FAVOR. (KitEn FanFic)

Chapter 9: Close Friend.

Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to get back up, I have found warmth from the person I least expected to obtain it from.

There he came, my close friend, Ryan Boyce to reassure me that everything would fall into place well soon.

As of the most pleased guy on earth that teases me to death until I got edgy and pissed? From that very guy who makes my world complicated?

It made me want to say, “Oh jeez, really?” for it is plain inconceivable. But it seemed like he is really for keeps. Probably because, this is just how my world is been set, much knotty than others.

When he learned how grim my situation goes, he stayed behind my back and never left, not unless I have searched out ease. He became my source of strong point. A boundless supply of affection was conveyed upon me whenever I needed it.

Because of Ryan, I have learned to heal and forgive.

Big thanks to him, I didn’t feel alone and cold and because of that, I supposed I was falling for him little by little.

When I was looking for my friend one time, I have seen Ryan having discussion with a common friend.

I was shaken with what I have heard as I listen to him say, “I love her since then, but up until now, she’s still dreaming of someone else and yet what can I do? Nothing. But I am contented with our friendship. I won’t ask for whatever thing in return.”

I am too numb not to notice that he loves me. How I aspire that I could learn to love him sincerely back.

But I know somehow there is a space for him in the deepest end in the core of my heart.

“You still love him,” He insisted while helping me to get back to my senses after a drained night.

“I don’t understand you.” I articulated naively.

“You already forgot him? That would be oh-so-impossible.” He uttered teasingly while being amused with my reaction.

“How could you even tell me that? Leaving me in the midst of the rain without a patent justification is more than enough reason to curse him.” I said with a creased forehead.

“Destiny is for losers! It is just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.” I assumed carelessly as I grabbed my snacks beside my bed.

“I have to stop fantasizing that foolish bastard (Kit)!” I added as I yelled robustly. He giggled.