As I was lying on my bed staring at my ceiling, the event since last night has been running through my mind. The most eventful night since I became a college student if I may say so.
I suddenly recalled the conversation I had with the guy who caused most of my troubles.
"I-I've noticed you before" he said while fidgeting on his shirt which made me notice that he has already taken a shower and change clothes.
"Oh."
That's it? That's all I have to say? You can do better than that Arlee!
"We go to the same school!" he suddenly blurted out.
"Okay."
Then, there was moment of silence. What can I say? What should I say?
I glanced at him. He had his head down with his brows furrowed together. For a big man like him, to look this worried doesn't seem to suit him.
"Uh... About last night.."
Here it comes.
"I'm so sorry for the trouble I caused you. I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"
"No."
Lucky for me I didn't.
He sighed and I saw the furrows on his brows disappear, but still he was looking down on his shirt.
"That's a relief" he whispered.
It's a good thing he cares enough to ask whether he hurt me or not. Then, another moment of silence elapsed.
"Do you need anything else?"
Rude, I know! I can't help it! I have a boy sitting right before me! To think that nobody has ever sat anywhere within this place except for me.
He looked up to me and this is the first time he met my eyes during this conversation.
He then excused himself and stood up. I was kind enough to lead him outside my apartment's door. Our parting greeting was kind of awkward though. A bye was all he said, then he turned and left.
As I was watching his back it was then that I remembered that I didn't tell him my name. He didn't ask for it but he told me his! Telling him my name would have been the right and civilized thing to do right? That's okay. It's not like we'll be seeing each other again anyway.
Now I am lying here on my bed, relieved that his presence is not here anymore. His presence is not overwhelming that it makes me feel suffocated like how I feel whenever I am with others. Nothing like that. I only hope nothing like this happens again.
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Wrong Room
RandomArlee Justine There are a lot of things she hates about the world and it is not in her to compromise. Caring about what other people would do to their lives is not in her agenda as long as they do not mess up with her. She does not have much friends...
