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Stay, Away (CanMaple & - ) IDK Drabble #4

Two years felt like a day or maybe even a second like a memory if one wasn't paying attention. Within those 2 years, I found what I can only describe as freedom, I was no longer a puppet bound by strings nor was I no longer a falling angel, wings wounded and seemingly impossible to fix. Many things happened, some resolved, some remained as mysteries but one thing stayed in place was me still being overly sensitive and still kicking with negativity here and there.

Mathew and I haven't kept in touch in a while, I was starting a fresh new year as a senior high school student while Matthew with his in Canada. At the beginning of my semester, I didn't have much to do but try to contact and talk with Matthew through Facebook but he was somewhat distracted during those moments. Whenever I'm busy, he was suddenly just free, waiting for me and vice versa.

I wouldn't admit it loudly but it gets a bit frustrating after a while. Along with this anger, I felt a ting of guilt because I am partially responsible in this long distanced relationship or whatever this relationship was. I was guilty of not trying to connect with him or try to reach him, I would instantly blame it on school or personal projects but—

It's no doubt a sense of distraction and change of times that kept me from him.

2015 and 2016 passed by and this Christmas of the year end 2017, there was finally a Christmas miracle. This time, I was the one who initiated to visit him. He protested a bit but he should know that I can be quite stubborn. He reluctantly agreed after a few pestering and insisting and told me to wait at this park.

I've visited Canada a few times, courtesy of sweet Mattie so I knew my way around to the area. Just like two years ago, it was nighttime and the sky was pouring down with snow. The silence was rather pleasing, a breakthrough from my depression way back.

My gloved hands tailed down to touch a familiar metal pole of a street light, illuminating and reflecting back nicely against the snow. I smiled softly as I watched the snow in contact with my gloves, I could still feel some of the coldness there.

I walked deeper and deeper into the park, knowing a certain place where Mattie and I usually go. Finally seeing a clearing, I made it to the bridge. It was still beautiful like the last time I've been here.

The water has frozen to ice, glistening even in the night. The bridge was coated with snow but I could remember its beautiful deep green color. I walked a bit closer to the bridge, it appears there is someone there. My darn poor eyes can't see very well, glasses got fogged up.

I assumed it was Matthew so I started jogging, mindful to not trip on snow and waved my hand up high to signal him. "Mattie! Hey Mattie!"

As I reached the bridge, I got to look at the figure closely, he jumped and turned to me. Only then I realized that he wasn't Matthew Williams. But some guy with a bowl cut for hair and thick eyebrows. He could've looked ordinary if not for his sunglasses.

Who wears those in the middle of the night?

"O-Oh, I'm so sorry. I mistook you for someone else!" I bowed apologetically then abruptly stood up straight again when I realized that I wasn't in Japan and in Canada. "Ah, I see. No need to be so shaken my sweet, I do look like I have many faces." His voice was deep and I caught his Japanese and his weird English accent.

"You're Japanese?" I asked out of relief because I thought I was embarrassing myself. "Indeed I am! I have left the comforts of my home country, the Land of the Rising Sun, to explore the world and its mysteries, to discover what I am and who I was meant to be, this journey was so far—"

Oh my God is he very talkative. I automatically tuned him out in favor of watching him go into different poses and hand gestures, despite tuning him out though, his words reached my ears and it somewhat turned into shrivels that went crawling around my skin. This feeling was familiar, I am obviously cringing.