Little Things

Chapter I

The best feeling ever is when everything's calm right under the moonlight with the sea breeze enveloping every visible part of your skin. Well, frankly, it's giving me goose bumps.

Barefoot, I walked out to the beach with my floral dress thankfully giving me enough warmth to survive the night. I searched for our camp fire and it seems someone needs my company.

I walked up to him and when our eyes met, I smiled.

His gorgeously shaven face with his angled jaws, thick and dark brows, deep dark eyes, and pointed nose but not like those English people, and kissable lips. Honestly, I've complimented him too much, I think.

"Hey." He got me by surprise with his voice. I think I've heard him differently. Like it felt dreamy, his voice were not that deep but has a little hint of playfulness.

"Hey. Is it just really me because this really feels like not a mere coincidence? What are you doing here alone?" I sat across him with the camp fire in between us. He just laughed at my nonchalant words and just continued staring back at me. It's not just your normal stare because it's like he's looking in me searching deep within my soul. But then I watched his face with the perfect shadows from the dancing fire in front of us.

"I was just taking a walk looking for some entertainment but it seems the moon is not in my favor so I ended right here." He explained himself though I think he's lying so I gave him 'I'm-looking-right-through-you-dumbass' look.

"Okay, okay. I was uhm literally getting some air. You know, sometimes I needed a break with being famous. I'm stressed, okay!" I just raised my right eyebrow at him.

"Oh come on. Don't give me that shit." You're talking to the best wallflower of all walls.

"I'm thinking how to pursue this friend of mine. Like she's everything I wanted but I don't think we're on the same page." He took a glance at me and then continued playing with the fire.

Okay, he's attracted to someone. Period.

"Mhmm, okay, mister. Maybe you just need to speak to her and then see what you can do to it after." I simply said to him but I knew better.

Goodness, I'm taking this too deep. I felt something heavy in my chest all of a sudden. Even though I'm the greatest fan of his life, it'll be hard for me not to have his full time and attention.

Even if you kill me now, God knows how dependent I am to him. Well, not just him. One of my greatest weaknesses is getting too attached to people.

I'm not always by his side though but I trust the care and love that never fades away. But I hope we're still on the same path that whenever he walks forward and thought turning back again, I'll be there waiting. But everyone knows that everything else is easier said than done.

I search for something around to destruct myself a little and give him some time and space to think. I got this wooden stick and randomly scratch it on the sand and then I realized I've been writing an R letter. I immediately looked up to him.

He combed his hair whenever his frustrated and pinches his right ear when he's nervous which he's barely doing right now.

He's everything I'm thankful for because just as cliché as others, I am mess. When everybody, including me, was too busy begging to be out of this fuck up life, I found myself being build up again, little by little, because of this amazing guy in front of me. I never have realized as much as far as this until now.