When You're Gone (Very Short Story)

When You're Gone

"It's a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life. Won't you, take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?

I don't know who you are, but i'm with you."

This is basically how we first met. My friends dragged me this high school party that I didn't care for. I thought they were all immature people who just look for a reason to get drunk.

I was certainly uncomfortable. My head was spinning and the stench of alcohol was everywhere.

I feel like puking.

I felt so alone.

They were having the time of their lives while i was just here. On the balcony, staring at the stars as if my life depended on it.

Then came this guy, drunk, but not to the point that he doesn't know what the hell he was doing, I think buzzed was the term they use? came up to me and said

"The night looks beautiful tonight, right?" Startled, I looked at him like I just seen a ghost and he chuckled. Not the condescending one, just, the laugh that shows he was genuinely fine. Like all of his cares were gone, at least for tonight.

"Don't worry, I'm not the one that'll hurt you." He said. But I don't know if I should believe him. I can't take the chance. I can't take the risk of getting hurt.

Not again.

But, you know what they say. A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. So I thought,

"What more do you have to lose?"

We talked all through the night. We learned many things about each other. Where we grew up, our hopes and dreams, our ambitions in life, everything.

From the range of the littlest insecurities we held on to for so long to the current events.

I know this sounds weird. Why would you share everything you've experienced to someone you just met? To be honest, I didn't believe that you can just "click" with someone. Right now, I stand greatly corrected.

From there on, We've added the other's phone number, added each other on Facebook, followed him on Twitter, and He did the same with I, I've never thought I'd say this but,

I'm glad I went to that party.

He was telling the truth when he said that he wasn't the one that hurts people. If I didn't go, I wouldn't have met this amazingly wonderful person in my life.

It was at our two year friendship anniversary that he admitted that he was head over heels for me. I, being the shy, quiet introvert that I am, was really embarrassed because I can't take a compliment without blushing violently.

I mean, why would he, the very handsome and patient prick that he is, would ever fall head over heels for me?

He asked me if he could court me, I told him that I don't think that I'm ready for a relationship yet but he just said

"That's okay, there's no rush, we'll take this step by step. No definite answers and no expectations yet." So after thinking about it, I agreed.

The days turned into weeks, those into months. and those months turned into years. One day, I received a text from him. It said

"We need to talk. Is tomorrow fine with you?"

That was it. No emoticons, no nicknames like the stuff he usually puts in his texts. I was getting paranoid that he was starting to lose his patience. That he'll notice that I'm not worth his years of waiting.

The next day, I awaited his goodbye. I expected the worst to happen. He would realize that I won't make him happy. He'll realize that he's better off with another person. He'll just leave me. Let all of our memories fade away like it was nothing to him.