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by -irwindipity

by -irwindipity

I emptied the bottle after eating but it wasn't enough to put me in sleep and here I was, very early in the morning lying by the sand.

It was satisfying to witness the sunrise, it tells me that there's always another chance. The waves and wind whispered I should go to sleep but the upcoming sun told me no, don't go. Maybe I was insane to think all of these but I needed sleep and it won't come.

I walked inside, just to found the person I wasn't ready to talk to or to even see, just not yet. I was trying to tiptoe but she must've felt that someone was around. "Good morning." She said, as if yesterday never happened.

"Morning." I said, flatly and was walking away.

The universe knows how hard it was for me to walk away. How heavy my feet were to take a step a little farther.

I wanted to try, a lot more times, but I was afraid I'd make another mistake. I wonder when I could put my arms around her again. Or will I ever have the chance to do it again? Is this how it felt to be scared? Sad? Because it was destroying me full time, real time.

She won't talk to me, or even give me a glance, maybe because she knew I was watching and all she did was hang around Ace, her bestfriend. Her bestfriend that is good-looking and with a decent nine to five job. Finally, he got to see me or pretending that I was existing for the sake of her bestfriend.

I was walking, playing with the sand while my feet was drowning in them when I heard the door closed. I haven't slept and I didn't know why I'm not sleepy as well.

It was awkward. I was on my way to stay on the porch, to have a seat there and apparently of all times, of all times, why did she have to decide to stay there at the same time.

I was tracing my way back when she asked, "How's last night? Would you mind telling me about it?"

I looked back at her. She looked concerned and curious at the same time. "Yeah. Sure."

I took steps up the stairs then sat across from her. "It wasn't that much. I guess it was fun. There were lots of artists, musicians, royalties." I shrugged. "I honestly didn't know why we had to be there."

She chuckled, "Maybe all the 'famous'," she quoted, "had to be there."

"Yeah. It was generally just eating, drinking. Like a prom night." I respond. I was glad that the atmosphere wasn't as hard as yesterday to deal with.

"Did you get enough sleep?" My eyes shot up to her. "Oh, yeah. Sure. I took a nap. That will do."

"I've heard it from Calum and Luke while they were talking. There's no need of lying to me." After dropping the last word she came over very quickly and took my head that I didn't even had time to think and how to respond.

I gulped.

"You know there's this thing I usually do when you couldn't sleep." She was continuously massaging the both sides of my head using her forefinger and middle finger. "I'd do it every time you came over because our home was miles and miles away from your hotel."

She smiled a little. It was almost sad. "But can you like... continue this to the couch because its working." I said, halfway sleepy. I could feel my eyes closing on their own will.

It was 4 in the afternoon when I woke up from the banging of doors in the kitchen and the backyard. The living room was dark and my stomach just grumbled.

I helped myself in the kitchen and found lasagna in the oven.

As I was eating I was found by Sarah and enjoyed mocking me by staring while I eat. "Do you want some? Quit staring. I feel uncomfortable."

She crossed her arms from her chest and said, "Now you know how it feels to get stared at.", then she rolled her eyes.

"I'd pull those eyes out if you won't stop that."

Chuckling she mumbled my name, "But Ashton..."

Our gaze met when I looked up at her. Those grey eyes of hers were screaming lightnings but her lips curved up, so cheerful her dimples on her eyes showed. She put her arms on the marble island that kept us separated so slowly.

Then she smiled and asked, "Will you marry me?"

How could I say no? Did I have a choice? I didn't needed or wanted another choices.

THE END.