Short Stories (Reminisce)

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"Yes, promise"

When he was about to raise his hand to meet her pinky finger, suddenly, his eyelids rolled open. His breathing was frantic as if he was about to lose it, his heart's instensely beating like it was about to get off his chest. 

He blinked upon realizing that it was just a dream.. again, it happened. He glimpse at the clock hanging on the wall, 4:28 it shows. 

4:29-- 

"Four.. thirty and I'll stare at the mystic moon" He heard her sweet giggles, telephones really work on both ways. 

He managed to wear his slipper underneath his bed and amble towards his window. 

He pull off the curtain on both sides and there he saw the mystic... "moon---four... fifty, I'll draw, the night will be the tool to paint your lips with a smile" 

Automatically, his lips formed a smile. Silence defeans as air drifts, embracing his bare skin making him remember her cold palm. 

A familiar sound emerged "Oops.. even the crickets loves your smile" 

The smile on his face slowly turned into a grin. He wanted to ask why and how she knew that he was smiling but he was taken aback. Just in mind.

"You want to know how and why.. but i won't tell" The line fills with her laughs, he was about to answer but the laughters vanished.

The cuckoo clock blink.. a sign that the bird is about to come out.

'Cuckoo ... cuckoo five--

"Oh, it's five oclock!" She beamed happily, she didn't speak for a minute "I prayed.. to have a good morning with you cucko--"

..koo cuckoo.. He blinked just as the cuckoo bird went back inside the cuckoo clock.

The light lit inside the house in front.. her house, the room where she stayed. "Five five, I'll greet you good morning but I need to have a good night" and she will sigh and yawn as a sign of tiredness.

"Five six, I will wait for you response" He get up on his seat and walk back to his bed. 

He badly wanted to speak but "Five nine, still, I failed. I didn't get a chance to hear your voice" He jumped on his bed, his sleep was not enough, still he felt sleepy.

He stare at the clock. 5:10... "Five eleven, I will end this call, as always" 

----5:11. Call ended.

He smiled faintly, he blink and closed his eyes.. trying to sleep but he couldn't. He keeps tossing and turning but all it could do was to mess everything on his bed.

He rose up and scan through the side table, opening all the drawers until he found his phone. He just found himself clicking the Call Logs.

It's been a year---- since she last called and again, his imagination's tricking him, betraying himself... like it always does. 

He closed his eyes trying to get rid of those memories.. or else it will fill his mind, slowly invading his system, memories he's trying so hard not to remember but trying not to forget either.

He heard a laugh-- the laugh he's been missing all this time. It isn't lucid but he's certain that it is her. He tried glimpsing on the slight slit of curtain and there she was..

Laughing, he can't clearly see her expression but it was her eyes that is twinkling-- telling how happy she is.. holding a phone near her ears.

Talking to someone, who's not him. 

The cricket stop sounding, it is now 6:30-- time flies really fast.. just like when they were... friends.. yeah, they were just close friends. 

And now everything sink into his mind.. just a friend.. but it was also his mind opposing itself telling how happy they were- that it was something more above the word 'friend'.

He just found himself, showing up-- the slight slit in the curtain becomes open and just a moment they are staring into each other.. he was about to smile when she looked away, disappeared, closing the door that leads towards him.

He glimpse at his watch..
6:40.. 

6:50------ Still, it's close. He's waiting even though he knew that it's now hopeless.

Seve--"en, yes. It was the seven'th promise." She clapped her hands, hopping as she hugs him.

"And now it's your turn to fulfill your only promise" He whispered.

"Yes, I, promised to fulfill my promise" She replied raising her right arm, emphasizing her pinky finger. "I promise not to disturb you again"

He looked away. Turning back. That was the cue, he turned away.. it was him who turned away. 

It was his fault and now, it's the other way around. Her, turning away from him.. Him, staring at her back. 

"Yes, promise" He heard her voice once again. He turned around.

She's now smiling.. oh! How he misses those smile. 

But he was taken aback, when she run towards the guy on the other side... who's not him.