Illusional Love (PENDING)

Twenty One

       "So this is your room." He opens the door of a hotel room with number 8012. The room is more than I needed. There is a bar, an ice bucket of champagne, a king-sized bed for all myself, and many facilities that I would say high-standard from how my usual standard would be like.

       "I don't need this. Really, Tyler. This is too much." I look up to him as he puts down my luggage and backpack that's been clutched to his hands since when he picked them out of the trunk.

       "I didn't really have a choice," I look down to the ground before meeting his hazel intimidating eyes. Sure his eyes are with flecks of gold and are so beautifully maintaining how sharp his face is. "most of the hotels here were already sold out." He shrugs off his shoulder and give me a heartwarming smile. "For you know uh, Christmas vacay."

       Damn, I wish Americans have that kind of smile. And the accent is pretty much tempting me inside out. I look away from him and turn around to look at my surroundings for the second time. Even if I had my back on him but I can feel his gaze burns through the back of my head. The window has taken the whole wall that allows me to take in the city of London that is standing right behind the window. London is something I've never imagined to ever stand on in my lifetime. I have never really had the future goals of traveling to London before him and all of these opportunities to take.

       But all I can wish now is to be here as long as I could, as long as I want to without any responsibilities about other things to do that needs me to go back to US. I may haven't seen the whole town yet, well but as long as Tyler is here, I can't agree more.

       "You know, it's a good-looking city." I turn around to find Tyler is near the corner of the bed, still looking at me. "I'd like to get a day off from everything and rent a room for a night in here just for looking at this sight once a month."

       I smile to him because I don't know what to say nor to ask. We're still too young for only two of us meeting by the range of our distance. Everything seems like as if we both have a wall in front of us for each and it just needs time until it breaks down by itself. I don't know when, but I know it'll break down sooner or later. Things becoming a little bit different from the countless times we have spent through video calls and texts in a matter of three a half months. The tension between us slowly becomes awkward and more than just awkward. Not exactly like awkward, I would say it's more like intimidating.

       As the time goes by only the silence and people talking by the wall beside my room, he finally breaks off the tension with a smile on his face. The smile I've always loved, the smile I've always adored. "So considering you haven't known any of the restaurants of which one has the delicious food, what time should I pick you up for dinner?"

       He's so nice. No one has ever cared about my dinner time nor if I eat my dinner. And this . . this is all new to me. The accent, the smell of his cologne, the real sound of his breathing, the deepness and gentleness of his voice, the shivering I feel down on my spine every time he talks. I've never wished any of these nor have I imagined if I would have this thing someday. The thing that just happened three a half months ago. I should thank God for every each thing that happens to me because without Him, such things like this wouldn't right in front of me. Tyler wouldn't be standing in front of me with a sheepish yet confident smile on his face.

       I wonder what my parents reaction would be like if they know about me flying across the country for meeting a guy that's now standing right in front of me. This is something that's totally put of my goals in life and sometimes life says to take it before it's gone from your opportunity lists. And that's totally the exact reason why I accept the offer. Just like how they always say, you only live once. Take it or leave it with no regret remains in you.