When It's Gone (ONE SHOT)

ONE SHOT

                  

I couldn't help but shed the slightest bit of tear. I tried to stop, fearing that he would see me; fearing that a small tear could turn into a sob. I looked away, hoping that I was far enough not to be seen. I could barely see the color in his eyes, but his smile remained visible. I took a long breath, 'He's too busy to see me.'

It wasn't easy seeing him smile again. It made me wanted to go near him and just wrap my arms around his neck. It's been 8 months since I've last seen him. It was a short time apart but I felt like everything has changed. He seems so different. He looks carefree and much more joyful than he was before. He still has that scar that covered his left knee.

I walked closer, and from where I stand, a visible piercing appeared in his right ear appeared. It slightly angered me that he would do something so daring. I should've been there when he first got it. I should have...

But maybe the new Ben Christopher isn't the same guy I knew 8 months ago.

His hair, those messy locks that he consistently tries to straighten, still looks like coffee under the sun. I remember those times when I would mess up his air after his football match and he would just make a little laugh and straighten them back. I always told him to leave his slight curls alone. Well, he never listened.

He kicked the ball across the 11- aside football pitch and it left a loud 'THUG'. I felt the chill of nostalgia about the things I missed out those past months. It didn't seem like a long time ago, but to me, it felt like a whole decade has passed. 

A bit dramatic it might sound.

I felt the tear on my left cheek dry. I managed to wipe it off. From across, I could see him play with his brother and the other kids. Our coach was across the field as well but he gave me a smile and a quick wave. 

It felt good to finally see familiar faces again. The referee blew his whistle in a tune, signaling the game to be over. He shook hands with the other team.

I could feel my right foot wanting to go his way and my left wanting to go away.

He's coming closer to the benches where I stand. I was waiting for him to look at me but he didn't. I felt relieved but at the same time hurt. He sat on the ground and untied his laces. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Because every time he finishes a game, I was always sitting beside him. Although this time it was different.

 I walked slowly towards him; his name was already at the midst of my throat when suddenly a dark haired girl sat beside him, real close. She had curly hair and eyes that goes as wide as her smile.

"Ben!" The girl smiled and hugged him. Just like I used to do.

"Kryll," He smiled at her and hugged her back. He was smiling.

I felt a 'THUG' but this time it wasn't from the kick of the ball, but the kick on my heart. I didn't think it was possible for my heart to beat this loud. It's funny how he used to make my heart feel that way before.

The girl took his blue towel and wiped it off his forehead. Just the way I used to do. He was smiling, they both we're. I guess I didn't really expect him to move on this quick. Another tear was threatening to leave. I looked up a bit, hoping it won't fall.

I walked passed them and went to his brother. I gave him the widest smile, or the realest smile I could and greeted him congratulations. That's when he saw me. I knew, because I was looking at him too. I gave him a faint smile, with pain hidden under. I waved good bye as I started leaving the pitch.

I looked behind one last time, I saw him with the raven-haired girl, laughing about something I'll never know. This time, he didn't look back.

At that moment I knew, that the love we had was long gone, constantly riding in the waves of time.

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FIRST ONE SHOT EVARRRR! :) Hope you liked it. Wrote this a few months ago. Wah. :)

Question: Would you leave the love or give it a second chance?

-LEXXX