The Uninteresting Story

Epilogue of the Prologue

My cheeks hurt a bit, 23 minutes after the first blush followed by the smile, the incident kept repeating itself. And so did the rush of blood and the unpreventable smiles. It has been a few years since the first contact, not a really good one but the one that brought out the girl in me. Chocolates are my favorite, but for the fact that it was a tiny dab of it that brought a touch I couldn't have asked for, but now that it happened, it became quintessential to the existence.

*Tinker ting winker wing* my phone made the sound, the sound I somehow wished to listen but was afraid of a certain danger that it might warn of. I reached out, and there it was, the horror:

Text Received

Dominic: Reached..

Instincts have a very unnatural way of calculating the needs of one's survival. Or perhaps, we are too distant from the ways of the nature that it doesn't feel that way anymore. I started typing, 'You ohk?' but no, wait, stop. The scope in the words was too much to be relevant.

I went through it again and hit send. 'What's going on with you?'

I waited, not knowing the battle I've stirred up on the other side. It took a little over 4 minutes for the tinkering to come off again. And came a very straight reply, stirring up much more chaos than it resolved. It is this chaos where the real answers to our being or not being lies, the chaos that is silent that it is almost like the whisper of death which when heard gives the goosebumps of the realization of life.

'I can't.. Please don't ask..'

'What a jerk' crossed my mind, 'for years he wouldn't even reply to my texts unless he needed something or to fiddle away time. Now today, unlike himself, he actually sent a text obediently, he could have very well avoided but no, he did and now, he doesn't even want to tell. He could have just not replied like always.' Can it be that. Partly, he didn't like he usually wouldn't and partly, he answered the question in its entirety like he wanted to. Danger always presents itself with warnings, and leaves behind a choice.

'Ohk I won't ask... but I need to know' what do I need to know? He wouldn't tell what is it that has made him this whole different person, he asked me not to ask, why do I even bother? Why do I need to know? Why? 'why wouldn't you tell?' No, I know that already, I am not exactly his friend to be asking it. But I do care.

'Alright don't... Just tell me you are going to be fine...'

It was worth a shot, I had to know but I don't want to creep him out. And I need to ensure he's fine, rest can wait. He'll come around eventually, probably. I hope so.

'You'll know..' the words radiated in front of me. Like a full stop, this conversation is over. But its not.

So you won't tell me, fine. I'll get it out of you. Let me see, you have a secret? You don't want anyone to know? Can it be a girl? No. Why not, maybe? You are a smooth talker. No. It can't be a girl. A girl won't cause you to fell off your bike. I rode with you once and you ride pretty good. Maybe your leg is hurt? You were a bit dizzy! You did touch me but you didn't know! Can it be a fight? No, I know you'd never do that. But I smell something fishy, but why do I taste salt? It may be the taste of intent. Why am I thinking that? Get back get back. Yes, so what is it you are hiding? I need to see him.

'Where are you?'

'Lakeside.. why.??'

'Lakeside it is'

'What is lakeside.??'

'You are, am coming. You don't dare move.'

'No..'

I won't reply to that. Am in, and am coming. I'll get it all out.

"Who were you talking to?" "What? No one." "I heard your phone ringing again and again." "Just a friend, am going to meet her, we were deciding on the place." "So why were you all lips-in-mouth-eyebrows-curled-dangerous looking." "Thinking of a good place. And if you're done, get me the scooter keys." Damn brothers, they are always too nosy for a guy. Did I really make that face. Eew, could it be my gloss that I tasted. Gotta fix it though, gotta get my charms high.