The Last Page

VI

HERS

I only rolled over and buried myself in the sheets when the sun was about to show over the horizon.

He was still awake, and probably sore, 
He slowly laid down too, without a word.

But I couldn't bear the silence.

I got up and went to make a fresh pot of coffee. I saw the leftover champagne from yesterday.

I was surprised at how clean my kitchen looked,
I took a sip from the bottle.

I heard him follow me into the kitchen.
I tried passing the bottle over to him, 

"I don't have anything to celebrate," he said, making his way to the coffee pot.

And we both knew that it was a lie.
Because ironically. It was his birthday.

I had always made fun of him, being just a day older than him. Just hours older.

I didn't say anything though.

I saw his reflection in my kitchen window.
How he patiently waited for the coffee to be ready, and when he was ready to pour it, he changed his mind.

Leaving the kitchen.

I sighed, taking a swig of my choice of drink again.

I made my way to the bed again, only to find it empty.

And a sudden panic introduced itself again.

I rushed to the living room, checking the washrooms on the way, and nothing.

It was impossible. I would've heard him go out the door.

"Val," I called through the house, only to see him on the bedroom balcony.
Enjoying the view.

All my nerves settled. And after taking a moment to compose myself. I joined him, leaning over the railings.

I took another sip,

"That's enough," he said, taking the cold, glass bottle from my hand.

I rolled my eyes.
Settling them at the horizon.

I saw the sun, just peaking above the horizon.

I wish I enjoyed this view every day. I was always busy getting ready or sleeping.

I realized that I had spent so much money on this apartment, but I never really enjoyed it.

I never cooked for myself anymore enjoyed the big TV, or watched this beautiful sunrise.

"It's beautiful," I said, it was my first time seeing this. 
And it was the prettiest.

The sun crept up. Bringing with him such colours that painted the sky with the finest strokes.

"It is," he said, putting a gentle hand around my shoulder, and pulling me closer.

I looked at him, only to see him already looking at me.

I smiled, fucking cheezy bastard.

"Hey," I said, grabbing his attention. 
"Happy birthday, chotu," I said, and the word made me smile even harder. I missed the accent on my tongue.
-little one

He rolled his eyes and offered and tried his best to hide the smile peaking through his lips.

He took a large sip of the champagne in his hand.
I raised my eyebrows.

There was no way he had forgotten, rather, he tested if I remembered.

Such a fool, he thought I'd forget.