Chapter 2: What Is It?

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"Wow, I've got to stop hoarding...", I said to myself, looking at all the things I have in my bedroom.

"How would I be able to pack all of these for college? Unbelievable.", I said in disbelief.

My room isn't that big of a mess, it's just, a style? I don't know if I'm making an excuse or not but I just know that I have lots of things, I mean LOTS of them. My paintings posted on my wall, more art by the canvas stand, clean floor because I hate the feeling of feeling something that I don't want to feel, and gifts from people that I display on my shelves. Also! The things that I might need one day hehe, which are.. well.. everything. I need all of these. 

Though, something that I like the most are the fairy lights, it reminds me of the sun before it shy's away; it's calming.

After taking a quick bath, I wore a white tank top under a white semi-thin polo that I usually wear  when I sleep. paired with a short gray pants; pair of socks because I'm scared when I feel something touching my feet. To finish, I just tied my hair in a bun.

I went to my study table to get the book I have been reading for days. Then, I jumped on to my bed. I let out a hiss when I felt something pointy against my stomach.

"What on earth was that?", I grunted in pain.

I picked up the blanket, to see that it's a tiny box made out of wood. It's the size of a ring box- well, maybe because it is a box for a ring, but anyway. I picked it up to take a closer look, I remember receiving this from my friend. We used to hang out very often since we were just kids, now we barely see each other.

I sighed, looking at the rusty ring made out of a guitar string. How can I even wear this, now?

I jumped a little  when a bitsy stone hit my window. I was scared and nervous to go closer so I didn't do anything but to look at it, that maybe something would show up and tickle my feet.

Moments have past and there wasn't a single change or movement after that. I let out a sigh of relief and thought to myself that maybe it's just the kids from the neighborhood that missed a shot while playing a game that I won't ever play.

"AHH!!", I screamed. It was a short sound of terror muffled by my own hands.

"Shh..", the man from the tree trunk gestures in panic because of my scream. Holding to his dear life, grunting in pain before managing to get a grip on the window rail. Finally got into my room.

My eyes widened when I realized who the person was.

"Primo!", I squealed before jumping out of the bed to hug him.

He smiled to welcome me with open arms.

"Heavens, I missed you so much.", I teared up a little.

It's like all that I needed right now. The feeling of longingness stinged and now I cry.

"Good evening, sweet Bailey.", he says in the embrace.

We stayed like that for a moment before letting go of each other. He's grown so much in such period of time. Slick hair, broader shoulders, taller, deeper voice, his siren eyes are more defined. Everything about him seems more defined.

My smile faded and set a gaze at him. I saw his expression changed too, I can see confusion on his face.

"W-what's wrong?", he asked.

"You monkey! Where were you, huh?!", I punched him slightly on the chest. He grunts jokingly in pain.

"I never saw you again after that social night, almost a year now. Why did you just disappear like that? Without any notice? What's wrong with you?!", I said out of frustration.

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