Midnight Talkies

.Of Midnight Walks.

 "If anything else, we simply get used to existing"

How can somebody become an important part of your life in just three days?

Either, he is already an integral part of your life which you have previously wanted to neglect or that he has weaved himself through your thick shell and has plopped himself beside you because he has seen you be your most vulnerable.

Trystan did not constitute in both the categories. Because for one, he is not somebody of relation to me and also because it would take a lot of effort for somebody to break my shell.

But, he in his own way, is trying to get past me and that is what scares me.

In three days he has given me a sense of vorfreude.

Now, albeit late I wish that he would show up tonight.

Because I am scared that I have attached myself to something which could be easily broken if any one of us did not show up. Because even if you believe that some things are transient, you cling to the hope that it's not like that. Because when somebody you love does not give a second thought about leaving you, you realize that it's easy to walk away after you make peace with yourself. And even if you forgive him or not, there is an empty piece of oblivion that stains your heart.

"Want to walk?"

I am shaken, yet again, from my reverie when I hear his voice.

I frown to myself before getting up and throwing my bag over my shoulder.

"You showed up late tonight" I state nonchalantly.

"Because mam, I did not know that we were to take attendance every night for our meetings" he says

I pause for a minute and give him a sideway glance. He looks at me and rolls his eyes before continuing anyway.

"My dad was awake. I could not sneak out early"

"What do your parents do?" I eye him curiously.

"Dad works as an orthopedic and mom's a gynecologist"

"Whoa!" I heave in skipping a rock while walking.

"What do your parents do?" he asks.

"Mom and dad both worked as lawyers. Partners in forensics. Now, it's only mom"

"Oh" he mutters, not questioning further.

We continue walking for while, inching closer to the horizon. A minute later we reach the steel steps where the light glints brightly because of the overhead lamps. Climbing atop, we start walking on the boardwalk. A few minutes of silence pass before he speaks again.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asks.

"Nope" I say popping the 'p' before continuing. "I'm alone."

"I wish that I did not have any siblings." He says "Not always, but sometimes, yes"

"I had wanted to have a sister when I was small" I admit truthfully.

"Why a sister? He asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

"Just because" I say looking straight ahead "I don't know. I was really small, so I don't really remember why. But I do remember my mom behaving rather awkwardly when I had demanded for sister" I smile at the memory.