smoke {c.h}

yes

fray

"Have you ever heard the term regression to the mean?"

He was sitting on my bed cross legged, eating an overly reddish apple that he might've snatched from snow white. I am currently trying to blow dry my hair, since i am staying in a place which have a tropical weather that usually causes it to look like an afro waiting to happen. He took a few bites before considering to answer my question.

"I have, but I forgot where and I don't know what it means." He replied, uncrossing his legs and stretching it, probably because of cramps. He easily gets cramps on his feet, because as he told me just a little while ago, more on, explained since I've seen some championship trophies outside the rooms, that he used to play soccer.

I turned off the machine that dries my hair and plopped down beside him, "It means that eventually, all things have to come back to the middle," I paused, lying down.

"Explain further," He finished the apple and threw it in the trash can in the corner of the room and lying down beside me afterwards.

"I mean, life for me has been good for a while now, I've been happy for a while. And you know what comes after happiness, right?" I sighed, which made him sat. "And if there's one thing I've learned about life is that happiness is temporary, but it comes back. It will always will."

He sat for a while and said nothing about my sudden contemplation about life.

"But." He blurted out after a few moments of silence.

"Why does it leave? I mean I don't get it, why cant it just stay? Why does happiness let sorrowness win sometimes?" He glanced at me, like he was hoping for some answers that were mind opening.

"Think about it Cal, if it's just happiness and just happiness, what's the point of living? And I think, happiness doesn't let sorrowness "win", happiness let it take over sometimes to help us deal with life. Life isn't pure good, nor pure bad." I plopped on my elbows and noticed that he was once again caught in his own silence or thoughts? how would I know.

"Hmm, point made. But.. what made you think about all that?" He caressed my cheeks that send shivers to my whole body, like the usual.

"Nothing, maybe I'm just a little bit afraid of what might happen in the following days,weeks,months or years for me. I'm just clinging to the word hope that I can hop over those struggles that I might encounter in the i hope not near future." His hand left my cheeks, and he laid down again facing me.

"Don't worry too much about the future Frayeza, I think you'll­- we'll be able to handle it." He smiled as he pulled me closer to him.

"So," I coughed, "we huh?"

"Yes, why? do you got a problem with that pronoun?"

I laughed, nuzzling my head to his neck. It feels so warm, and surprisingly not sweaty. Though, I'd still nuzzle if it was. Comfortable silence enveloped the warm atmosphere around us, he gently stroked my hair causing me to feel a little bit sleepy. 

"Fray?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Remember when we first met? on that rusty rooftop of your workplace?" 

I just hummed again, not finding the strength to blurt out a word.

"The first time I saw you, I was in denial. I know from the moment I met your gray, cold eyes, there would be warmth that I want to consume for life. I actually almost punched a wall that night, for pushing you away, there was about three nights I was tempted to broke my knuckles because I kept pushing people like you away." 

I was slightly stunned, "And where is this heading?" 

"Can you be my girlfriend?" He asked, nonchalantly, but I can feel the sincerity of  the question I've been waiting since who knows when. 

"Well, I was kind of expecting, like a wife or something but I guess that'll do, for now."

He wrapped her around his arms tightly, secured, like a vegemite that's sealed. a belt around a waist. a burrito in a foil. 

"When did you learn to be so cocky, huh?" He asked her, still feeling the bliss of electric shock all over his body.

"Since I met you."

They slowly leaned in, inhaling the scent of each other as they lips collide, their both hands running through each other's hair.

"I love you."

"You are so cheesy today but I love you too, Thomas."