Friendship.

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I sink into the warm water, bubbles floated around me, rainbow reflecting in the white light. The shifting rainbow capture the gaze of my dark eyes causing me to recall my encounter of him in the lift.

[Flashback]

"So, why don't you want to talk to me Monika?" He looked at me shoving his hands in his pockets. I can't keep ignoring him. He's only going to keep bugging me if I continue to ignore him. I let out a small sigh my vision glued to the silver doorway. The sounds of dinging occured every floor we passed. The sound of the mechnaisms hauling the lift upward was louder than our own voices. "I don't do friends." I mentioned briefly, my dull voice barely auidble. He paused for a moment in thought before replying with a look of concern, "Why not?" I returned with a cold shrug, I just didn't want to talk about it. The memories are too painful, I don't want to remember. They are locked away, lost with the dozens of my memories my mind had stored away.

A brief silence overcame us, the lift adding to the awkwardness of my shutdown. I blink a feeling of warmth collected my stone cold hand, snatching it away from me causing me to drop the items I had been holding. I swiftly look over, greeted by a warm smile and a caring touch. "Well, let's try it then." His words spoke volumes, they almost thawed my frozen heart. My eyes widen a feeling of shock overcame me. In a state of confusion I could only nod in response my voice quavering, "O-okay..." He smiles letting go of my hand collecting my tolietries up from the floor. "Well, I'm Adam. I will meet you in the lobby at eight we can walk to school together." He handed my things back to me, I grasp them nodding at him, clutching my now warm hand against my chest.  The silver doors open and I rush out. No longer wanting to be in the confined space in the lift.

Just...What just happened?

[Flashback over]

I blink, shaking my head. My damp hair sending water droplets flying upon the fogged up windows, rolling down leaving streaks revealing the outside world. I then dunk my head underneath the surface, allowing my body to sink down to teal tiles ending the depths of the pool. I reach my hand out as if I was trying to grasp the sun, pretending it wasn't some artifical light fixture.

He is the sun, I am ocean. So close yet so far. I need to rid of these thoughts. He means nothing to my so why is my heart fluttering? Why do I want to see him, be by his side? Why?

Just as my mind began to flood with questions so did my lungs. In realisation that I had deprived them of air. I quickly resurface, gasping for every particle of air. I calm my breath eyeing the clock, 07:50. I blink I had been in the bath for over an hour. I pull myself out drying myself off, begining to change into my peculiar school uniform. A navy blue blazer, a beige and deep red underjumper, all three colours interwined my tie. My skirt was the same deep red, my thigh high socks matched my navy blue blazer.  I then towel dried my pale blonde hair, water droplets falling down the back of my blazer and onto the cold ground beneath me, as if water rushed down a fogged window during a rainstorm. My eyes scouted the clock on the wall, 07:59.

I rushed over to the lift, a blank expression crossed my face. My pale fingers traced the cold steel button, pushing it inward. The silver gateway slid open, the scent of mild dust coated the air. I entered pressed the button indicating my floor, no our floor. The doors closed again leaving me with the sound of beeps and working mechanisms. I clutched my hand to my beating chest, it was warm. His warmth. He was the light to my otherwise darkest days.

Just, what is this feeling?

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