Imaginary Friend???

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After a few more hours of walking, roaming around, testing out new stuff, getting some snack and looking into some tourist spots we, rather I and Daryl decided to retreat back to the hotel.

I called out a cab and pointed out the address of where we are staying for the week. The whole ride was quiet, and also from the fact that I can't speak to Daryl in front of the driver... I mean, wouldn't he find it strange if he sees somebody talking to nobody?

In the middle of my thoughts.... My thoughts drifted to the idea of myself not being able to see him anymore... I didn't find it weird and peculiar for my chest to ache as if it was being squeezed but... It's never the same...

The more I think about it, the more tears wanted to blind my sight. I feel inferior of not having the guts to ask him what is up... How I can help him...

A part of me... Told me to let go...

But I just can't...

He was there when I was at my worst and at most... I wanted to at least return the favor...

As always, I wasn't surprised I had to be shaken out of my thoughts when the cab pulled over and I heard a little calling out to me. I looked outside to see the hotel and I stepped out of the cab and paid the driver, saying a small thanks.

I shut the door closed and faced the building and while so, I felt a tap on my shoulder and it felt cold, like the breeze itself, looking over my shoulder, I found Daryl staring at me in worry.

I gave him a soft smile and shook my head. "D-don't worry, I'm just overthinking..." I said and didn't noticed my stuttering. I felt a small lump on my throat and tried to swallow it. Daryl didn't looked very convinced and I just let out a sigh and attempted to pat his head, wanting to ruffle his head and of course in the end... I slipped pass through him.

His eyes widen a little and all he did was give me a weak smile before walking over a near bench, the streets seeming to have been empty already. Like I thought, this hotel is pretty exclusive... I wouldn't wonder why though... That we're here too.

He took a sit and murmured for me to do the same. I only nodded a little and sat beside him until he pointed above, his head lifting up to see what's on the skies.

Doing the same gesture, I found my mouth gaped in awe, staring at the retreating hot ball of fire to be soon replacing roles with the moon for the mean time. I felt stunned and amazed by the view; multiple colors blending in the sky that I can't ponder on which it is. All I could think of it was beautiful.

I unconsciously felt warm droplets streaming my cheeks. I didn't have to look up to see if it was rain because I knew those were my tears...

*Daryl's POV...*

I was well astonished when Isabel suddenly bursted into tears. I can't bring myself to be confused because I knew I was the reason of it... The reason of her crying...

Yet I chose to be quiet...

I know that sometimes moments like this turns out to be a book full of cliches with humans but...

I feel very heavy chested... My chest is so tight that I can't breathe. I can't bring myself to talk to her... I felt mute. All I was able to do was to sit beside her and try enjoy the view but I only made her cry. If somebody was reading my mind, they would have laughed already because of Isabel suddenly crying about watching a sunset.