Radio Addict//h.s.

IX

That day, I was very annoyed. I was basically annoyed by every single thing that was happening. It was just a normal day and a normal afternoon but it was my Mom and Dad's death anniversary that day.

I had visited the cemetery and I was angry at life. Angry at that cursed day when they just had to go to their office to get me the gift they left there for my birthday. Angry at the stupid truck driver who was drunk and hit their car so hard that they died on the spot. 

I was a crying mess when I was driving back home and there was a lot of traffic. And of course I was irritated by the traffic as I wiped the tears vigorously off of my cheeks. I looked to my side and then I saw him.

There he sat calmly in his car, his fingers thrumming the steering wheel as he mouthed some words to a song playing in his closed car.

He looked so good. From his short hair, to his face cut to his jawline...to his lips. And in that moment, he made me forget everything. Every pain and every annoyance that I was feeling towards life as if disappeared.

If I hadn't seen him that day, the topic would be 'death' that would be discussed on that day's show. But thanks to him, I spoke about such a random topic. The first sight.

Then I discovered that he lived right in the house next to mine. I was thrown off and beyond everything when I saw his eyes. The lit cigarette just stayed there hanging between my lips as I just stared at him and forgot how to breathe.

And when he had told me that night to stop smoking, I tried. I swear I tried to not smoke ever because he told me to. I would've never done it rather I would have laughed at the person's face for saying such a thing because I don't give a fuck if I die of smoking. But when he said it, I felt like it was the only and precious rule that I needed to follow otherwise I'll betray him and I don't want that guilt. But as I said I tried not to smoke, it was really hard. I couldn't stop smoking but I can say I did it once a week.

And that Saturday I asked him about Love at first sight, wanting to know what he thinks about it. Because I was really skeptical that he would look at me like I'm a creep. I already knew he felt atleast something for me because he kept listening to my shows for like 2 months straight and he would always call me. Every single day. So that is why I wanted to know his opinions. I indirectly asked him about it and his answers, his words, his explanation made me fall in love with him. Again.

And after that I couldn't bring myself to run the show because if I would do so then he would call me and then I'll fall deeper for him. I'll fall for someone everyday who won't fall for me even once. But then yesterday I got desperate and got drunk to forget about him but my mind, heart and feet led me here. I have no idea what happened last night.

And now here I was, at his place, staring at him sleeping on the couch. His hands were crossed on his chest as his legs were covered by a thin blanket. He looked so good and peaceful sleeping like that with his eye lashes shadowing his cheekbones and his chest rising and falling at a slow pace.