The Words You Left Unsaid

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"Bird" by Yuya Matsushita. I picked this one because, the lyrics represent one of the things I want to portray Estelle and Zach. One of my favorite Japanese songs, from one of my favorite animes - Black Butler. Yuya Matsushita really makes sad songs.  There's translation and romanization if you feel like crying :'D

(I hope you guys listen to these songs I put here. I pick my favorite sad songs for this story. LMAO. NVM, Go on to da storeyy~) 

three.

bird.

Before getting into the school, we passed by Starbucks and Zach just pulled me in.

"Had breakfast?"

I just shook my head.

"Hm. Pick anything, my treat," he said as he ushered me to the cashier.

"Good Morning sir! What can I get for you?" The cashier asked. Zach looked down at me, and I proceeded into telling him that I'm fine.

"You need breakfast! It's the most important meal of the day!" He persuaded.

"I'm fine!" I pushed.

"Uhm, sir?" The cashier chimed in. Zach looked at me, without breaking eye contact.

"Fine, just some hot chocolate," I muttered in defeat. Zach repeated my order and told his, and proceeded in paying them.The cashier asked our names to put in the drinks, and he said " The hot chocolate's for the lady here,Estelle, and the Caffe Mocha for Zach," 

The cashier looked confused and asked, "Sir?"

Zach just nodded with a satisfied look on his face and replied with a 'yeah'.

 He then pulled me along with him as he walked to a vacant table and motioned for me to sit across him.

"So," he started.

"So?" I said back.

"How do I... move on?"

Wow.

"Why ask me?"

He cocked his head to the side and leaned his elbow on the table, his chin resting on his hand, "You seem to know a lot," 

"I-I don't,"

"Really? But when you spoke to me back there you were like a master of some secret martial arts--"

"First off, moving on isn't easy nor hard; it depends on you," I told him, as I mimic his position but had both my elbows on the table and my chin on my palms. 

"Noted," and he nodded.

"Don't even rush it, just go on with the flow - the time is all yours. And don't go sulking in despair -  it's okay to let out a few tears, but don't cry too much just for one person,"

"Uh-huh," He said as he looks straight into my eyes.

I gulp.

"So much people has bigger problems, especially poverty, health, and many more," I added. 

He nodded once more, his bangs bouncing. As if on cue, a waitress arrives with our drinks and gently puts them in our table. "Caffe Mocha for Zach, and Hot Chocolate for.. Estelle..." She said as she looked at Zach, at me, then back at Zach, confusion evident in her eyes.

"Thank you," Zach told her as the waitress scurried away. 

Zach began drinking his cup, as I sipped mine once. 

"How do I know if she's the one?" He asked me. 

Why ask me? I don't even know anything about love.

Or do I?

"I don't know, maybe if you feel the spark that they always say--"

"I felt the spark with Celine, does that mean she's the one?"

I frowned. "How should I know? Stuff happened,"

His face fell. Uh, oh -  no no.

I feel guilty now.

I sighed, I cupped his face into my palms and looked at him. "There's no point in rushing to move on or get her back, okay? Maybe this is a way for you to rest first," I told him. "Well, if you really Celine, shouldn't you fight for her? "

"She already told me that she don't love me anymore, so I don't think.. I could just.."

"So do you still love her or not?"

"I...I do-don't know.." Zach looked down, sadness, confusion clouding over his beautiful brown eyes. 

Silence proceeded. Our table facing the window, Zach stares out far outside the two silhouettes walking down the street.

Shit. Celine.

Zach turned to face me, then looks down at his cup.

"I'm still caught on the woven web of bewilderment of the recent events of my life; especially a huge factor gone in a blink of an eye, leaving a deep void in my heart. I can't seem to set my wings free," he said, almost to himself. 

I sighed. "That is why, you should take things step by step, and soon, you'll feel whole again," I pressed. He looked up to me like a child looking up to a star. "Just --  chill, okay?" I huffed, and chuckled a little bit for my choice of words.

"Haha, okay," He said. He picked up his cup and drank in in one gulp, licking the remains of the coffee from his lips and stands up. 

"Want to go now?" He asked, sudden change of mood.

Wow.

"I guess," I muttered, standing up and picking my pink sling bag up and walk behind him. 

He lead me to the glass door and held it open for me to pass by.

"Wow, gentleman," I scoffed. "Psh, only for girls like yourself, ma'am," He smirked.

Now that we're out of Starbucks and continue walking on the street, I realized that I only took one sip from my hot chocolate.

Not that my existence mattered anyway.