Chapter 2 - Goodbye

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Delier (Point of View)


"Be careful Heart!"

The words keep ringing in my head. Why? Now that everything is over. I can't help but to feel sad about our parting ways when realizing we are, I assume friends now. But it's too late. We won't be seeing each other from now on. If he stop being a jerk and realizing what did he miss, this is probably end up much better.

"Are you okay?" Anton snapped me from my drift.

"Oh yeah. I'm okay. I'm just thinking some other things" I replied.

"What are you thinking?"

I'm thinking of you

If only I could say those words to you. But it's not possible knowing your straight and had a girlfriend which is sitting beside me.

"Something bugs you?" Maria added as she look at me innocently.

"I'm okay... Babe" I winked at her.

"Hey! Stop it del, she is already mi-"

"Come on anton, It's just a joke. I'm aware about you two. I'm just teasing you. Unless..." I explain as I slightly trailed off and start to look at anton deviously.

"...your jealous of her?" I smirked at him while maria laugh so hard beside me. Slapping my shoulders.

"Ow, I'm very jealous del. I remember when you are so sweet to me. Always there to comfort me until she come into our life and ruined it" He said with a blank face expression.

He is right. We're always together everywhere we go. No one nor distance apart could ruin the bond we have. Anton always there since we were kids. I met him when we where in 4th Grade. So amazed with his height, I asked him to be my friend. He was reluctant and distant with my presence but somehow I manage to get him along with me. I always show to him how I adore his height and wishing I get the same bone he had. We had each other's back for years now and I wouldn't survived without him. I trust him the way I trust no one else. So many memories, laughter, fights and dreams we've come a long way and have much further to go. I'm glad I have him with me the whole way. He know things about me no one else does, and know me better than I probably do.

Perhaps in one thing.

Every person has their own bestfriend, boyfriend and true love. But it seems I found it in one person. I choose to be his bestfriend but falling in love with him was out of my control. I found my intimacy to him developed. Shoned my ingenuous affection with his virtuous caress, endearing tone and his inevitable gesture that emerged and turns into love. Sometimes I wish I could ask what does he think of me.

"Bro?" He called as he stares at me waiting for me to answer.

I blinked open-mouthed, Unaware where the conversation had gone.

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