inamorata

chapter 18

"Yea, okay"

"You really don't see it do you?"

His voice sounds pitiful. And he raised his voice.

Why does it sound like that? mika was my friend and we tend to end up in wrong situations.

That's it. That's all.

"I don't see what your saying because it isn't real Ollie, end of."

"Ang please, if you could just see...."

"No, I said. End. Of. Conversation"

I look away from his face and ask myself why do these people insist I have a thing for my friend.

Because I insist I don't.

I haven't and never will.

I sip on my milkshake and out of the cafe an old lady walks out dusting her hands on her apron.

Nana used to do that.

It makes my heart warm up. Old memories come back to me.

She has a sweet smile plastered on her face and walks up to us,

"Hello my lovelies, are you happy with the result? I made it myself!"

I smile at the lady and reply with the little girliest voice I have.

"Thank you, it is delicious"

Normally the talking was all ollies job and I was in the sideline but I kind of wanted to talk to the lady.

She seemed so nice and seriously familiar.

She takes a seat next to us and starts a small conversation,

Ollie does not join in this but tries to be as polite as he can be. He smiles every so often.

We haven't argued in our lives. Ever.

I don't like where this is going, I don't want to argue with him.

It feels like a terribly huge rip in my face and body,

At least half an hour later mika rolls around into the alleyway across the street with his suit.

He's not standing up.

Oh shit.

He's wounded. Badly.

Not just my heart but my whole body sunk.

Then again for somewhat reason my whole body turned numb and a sizzling pain, just like my scratch, slapped my whole body,

I gasp and run to him as fast as my body could move.

I had a ninety percent of getting hit by a car,

But frick life. Mikas more important,

I don't even realize that I can't hear anything,

I only see mika and only hear him trying to breath.

Sounds clichè?

Yea well, suck it.

I did bump into one and flip over the other but mikas life was ten times more worthy than mine.

I scrape my knees sliding beside him,

I knew no one could see him, but I really didn't give a shit if people thought I was a weirdo,

I could care less.

I lay down by his head and pull his face closer to my lap,

He tries to mumble something but then as he chokes, blood fishes out of his mouth,