"Hey, Faith!" My jaw dropped as I heard Joseph calls me... by my name. It's a big deal. He's one of a hell handsome boy in this town where I live. Where he lives too, by the way. He's sixteen. Just like me. He doesn't know me a minute ago, I am certain of that. How did he know my freaking name? "Hey..." Ten seconds ago he is five meters away from me and know here he is, facing me. At least ten inches separating us. Also ten seconds and I'd faint if we stay like this, so I backed off. It's funny how I managed to calculate our distance. It only happens in fictitious stories right? After two years I guess, I managed to utter a 'hello'. "Can I get your number?" And that really stunned me. My jaw literally dropped. "Hey. I'm just asking for your number. What's the big deal about that?" He chuckled. "Anyway, can I?" I tried really hard not to stutter. And I guess I did not as I give him my cellphone number. "Why?" I asked him. "Why, why?" He questioned as if it's really not a big deal. "I mean, you don't know me. And I don't know you." There, I lied. "Would I ask for your number if I don't know you? And would you give it if you don't know me as well?" That made me want to disappear right at this moment.
But he didn't text me. At all. It's been a month. I sighed. Why would he text you, huh? Faith?
"Hey!" That voice stopped my from my track. I turned to look at the owner of that deep masculine voice. It was him. "Joseph..." I whispered. "I'm sorry. I lost my phone." He said as of explaining why he haven't got the chance to do. "Anyway, I'm gonna treat you an ice cream. Let's go." Then he held my hand. My very cold hand. "Okay.,"
That was the start of our love story. But it didn't end like a fairytale just like the start it is for me.
He forgot me. I don't really know. Or maybe it's just a lie all along. It's been fifteen years now. He's married. No, he's happily married with two children and working as a nurse. And here I am reminiscing our memories in these four corners of this room. A room where my family left me. They thought I needed this.
Maybe, I really do. I don't know anymore.
I was told that I've been here for more than twenty years now. Maybe twenty two?
I've been deprived of teenage life. They did this to me.
I am okay. But who would believe me? Not even Joseph.
