mean... I am not fixating. I was just... admiring the night sky!" I pointed at the window overlooking the sea and the endless abyss.

"Right. Enjoy the night sky." He said while hopping out of the stool.

"W-Wait!" Oh gosh, why did I stop him? What would I tell him?

"What?" He asked.

"Uhm.." Say a word, Rebecka! "You... You should... You should throw the cans away. Aunt Tessie hates it if her kitchen's a mess." Really, Becky? Is that all you can do?

"Fine." He took the cans and shoots them at the waste bin. He then walked past me as I stiffened.

"Wait," I stopped him... again.

"What now?" He sounded annoyed; I can see his furrowed brows.

"I-I wanted to apologize, too. I was an insensitive, big-mouthed girl. I know that was a very sensitive stuff to talk about and I just blabbered things out. I was completely insensitive. And I apologize for that." I couldn't look him straight in the eyes. It's just so intimidating. I bit my lip for all the tension in the air. I said it. I apologized and that's good. I am guilt-free!