Love Sick : The After Story

I'll Protect You

Tick Tack.

The round clock on the wall continued it's course, just as I continued mine. 

It had been a homecoming gift from my mother years ago, one that we both had loved. Although it had a simple design, it served to give the home a cozy feeling. We had a copy of the same clock back at home, so whenever I looked at it, it would bring back memories of my childhood days. When I would spare it impatient glances, as I waited for my father to arrive so he could take me to play soccer at a nearby park. 

Looking at it would always give me a feeling of familiarity and warmth, as if I had taken some part of them with me. It reminded me of home and of my family. But today, it just served to worsen my anxiety. 

The shorter of its hands was pointing at a 9- soon to be a 10- and I still had no news from Phun. I had arrived hours ago, hoping to find him home, but I'd just been welcomed by two hungry kittens. I hadn't thought much about it and focused on some daily chores that were left to do, like feeding the cats and doing the bed, but the more time passed, the more anxious I grew. 

He said he would be home for dinner, but where was he? Is he abandoning me now? Now that he has been accepted back into the family, is he leaving? Or was that a requirement to stay? Even though I felt guilty for the sudden distrust I was giving him, those thoughts couldn't help but cross my mind. But nevertheless, another voice inside of me assured me. No, he wouldn't leave you. Hasn't he show you that already, time after time? If there's something that you should know by now is that he is loyal to you and he will remain. I assured myself, letting out a deep breath.

Maybe he is just running late due to the bad weather. 

And that seemed more than a possibility with how the weather was outside the window. Although it had been sunny earlier, gray clouds had appeared as I made my way home. They soon were covering the sun and the blue color of the sky, tainting everything in gloominess. I had just started to wonder whether it would rain when the announcement came through the radio. A big thunderstorm was on its way and according to the report, the chances of floodings was high. I found it strange at first, considering the season and earlier weather, but as the first raindrops hit the windshield, I finally knew it wasn't a joke. 

It had been an hour of walking relentlessly from side to side, with a hammering heart inside my chest and there was still no sign of Phun. A white fur ball had followed after me, making out of my despair a test to see who's limbs would give in first. By the sloppiness of his steps, I could tell that it wouldn't be mine. Through the open window of the living room, I could tell that this wasn't a normal storm. The sky had turned a dark shade of purple, almost black, and the wind was blowing fiercely, making a cracking sound against the wall. Every once and then, a booming thunder would sound followed by a flash of lightning, and the kittens would stop for a moment in alarm. 

The scenery outside told me that there was a huge chance that Phun had decided to spend the night at his parents to avoid the weather, but my gut kept telling me otherwise. Something went wrong. He would've called by now otherwise. The voice inside my head insisted, as I tried to call Phun with no fortune. Why was he not answering? Could it be that he wanted to be alone? I knew Phun well by now to know that this was one of his habits. Whenever he was angry or sad, he would shut himself from the world. Was these one of those behaviors? Too many questions and not enough answers. 

Tick Tack.

The hours continued to pass by and there was still no sign from my lover. I didn't know how much time had passed- an hour? two, perhaps? I had long lost the track of time as well as the strength to keep on walking restlessly. Now I had resigned to the confines of the couch, with my elbows resting against my knees and my head hidden behind my hands. The kittens had long gone away to our bedroom and I had been left to worry on my own. The thunderstorm had lost its strength too and had settled into a small drizzle, which was the only noise surrounding me as well as that of the rom-com that played on the television. I recognized the movie. It was one of Phun's all time favorites. It made the burden grew heavier. If only he was here...