The Olympian

Thirteen

Four years after...

Tokyo Olympics 2020

I made my way down the barricade to reach Simone Biles for an interview. Not really minding the crowd or anyone at all. I need to get my coverage.

Matte, on my back follows me with her video camera.

Yes, she's now my partner in crime.

Don't get me wrong, Gio and I are also in good terms but he just chooses to pursue pastry. He wanted that ever since.

"Hi Simone!" I greet her.

She quickly turned her face to me and is in a very cute, surprised reaction when she saw me.

"Fel!!!" She greets back and hugs me.

"How does it feel obtaining the highest scores?" I go on with the business.

"Of course, it's insane! But I just gotta do what I gotta do." She grins. "Are you still filming? I need to ask personal questions to Fel." She asks Matte. Then Matte put down the lens.

"Have you and Arthur already talked?"

It's been four years!

I'm already in 3rd year college, a lot had happened. Actually.

Im still a Dean's lister because of my coverages and portfolios, and of course my academics was never set aside.

Im now a writer under Likha Writer's Association, I perform spoken word poetry to support myself independently.

And I'm also a radio broadcaster now.

"No." I answered.

Someone from behind snatched my microphone, so Im shocked.
"You haven't interviewed me yet."

I know.

I didn't give him the permission to rest his chin on my shoulders.

But I know who this is.

If Im not mistaken.

I know a thing about a thing or two.

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight.

But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life,

If you were lucky,

You might meet someone who was exactly right for you.

Not because he was perfect,

or because you were.

But because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings hinge together.

Simone, who's still in front of me is freaking out,

And Matte decided to join the bandwagon.

I could see the crowd being wild, cheering.

But I only hear our heart beat,

Beating together as one,

Creating a harmony I've never described to be as lively,

But it made my soul alive.

It brings back the dead part of me.

I turn to face him.

His brown eyes,

His hair

And his dimples.

"Hi." He said, and smiled.

"Hi"

"Coffee?"

I've never been as happy as before.

It took me an hour to realize he wasn't going to take me to any coffee shops, but instead, he took me to his hotel room.

I liked the idea because we could talk.

Or not.

He gave a cup of coffee.

"How are you?"

I can't look him in the eyes. Does he know the lies?

Does he even care?

It's been four fucking years.

"Im okay."

"Im not." He said. Which made me look at him. "All I want to hear you say is 'are you mine?' But I guess I'll never get to hear it."

What an idiot.

"I thought I've gone away long enough to forget why I left, but all roads still leads me back to you."

Back at it again with his rhetoric.

"Can we just act like we never broke each others hearts?" I asked, looking at the window and the busy streets.

"I don't  want to forget how I left you and how you never came back because there I realized I couldn't live without you, that I only ever wake up in the morning to see your eyes as brown as the coffee."

He walks slowly towards me.

And I could feel the heat.

And the intensity.

And the longing.

So I feel the gap, the distance that once fucked us.

And hugged him.

So tight I could barely even breathe.

"You are the most exquisite form of self destruction...

And I can't stay away."

Then his lips met mine.