The Final Closure

I see you, sitting there all alone, accompanied only by your walking aid. I wondered, where was the friend that was always with you, that was constantly putting a smile on your handsome face. Seeing you alone makes my heart heavy with sadness. I was never able to see you see the world again. It was too late for me. But it's alright, for I know that you'll do it with me, see the world, that is.

I shifted in my seat when you glanced in my direction, instinctively feeling someone was watching you. I was internally debating with myself, should I or should I not go to you and introduce myself, seeing as to how it is the first day of school. I told myself, this is our final year in the sixth form, so might as well make the best of it. With that thought in mind, I slowly walked to your side. I remember what you said on that first day when I introduced myself.

You said, "Am I supposed to shake hands with you?" I laughed outright at your humorous audacity and downright straightforwardness. So instead, I sat next to you and took your hand in mind. The first thought in my mind was how warm and strong and big your hand was that it engulfed my whole hand. Instead of telling you how the handshake was affecting, I asked your name, and oh! How your name sent tingles all over me. When I realised that I actually spoke it out loud, heat crept in my face and I looked down. You just laughed it off and admitted that my name sent tingles over him. Though I don't know if you really mean it or said it just so I won't be embarrassed, it was a sweet gesture nonetheless.

I was disappointed when our time was cut short. As soon as the bell rang, you told me that you wouldn't want to be late for the first class for the neither and neither would I. I remember choking back a sigh of disappointment and got up, together with you, and you head to class while I went to the ladies.

But my disappointment didn't last, though, for I saw you yet again, sitting by the window by yourself in my first class, Geography. And boy, was I shocked. I thought you had to be pretty amazing for someone such as you to be in Geography. I concluded that you'd memorise the altitude and latitude of a country's placement on the map. That's a lot of numbers, I had thought.

I quickly made my way to the empty desk next to you before the teacher came in and said hi to you. You turned in my general direction and flashed me that brilliant smile of yours that melted my insides, still do, and returned the greeting. Before I could even continue speaking to you, the teacher's booming voice stunned me into silence and I had no choice but to give my fullest attention.

Before long, came lunch time. The one and only time I dread the most. Even though it's my final year, apparently, I don't have good enough friends to sit with me at the lunch table. I do have best pals but they're all from different schools. As I was standing up and leaving the classroom for the library, you asked me if I wanted to sit with him at the lunch table seeing as to how, "people avoid me like the plague", you said. So I agreed and believe me I had a good time for the first time.

You were just so funny and every time you told me a joke or something stupid you did, I would really laugh out loud, earning dirty looks from other people in the cafeteria. And there was one especially funny that got me cracking up so bad the other kids around us took their trays elsewhere. Who cares, I had thought. It's just me and you versus the world and we can take that challenge and turn it into an adventure.

And so we did just that. Every day at school, we continued our routine of hanging our before school, laughing our ass off in the cafeteria. Occasionally, we'd take strolls in the park after school or going to the ice cream parlour. At times, I remember accompanying you to visit your eye doctor and check the status of your pupil, whether you'd be regaining your eyesight or not. I also clearly remember you being disappointed every single time we leave the hospital.