Lost Stars

Chapter Three

I felt a sudden urge to hold his hand but decided to just look away. The conversation is getting deep as every minute consumes every breathing moment of our togetherness. I fell silent feeling nostalgic and a little weak continuing the story.

He brushed my hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. This is one of his favorite thing to do.

"Your hair, it's different." He said.

The memories of Will started to invade my thoughts.

When his hair started to fall off because of his chemotherapy, I've decided to cut my hair too. He was laughing at me when he first saw what I look like with an almost bald head I cant help but wrap him around my little arms. God, I really miss him.

"It'll be longer soon." I said trying to sound normal as possible. It's shoulder length now and straight, Allen remembers it wavy, long and messy. Those were the younger days.

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I looked at him. The alcohol started to kick into his system.

"Hey, lets grab some coffee. C'mon."

The cold wind welcomed us as we went out of the bar. It gave us shivers as it touches our skin.

There's a coffee shop at the cul-de-sac. It will just be a short walk. I started walking and Allen is trying to gain his balance.

"You alright?" I asked and was about to hold his shoulder when he stopped me.

"I'm okay, you don't have to. Im fine." He answered and walked ahead of me.

He's always been stubborn at things like this. He don't want any help unless he asks for it. He decides on his own and regret it later.

I remember this time when my friends indirectly pushes me to go on second date with him.

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"So, did you take our advice?" Sandy asked while we are having lunch two days after my date with Allen. Thursday is a routine lunch date with them.

"It wasn't that bad." I answered. I was actually busy chatting with him now.

"Details bitch!" Frank nagged.

I told them that after we had coffee, we went to this place with huge freedom wall where we can paint whatever the hell we want. It was fun and dirty and new for me. We used spray paint and he was really good at it. He even wrote my name and took pictures of us. I show them some pictures on my phone because Allen told me to pretend to be a model. It was embarassing at first but eventually I did some nice pose.

"Dylan knows this?" Sandy asked. I shook my head.

"What's new with that? He always remain quiet whenever he had his time with Brynne." Frank explained.

We talked about that actually, I mean I need my own time calming myself after feeling paranoid about them talking. It's just to avoid fight and misunderstanding. No talking for a week just to let the negative vibes go. Then he will knock on my door after that and everything will be fine again.

"Arent you getting tired of that Hansel?" Sandy asked again.

She is the one who never runs out of questions regarding me and my relationship with Dylan. I sighed.

"Don't be such a coward trying with someone else." She adds.

"You know I did that a lot of times and I've always screw things up, I've always find myself coming back to him." I said pitying myself.