The next morning, I sit on the kitchen counter with a cup of streaming coffee in hand.
Thank god my dad's coffee machine still works.
I wouldn't last a day without coffee when I'm struggling with jet lag.
I could hardly believe I was in my old bedroom this morning when I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes; all of the band posters on the wall that my dad and I pasted years ago seemed so familiar yet surreal.
I take in everything in the house that I didn't notice yesterday due to the rush.
I feel like that 13 year old girl who's ever so carefree again now swinging my legs back and forth in the air on the spot I used to always sit before breakfast.
Except that the house isn't filled with laugher anymore now that it's just me living here alone.
My wandering gaze falls to where I stood frozen last night.
I still remember his cold eyes piercing into mine with both hopefulness and pain.
I close my eyes, reliving the feelings of his careful touch on my cheek.
Was that even real? Or was it only my imagination?
What was he even doing in my house? How did he get in anyway?
The image of him reclining on the sofa emerge.
He didn't seem like he was up to anything. It only looked like he was...tired,drained.
What happened?
For years, I haven't seen him at all nor did I heard from him.
Say I miss him is would be an understatement, I couldn't keep him off my mind no matter where I go.
(No matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back.
Sorry lol)
My mind goes back to when we were kids.
The afternoon that we spent together in the late summer air occurs without warning.
I miss the way he smile at me as if I was the center of his universe; I miss how his hand would gently cover mine even though he was so shy; I miss all the times we spent together. I miss him, I miss him badly.
His cold stare last night comes in contrast and my heart squeeze in pain.
I try to sober up and shake my head; I couldn't get stuck in the memories the first day I'm back here.
Tons of things await to be solved by me; there's no adult looking out for everything I do now, I gotta get my shit together myself.
I put the plates and coffee mug in the sink and go up stairs to get ready.
I take a quick shower before slipping in a pair of distressed tight black jeans ,a classic Blink-182 T-shirt and white converse.
I did my minimum makeup, only emphasizing my blue eyes with a bit of mascara,filling in my brows and applying a nude lipstick after foundation.
I grab my backpack and denim jacket before going through the door and lock it behind me.
I get in the garage and thankfully find the key to my dad's old sports car on the workbench.
I got a license the last time I came back to the USA for vacation with my mom and her boyfriend then,which ...didn't really end up well so let's not talk about that.
