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[Katherine]

W-o-w.

Just Wow!

Here I am into another collision with another guy. What am I? A gas molecule who happens to collide every once in a while.

Luckily, this time a hand slips down to my waist and embraces me in. This guy knows the basic manners at least. I regain my composure and to express my gratitude, I look up to his face.

"Thank Y....."

Just then my breathing gets hitched and my brain runs out of oxygen. I jerk away from the grip of my worst nightmare coming true.

Daniel Williams is here!

The guy who happens to be my first love.

The guy who gave me my first kiss.

The guy with whom I wanted a happily ever after.

The guy who left me behind all alone is here. My mind gets hanged by this sudden overdose of thoughts.

***

I close the door of my room behind me and get a grip to stable my trembling body. I lie down on my bed and clutch the pillow close to my chest. I cry hard for I have been strong for too long.

Daniel was the first and only best friend I had during my childhood days. His family shifted to our neighborhood when we were six. Gradually, we became friends.

I'd shovel my food into my throat and get outdoor as soon as possible to play with him all day long. We would play in our treehouse and ride a bicycle in the scorching sun. We'd do all kinds of stuff together. With passing years our bond grew stronger.

Once I was bullied by some big guys and Daniel jumped right in to save me. They hit him and later, he got stitches on his forehead. I was crying a lot for getting him hurt until he kissed me.

"I don't know any other way to make you stop crying.", he said.

It was my first kiss. That day our friendship blossomed into love and my heart whispered, "He's the one."

In between recalling these memories, my eyelids get heavy and I doze off.

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