Just For A Day

Wounds & Scars

13th March 2015.

Within the past 124 days, Tristan was acting abnormally which was what a broken hearted person would normally do. And somehow, it made feel empty.

Day 3

He didn't talk to me.

Day 12

He was avoiding me.

Day 17

I didn't have the guts to make a conversation with him. Well, when did I ever do have the guts to?

Day 24

We both kept ignoring each other, avoiding the eyes.

Day 30

He didn't attend the Biology class which I was in. Obviously because he didn't want to see me at all. And in addition for that, our seats were next to each other.

Day 44

No text messages. No invitation to any of his friends' parties.

Day 56

Our eyes caught each other's in the cafeteria as I was about to make my way to where my friends were sitting at. But haplessly, the moment we looked at each other only lasted for 3 seconds.

Day 67

At the New Year's Eve party, he went home directly as soon as he spotted me standing around the balcony, waiting for the countdown.

Day 75

I saw him regarding at the sandy blond-haired girl whom was talking to her friend when I was at my locker before the lunchtime was over.

Day 99

Still nothing came up on my phone screen or even the knock on the front door of my house.

Day 112

He disappeared into the thin air after talking to the blond girl that he might have a crush on.

Day 123

The morning he saw me at my locker, he didn't walk away. He smiled. One smile that hid everything.

And today, I found it was eccentric / peniculiar to see Tristan's text message popped up in my phone screen the moment I got back home.

[Fri, 13/03/2015. 17:34] Tristan: Hey.

Why in all of a sudden he sent me a text message? After what had happened between the both of us for the past 4 months.

Why now? Why didn't he just contact me a week after the argument?

Boys with their mysterious persona had never failed to arouse my curiosity.

[Fri, 13/03/2015. 17:36] : What?

[Fri, 13/03/2015. 17:39] Tristan: That sounds a little impolite.

[Fri, 13/03/2015. 17:39] : I was born with it and you know it.

[Fri, 13/03/2015. 17:40] Tristan: Sure you did.

And I'd never expected that I would be conversing with him from 5pm until 11pm.

I thought that he would leave me forlorn subsequently for what I just did. Yet, he actually didn't.

We'd been sending some jokes towards each others, making fun of others and he even bragged about how proud he was to get an A in his math test.

Like he was the only one who could get that.

It felt like the pieces fell back into its places. But the thing was, I wanted to ask him why did he suddenly want to have a conversation? Yet, I wasn't as bold as he was to confess.

The unanswered question was lingering in my head and it kept bothering me for awhile as I prolonged the thought.

Anyhow, that question wouldn't matter in the end. What matter now was that I knew he was still holding the bond of our friendship.

And that was what made me smile.

***
Two weeks had gone by and he'd never contacted me anymore.

Which was strange.

"So, aren't you going to tell me what happened?" Zyana glared at me as Mrs Derrick told us to talk with your friends about our future.

I hummed for a few seconds, forming a smile on my lips in a tight line.

"Nope," I grinned.

"Oh, come on!" She whinged. "I've been waiting for the past few months now and you still haven't let the cat out of the bag!"

"Because this cat is still trying to get kill by the curiosity," I replied.

I still had thousands of questions concerning Tristan Flynn which was why I couldn't let anybody know about this first.

And neither could I keeping my mouth shut any longer. I wanted to tell her everything but I just didn't know where to start.

That was the typical problem of humans.

They didn't know where to start.

"I'll tell you sooner or later," she narrowed her eyes at me again. "I promise."

"You better be," Zyana threatened me with her forefinger pointing at me.

5 minutes the bell rang and it was time for lunch. Both Zyana and I made our ways down the staircase to reach for where our lockers were. Since her locker was far away from mine, I told her to meet me at the cafeteria.

But then, the moment we went apart, my pace was abruptly impeded by the view of a teenage couple.

"Way to go, Tristan!" Someone shouted and Tristan waved at them.

With a big wide long smile across his lips. Wider than the Cheshire cat's smile.

I didn't know whether he was acting like I was a nobody or he didn't see me at all or he was pretending not to see me at all since he had the girl, I assumed, he was crushing next to him, hand in hand.

So, that explained why he didn't keep in touch with me anymore.

Because he got what he wanted to have.

And what saddened me the most, what made me feel woebegone was he forgot that he had a friend. A friend who knew nothing about a girl he was crushing on. About the moves he was about to make to get that girl.

Why? Was I that hard enough for him to give some faith on me to keep a secret?

Come on! I was born to keep someone else's secrets. Everyone knew that apart from him.

Was it because I kind of dumped him last year that he found it awkward to tell me about the girl he had a crush on?

Why did he have to be so coward about this?

Somehow, the thought of him got into my nerves. And yet, made me feel wistful of what I just did to him.

Despite the fact that I had no hard feelings for him, I still found it depressing to see him with another girl he didn't tell me about.

We were friends. What was wrong with telling me the details regarding his crush?

Tried to think of it, he was one guy I knew whom was fast enough to move onto his life.

And I was the only one who kept holding the thought about the past.

Hence, I gave him the wounds and left myself with the scars.

I was the one who dumped him and I was the one who received the bad consequences.

Shame on me.