the night we met.

amnesia

"Daisy, daisy, daisy wake up!"
i felt someone was touching my shoulder. i opened my eyes. it was alex, no surprised.
i could see his black, slanted, small, asian eyes, staring at me, he seemed very worried.

"Why do you look so worried?"

"I tried waking you up for two minutes and people have all left the plane. Come on."

i could feel his breath near my skin. um why he is bending over too close to me?

"Well I have woken up so let's go."

"Yeah quick."

i quickly took my purse and sprinted out. because i had just woken up, i felt dizzy and a little bit nauseous, i almost slipped down at the staircase.

"Woah be careful Daisy." said alex as he held my body so i didn't fall. i could feel his arms hugging my body tightly and the grip was strong. i could feel my heart beating louder every second.

"yeah, um thanks, i just."
hoeeek. i threw up.
oh God this was embarrassing as hell. i looked down and i could see my puke on alex's shoes. it was a pair of nike air force one. oh shit.

i turned my face to alex. i could see his mouth opened really wide and his eyes was blank. he seemed shook.

"I'm so sorry Alex. I don't feel good today, it's a very tiring day and I'm sorry and very truly sorry. Let me clean your shoes."

alex said nothing.

as i was about to kneel down, he kneeled down.

"Hey it's okay. I'm just going to clean this up at the toilet and you should really call someone to clean your puke."

"Yeah, but I am the one who should clean your shoes. It's my fault."

"It's your fault but there's no way you can clean my shoes if it's not in the toilet. Oh and by the way," he paused.

he took some sheets of tissue papers from his pocket and clean up some excess puke in my face.

i could feel his warm breath, again. it's calming, it's different. i felt peace somehow.

"Thanks for looking after me I guess."

"My pleasure."

i blushed as he smiled and then he walked away.

i then started to search for the cleaners to clean my puke. finally, i found someone and she cleaned and moped the floor. now, it looks clean.

later on, alex got back from the toilet and i could see some stains on his shoes.

"Have you clean it throughly, like throughly?"

"Yes I do. But it won't come off, I mean it looks limited edition and I just love how aesthetically pleasing the brownish stains on it."

"Please don't say that. I'm truly sorry, should i get you a new pair?"

"Don't say sorry again. I get it. You're sorry. Okay. Let's go home."

he led me outside of the airport and we got into a cab.

"Do you like 5sos?"
he asked.

"Um, yeah. I would like to listen to some of their sad, depressing, heart-brokening songs."

he pressed the play button and put one of the earphones in my left ear.

—-

amnesia

i drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
i thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
and even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

—-
alex: "are you,"
daisy: "what,"
alex: "are you sad? or something?"
daisy: " yeah but it really is none of your business."

he stayed silent.

—-

are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
when he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

—-
alex: "well, i would like to know about why you're sad."
daisy: "well, i just can't tell you now, i'm not ready to speak about it."
alex: "i'm a good listener."
i stayed silent.

—-
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made

—-
We stayed silent.
—-
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all

—-
i started to sing along at this part. alex looked at me.
alex: "you have a really nice voice."
daisy: "i don't think so."

a tear rolled down my left cheek. quentin.
i missed him.

alex saw my tears. he looked at me at a very serious genuine way.

—-
The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone
I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around
—-
alex kept looking at me.
daisy: "Stop looking at me you weirdo."
alex: "Tell me what's wrong."
daisy: "I said I am not ready. Don't make me feel pressured."
—-
as the song went, another tear rolled down. then another and another. another and another. i cried.

daisy: "Can i hug you?"
alex: "yes."

i wrapped my arms around his body and he hugged me back. he patted my shoulder in a motherly way. his hands were stroking my brown hair.

i felt comfortable. i want to feel like this, again and again.

finally, we arrived.

alex: "Welcome to my house."