The Sticky Note Girl (2019)

CHAPTER 22

I'm almost running out of breath, I've searched the whole mall but I can't find him. I won't let go of this chance to talk to him. I don't know but I need to explain what he saw earlier. By the look on his face, I know he was thinking wrong. Why would I need to explain, anyway? I don't know. I just felt that I need to.

Things went by so fast that I don't know what I'm feeling about him anymore.

I stopped in my tracks. I placed both my hands in my knees, longing for air. Where in the world is he?

I scanned around and found myself in front of a closed shop located at the back part of the mall, where everything is under construction. Only few lights here were on, making it dark. I have no clue on how I got here, all I know is that I need to find him, and talk to him.

Afraid that I'm only seeing nothingness, I turned my back around then started walking away. I felt my heart went back to its cage as my breathing went normal again.

Sighing in frustration, I heard a fake cough from behind me. Hearing those familiar voice, I shivered. Why haven't I noticed him there? I stiffened my back as I slowly shifted my body to face him.

"Don't turn around." He commanded.

I froze. Putting my shaky hands in my jeans pocket, I muttered. "W-Why?"

One of the lights automatically went off as it sparked. Suddenly, there came a light, it was the sunset behind us, making me see our standing shadows right in front of me.

"I don't want you to see my face right now." He said.

"Why?" I mumbled again.

"This is a face of a jealous man." He fake coughed again as he finished saying those words.

"J-Jealous?" I asked tentatively.

Looking at his shadow, he stepped back, putting his hands on his face as I heard him groan.

"God, Sab. It's like I'm talking to a stone!"

I didn't reply. I just stood there, trying to take control on whatever I'm feeling. Truth is, I know what he was talking about, maybe. Everyone who can think knows, right? But I don't want to assume, so I want him to say it, explain it.

"Okay, sorry. Turn around." He muttered, calming his self.

Slowly like in drama movies, I turned around, looking down as I successfully faced his body. A minute of pause occupied both our mouths, no one said anything. He made it even harder when I know he was intently staring at me the whole time, waiting for me to look at him. Slowly, I tried to regain the normalcy of my body. Looking up at him, his eyes softened.

"I don't want you to say anything. I just want you to listen, okay?" He asked me, more like a statement so I nodded.

"I'll tell you now, I guess this can't wait any longer." He sighed deeply.

Waiting for him to start, he stepped a little closer to me, I swallowed hard. I longed for this scent for almost a week.

"I like you, Sabrina."

I froze again. I didn't see that coming.

My body stopped functioning. Everything was different and yet the same. Those words consumed my mind and body. As much as I want to answer back, I couldn't, especially when his hands met mine. His touch was much too unexpected for me to handle normally. My hands became shaky after feeling his warm hands pressing against mine.

"This might sound cliche but you mean to me more than you'll ever know." He tightened his hold. "Sab, I didn't expect to get this attached to you... And it was terrifying... That you might not feel the same." For a second, I look at him and I saw him blushed, I got no idea how I was able to see that right in this dark place.