Confessions of a Cynic

T W E N T Y

Eros was thankful that they were riding a scooter or else, god knows what might happen to the blue-green ombre' haired lady riding at speed on a turquoise scooter. He called out to her in caution but she only laughed at him and let the cool sea wind run to her face.

Thankfully too, they need to stop to ask for directions towards the port. At least, she could slow down for once before going on full speed once again. He might grew tired calling her out but then, he may also not deny it that he likes watching and hearing her laugh.

"I can see it! I can see it!" Psyche exclaimed, pointing at the port by the distance. Without even waiting for him, she accelerated her speed with a childish laughter and cheers.

"Psyche, wait!" Eros called out to her, trying to catch  up with her. She was already ahead of him but somehow, he didn't want to speed up no longer. He like how her colored ombre' hair flew along the wind.

He never hated her hair. Those long, beach hair that she loves to play colors with it- he never hated them. Even long before they were still in their teenage years, the first time she started to dye her blond hair in colorful strands of purple, green, blue and pink, he had always like them. It was easy for him to see her.

He was once again awake from his thoughts of her by the time they reached the bay, just a distant away from the port. There were a plentiful of colorful boats floating by the sea. Fishermen has just finished their day and are heading home. They were other tourists that has just arrived on the island. They were other people too who came to watch the sunset, either sitting on the cemented ground or just walking in pairs or in groups.

"Wow." Psyche gasped, removing off her helmet, fascinated of the scenery. The sun was still awake but it has shown its display of colors, about to get ready for its slumber. 

He watched her get off the scooter and walked just a little towards the edge and sat, lettings her legs dangle. He followed her, also fascinated at the scenery of the sea and sky, and sat beside her.

"How's your article coming?" Eros asked her, trying to come up with a conversation.

"Okay. I guess." She shrugged her shoulder and laid back with her arms supporting her. "I haven't really come up with a good article. Like, my mind is not yet organized. Too many things have been going on lately."

Eros nodded at this, "Well, you should do that faster now. Time's ticking."

She heavily sighed, "I know that. It's just that-" She stopped, sat up again and stared at the horizon. 

"What?"

"For the last few days, there are things that has been happening. Things that-" She stopped once again. She couldn't let it out.

"You can tell me about it, you know." He told her, gently.

She looked at him, surprised. What? "I haven't heard you say that in a long time."

He looked back at her, surprised too but eventually turned into guilt. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Like 12 years ago. Back when we were still friends."

It felt like a strong pang on his heart when he heard that. Back when we were still friends. He looked away from her, his conscience ringing on his head. Back when we were still friends.  He knew he has forsaken her just because he was a coward. A coward who doesn't want to lose his popularity and his popular circle of friends. But he was just a teenager, who sometimes does stupid things. 

"Psyche, I'm sorry." He let it out. It gathered a lot of courage for him to say it to her, right to her face. He shouldn't have done that to her. He shouldn't have just watch her from the side while his friends and his girlfriend would make names for her, or push her towards the lockers or play pranks on her. He watched her fight on her own and that moment, he realized that she was far braver than him. He admired that-always admired that.