Miss You

It was raining hard outside. You were sitting in front of your study table using your laptop. You were surfing the net and chatting with a friend. You sighed. You weren’t really the type to actually feel depressed over nothing. But hey, the weather suited you just fine. You might as well add the fact that you were alone in the house tonight. For some weird reason, when you got home from a jog, all of your family members were nowhere to be found. They left you a note that they would be back tomorrow afternoon. It was definitely not helping your situation.

“I can already feel the distance.” You typed as a reply to your friend.

You dropped your head on your desk, forehead first.

In all honesty, you weren’t really feeling depressed because of no particular reason. Heck, you just didn’t want to admit it, but you actually had not seen your boyfriend for almost two weeks and it was bothering you. It might seem like a short amount of time but for you, it felt like months. And the both of you barely kept in touch because of your busy schedules. He was busy with his career while you with your studies.

You turned your head to the laptop’s direction to see what your friend replied to you. You immediately sat up and stared at your laptop’s screen as if it grew a head. ‘WHAT?!’

You stared at the innocent text, hopefully thinking that it would change into something else. But it seemed like no such miracle would happen. You jumped out of your seat and hopped on your bed, rolling on the latter.

“He’s on his way there, by the way.” was your friend’s reply. 

You took a pillow and hugged it really tight. You went out of the bed, and replied to your friend. 

“Tell him not to.”

You walked to your bed again, this time, bringing the laptop with you. It’s not like you didn’t want to see him. Heck, you had been thinking about the moment you two would meet again for almost two weeks! But now, you actually felt some distance between the both of you. You didn’t know how to look at him. 

“Too late.”

You buried your face with the pillow in your hands. You didn’t know what to do anymore. You didn’t have the guts to talk or message him as of the moment. You groaned. You wished time would stop. You needed more time to prepare yourself in meeting him once again, because you know it was inevitable, he was going to come over. Tonight.

Speaking of which, why was he even thinking of taking a visit at this hour? It was already 8:18 in the evening, and he would probably arrive at around 9. You groaned again in frustration. “What the freaking hell?!”

 You read your friend’s reply again. She added “He left two hours ago. Oh, did I mention that he‘s bringing a cake he just baked? Okay, nevermind. Teehee~ :’>”

Two hours?! What on earth was that guy doing?! Forty five minutes was enough to get here. And did she just put there ‘cake’. You blushed. Now you really wonder what your boyfriend was planning. There was no special occasion going on today. So, what?

You placed your right hand on your face. “Urgh... Damn you, Huang ZiTao.” You uttered under your breath.

The next few minutes, you were happily chatting with your friend but you were talking about something else. You were trying to calm yourself by forgetting that your boyfriend was coming over. Not long after, your door bell rang. You felt a shiver run down your spine. You didn’t need to look over your window to know who it was. You knew it was him.

“He’s here!” You told your friend. You pretty much forgot that it was still raining outside.

“Good~ >:D”