Just For A Day

Penitent, Yet Grateful

18th August 2014.

I spent the rest of my summer vacation sank into my almost-worn-out bean bag, watching 500 Days Of Summer over and over again. And as usual, crumpled tissues were everywhere in my room.

My room was dark, no sun rays seemed to be paasing through the curtains. Every time it was raining outside, I drew the curtains to open and I would be sitting on the windowsill of the bay window in my room and fell deeply in love with the rain as I found peace in it.

From the strong hatred for the rainy days to loathing the brightness of the sun.

The trash can in my room was full of microwaved popcorn bags as well as bottle of water and cans of Diet Coke. I wore pyjamas at days and nights. Leaving my phone uncharged for several days and my bed untidied.

I turned on one of Maroon 5 songs, Payphone, out loud through the surround speakers I bought last two years as the noise from the new neighbour next door. They just moved into the empty house and had already disturbed the neighbourhood.

My mom left the house and went overseas to get her job done. I didn't do the chores for months now, yet the house was still clean excluding my room.

My friends tried to reach my phone, knocking the door of my house but I was too idle to answer any of their questions if they asked.

I just wanted to remain hidden in this world.

But it was funny how I sometimes wanted them to be here with me but sometimes, I wanted them to leave me all alone.

Because I was too woeful to deal with the reality.

[Wed, 18/08/2015. 13:45] : Go for a walk. Take a fresh air.

Mom replied my text message as I sent her one when I finally made a decision to charge my phone.

My friends' messages flooding my notification and they were all bombarding with questions as to why I shut the world out.

I sighed before getting myself ready to go out as mom suggested me to. Wearing my white plain t-shirt, blue denim skinny jeans and slipped my feet into a pair of my Ugg boots then walked out of the house with my hair untied.

I tramped down the pavement to Franklin park with my head down. The sun was shrouded by the grey clouds and I was happy just to look at it. Apparently, the rain would fall in no time.

As soon as I arrived at the park, there wasn't a lot of people wandering around in here. Which was good.

So that I could clear off my head with all of the so called worried thoughts about Tristan.

I didn't know why did I keep wondering about him.

And that was why I wanted to forget that he was actually existed in my life. Why would I bear him in my head when he didn't miss the moments we joked around as much as I did.

Unexpectedly, I got bumped into someone's...chest whilst I was walking with my head down.

I looked up at the person I got bumped into which was a warm blonde teenage guy whom was taller than me by 5 inches and saw him holding an ice cream cone but the ice cream had fell onto the ground.

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry," I didn't know what to do at the moment. Still, registering what just happened into my head.

"It's okay," he smiled, showing his dimples that any girls would have fallen for him just in split seconds.

"Should I- should I buy you a new one?" I said, indicating to the ice cream cone he was holding.

"No, no, it's fine. It's for my annoying little brother, though. I don't want to buy it for him actually," he chuckled.

"But still, you used your money to buy. Should I pay-" I trailed off as I patted my thigh to search for my purse.

Which, I unintentionally left it at home.

"You don't have to. It's fine, honestly," he laughed a little to see my shock expression. "I'm Levi, by the way. Levi Allison," he extended out his hand for a handshake.

"Gwendoline Everett," I beamed and accepted his warm handshake.

"So...do you mind to go for a walk with me?" Levi proffered.

"What about your brother?" I worried.

"He's with my mom. My new house is not really far away from here," he shrugged.

New...house? He was the new neighbour next door?

"You just moved into this town?" I asked with my eyes wide opened.

"Yeah," he simply replied. "I'm from New York, so yeah."

"It seems like we live next door," I chuckled.

"Wait," his confused smile grew wider across his lips. "So, you were the one who turned on Maroon 5 song? Payphone?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "One of the fans?"

I put my hope so high as the skyscraper that he might be the one but...

"Nah, I hated them," he said bluntly.

"Oh, thought so," I glanced away.

Then we both got to know each other as we walked around the park until the sunset. We laughed, we teased each other and did some stuffs that friends would always do.

But then, a moment there, I had forgotten about Tristan and to my amazement, I found myself falling in love with this new neighbour blonde guy I just met.

And the story about me and Tristan buried in the past. Remained hidden and untold.

After worth of watching 500 Days of Summer movie for uncountable times, I finally understood the meanings of its quote.

"People change. Feelings change. It doesn't mean that the love once shared wasn't true and real. It simply means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart."

--The End--