The Girl Who Wished Upon The Star
Tick.
Tock.
The moon is waning, only a few of the city's lamppost remain lit as we talk under the midnight sky. The surrounding silence was deafening, it was as if unspoken words are floating right above us, waiting for gravity to do its job.
Tick.
And finally, it did.
Tock.
"Go." An inaudible whisper suddenly drops the bomb.
"I'm sorry, but what did you say?"
"Go. Just go."
It's amazing how a word with two letters pronounced in a single syllable can stop the world. At first, I thought that it was only an exaggeration used by people who go through regrets. But I was wrong, and they were right all along.
My world did stop.
I drop my confident stare onto the ground, carefully observing the uneven pavement as I wait for a response.
"Thank you." A pair of strong arms pull me into a hug as the wind howled. My chest tightens as my freezing body collides with his.
If only it can last forever.
"Thank you," he repeats it again, "thank you," and again, "thank you." And again.
'Don't thank me.' I bitterly thought to myself. If I had the chance to stay selfish, I would have. But I couldn't bear to wipe that lively smile off his face, because I know for a fact that if I say that word, that heavy and excruciating verb, he would drop everything else no matter what happens, just for me.
And I did not want to be the reason of another failed relationship.
"Goodbye." He whispers as he buries his face into the crook of my neck, with his warm breath in contact with my skin, I could not help myself but to drown with the waves of satisfaction. Not in a lustful way, but in a more mundane and bittersweet manner.
He always had a talent of saying 'goodbye'.
Finally, he releases me from his loose hug. The cold breeze suddenly blows past us, causing me to shiver. The warmth was long gone, and yet, the way that he looks at me with his forest green eyes with an earthy brown shade at the outer rims, is enough to get his message.
'Thank you for releasing me towards my happiness.' It seemingly screamed at me. If only words are not painful, he would've said that a long time ago.
The boy in front of me turns his back. I stay dazed for a few seconds, recalling all the things that I love about him. As he walks away from the bench where we talked, I slowly remember the 'wrinkles' next to his eyes due to smiling happily, the memory of the dimple carved at the edge of his mouth, how it felt like when I used to caress his face.
Oh how I would miss those times.
Don't.
Don't.
Suck it up.
Damn it.
I snap myself out of memory lane, quickly preventing a disaster from happening. I look far ahead to see if he is still there, taking his time to walk under the night sky. But then again, it isn't anything like the movies at all.
He is not there. He wanted to vanish right from the start, from the moment he called me out here, he was waiting for me to let go.
"A-Ah...." I try to say something but all that came out was a shaky sigh.
Damn it.
It was supposed to be cold, but as soon as I close my eyes, a burning sensation has spread across it.
'It's just one word, one syllable, and four letters! Why couldn't you say it?!' I internally scream at myself.
Four letters. One word. One syllable.
I look up at the sky, surprised by the awing constellation scattered across its dark surface. It's so beautiful, it hurts. We were supposed to guess whatever star we can find, actually, it was supposed to be him who should be happily pointing out the big dipper to me.
I now regret not having the interest about this. If I did, would he— no, impossible.
My vision blurs as hot salty tears stream down my cheeks. At last, I decide to open my sealed lips. My knees suddenly gave out, causing me to stumble upon the cold hard path.
"Stay." I cry out.
A/N
Hello there! A.G.W here! This is my first story posted here on wattpad so please don't hesitate to suggest and to correct my grammar :))
I decided to change the introduction tho...
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