One In A Million

Chapter 54 Part 2

14/03/2015

I swallowed a sip of the extra hot black coffee, the second. A black coffee would always boost me up, for example revitalize my body after a sleepless night, dissipate my misty mind on a misty morning, black coffee was always a strong ally in any situation, but this time, it seemed to have a grudge against me. The more I sipping of the strong black drink, the more dizziness catching on me, as if it was draining off my energy. I felt like I was some narcotic drugs treatment and the secondary effects shown off, having my fingers jelly, repeatedly dozing off, all I wanted was to be in my bed and fall asleep. But was coffee to be blamed for my lethargic state, or something else, like my delirious strain. Just the idea of thinking on Marco standing right there brought chills down my spine. I had been thinking so much on the words, an eligible speech, every forms of excuses existable or whatever this would sound like to tell him, I never placed myself in such a troublesome situation whereby I'd had to humiliate to obtain what I wanted. But a question that had to be asked first was, would Marco even decide to shos up to my spontaneous thought meeting. I hadn't received a reply of him to my message, as a result of that, I was in the complete unknown if he would come or not. This wait seemed like to run through an infinite tunnel, stressing me out like never before. Another point, perhaps of being here, in that place full of absolute good memories of us, our place where we used to walk to eat ice cream with Nico, yes, too full of memories, and memories only. I knew I should have set this meet at another place, not one such here. Stupid me.

My mind got lost again, somewhere in a a misty area of my brain, that I forgot I had a lit cigarette in my hand. My actual condition had made me relapse back into smoking, something I had quit for a year now, it felt like every of my baD habits were surfacing again, and I had no will to fight against that. What to fight for, with no real motives. I smoked the last puff of the cigarette and thrown the end to the grassed ground, when a presence was felt to me. I lifted my head, not believing yet with my eyes that Marco stood right here indeed.

"Ohh... [I choked on the smoke I swallowed]. For a moment, the surprise caught me so hard that I forgot how to speak. "Hi.." I said clearing my throat.

Marco only stood there, removed his glasses, with an emotionless face expression. He had the coldest eye gaze I ever got to see from him, so cold that I felt it running under my skin. It got me totally lost for words. After all, what could I expect, a warm eye contact of him, no way.

"How are you?" I asked mindlessly.

"Alive, as you can see." He responded so coldly, again my feet lost ground.

"Yes... [I nodded and scratched the back of my head with my fingers]. Hmmm how is the cutest of the little monters doing?" Perhaps that mentioning on the apple of his eyes would ward off this ill feeling which instantly formed between us.

"Nico is absolutely doing great, playing with his toys like every normal child of his age." He spoke, with a little curve on his lips, almost unnoticeable.

"Awww, I really imagine this scene of him playing with his cars, and eating chocolate."

"Yes, his favorite thing on earth, chocolate."

"Have a seat, please." I asked. He bite his lips, starred sideways, probably thinking on if he must or not sat, then finally opted to sat on the free bench in on the opposite side of the table. "Marco thanks for coming, I really appreciate it." I said with a hint of hesitation. He simoly nodded as his answer, choosing of looking sideway again, it said all he was as much avoiding the eye contact with me.

"So what is so urgent."

"I need to ... talk to you."

"Don't be long then, time is running fast, and I don't have much of it, I'm pretty busy with personal stuffs."