I walked to the nearest bus stop and waited. Scrolling on my phone, until the bus picked me up and dropped me off at another bus stop, that's when I saw him, on another bus, his brown skin, black eyes and green polo shirt.
"Hey!" I waved. He waved back, surprised and delighted to see me. I stood there hoping I could see him again.
That's when I didn't realize I would see him again three weeks later and, this time, we actually hung out.
"What's your name?"
"Pat," he replied simply. I learned his name.
The next time we saw it other, as if it was meant to be, he asked, "wanna date?"
"You serious?"
"Yeah, I mean it," Pat said and smiled at me. I didn't think of anything else, my illness, how I should let him know now that since we are actually a thing I just said yes and he hugged me in his warm arms and lifted me. I screamed, a high pitch screech and he put me down.
"Do it again," I said, I loved the feeling of his arms around mine.
That's when I heard a voice call me name.
"What?" I said aloud.
"What?" Pat replied. That's when I realise I was hallucinating.
"I'm sorry I am not doing well," I left with a handful of tears in my hands.
YOU ARE READING
The Art Of You
Teen FictionLiliana meets Pat at the coffee shop. Not knowing where their relationship would go. And whether he would accept her knowing a little secret: she has schizophrenia.
