Lisa
Cold wind blowing throughout my whole body, I shiver profusely as I kick on the pedals harder, wanting to go faster and faster. It's way past midnight, yet I'm here, biking my way through the lonely streets being illuminated by the dim and some occasional broken streetlights. Breathing getting more laboured, I gave a sigh of relief once I finally saw my destination just a few yards away, making me slow down my pace until I went into a complete halt. In front of me is a lovely two-story home with a brightly-lit porch and a nicely-trimmed hedges, separating it from it's neighbouring houses.
I stepped out of my bike and left it laying there on the side of the streets before taking out my phone. I called, but no one was answering so I tried to ring again. After being sent to voicemail the second time, I decided to send a text saying, 'Meet me outside your house.' After waiting a few minutes without a reply, I decided to call again, and to my luck it got picked up on the fourth ring.
"Who's this?" His groggy voice sounded confused and uncertain. Of course, since I decided to spring up to him this late at night, calling from an unknown number---we don't share contacts after all.
Cold determination coursing through my veins, I answered his question with a steady voice, "Look outside, at your front yard," before pressing the end call button immediately after I finished my sentence. Within seconds, one of the curtains in the second floor swivelled open, revealing a scrunched-up handsome face that belongs to none other than my best friend's boyfriend. His well-toned bare torso is still discernible in the dark, and I can very much see why my friend is very much enamoured with him, but I'm still bitter about it so I will never acknowledge it out loud. I watched as his dark pools widened up in surprise upon taking sight of me, but still I didn't give away any reaction before I get the chance to talk to him, face to face.
Quick as lightning, he retreated from his windows, and I was left to wait for him to come and meet me out here. In no time, he was already rushing outside with a cautious spring to his feet before stopping within a safe distance away from me. "Lisa? What are you doing here at this hour?!" He asked, incredulously, glancing at me as if I had just lost my mind.
Without breaking our gaze, I took a step towards him, which made him take a cautious step back on instinct. Well, I couldn't blame him. I do probably look like a crazy person, with sweat dripping down my neck, and my hair all wild and messed up from the tortuous wind. "I came here to talk." I pronounced.
A look of understanding quickly settled into his intelligent brown eyes, and upon seeing the change in his posture, I resumed to close the distance between us---enough for us to talk properly without looking as if we're on a bitter stand-off. "As you may well know, I'll be leaving the country the day after tomorrow." I breathed out, "I came here to tell you that I'll be leaving Jen in your care now." My voice cracked, and I felt my stomach drop with the feeling of defeat and helplessness finally settling in, cutting me so, so deep.
For so long, I've been constantly fighting myself and my feelings that had blossomed, yet with these set of words, I've finally reached a point of no return, where I had lain down my guns, accepting my defeat. "I beg you...please take good care of her. Always make sure to keep her happy and safe; to always love her no matter what; to always treat her right; and--and--" I was forced to stop my speech when the emotions had become much too unbearable for me to to keep on holding back. Suddenly, I am gasping for air, sobbing like an abandoned child, weeping for something inside of me that had finally died. "Please." I managed to whispher, looking at him dead in the eyes with my tear-streaken ones, begging, oh begging as if his next words is my only lifeline. Maybe it really is.
Without taking notice, I felt his comforting hands gingerly being placed on my shoulder for comfort and solidarity, and even though he's the one who had taken ahold of my best friend's heart---consequently taking her away from me too---I couldn't help but get a little bit of solace from his soft and sincere touch. "I will. I promise." He answered so tenderly, his words ringing sincere and true, leaving no room for me to doubt the words coming out of his lips, "I'll always be taking care of her, no matter what happens. She's the last person on earth that I want to hurt, and the only one I'd give my whole life to. You don't have to worry about her anymore. God strikes me if I let anything happen to her." He reassured, and that was all that I had wanted to hear from him.
"Good." I smiled, sullenly, "that's all I wanted to hear." I imparted, as I retreated away from his comforting touch, before turning around to retrieve my bike, lying lonely in the dark.
"Lisa?" I heard him softly say, and I turned around to look at him one last time, "I'm sorry...I really am." His eyes held a look of understanding and apologetic solidarity that made me wonder if he could see right through me; if he could see beyond my masquerade.
The side of my lips lifted up, finally showing him a genuine smile despite the cutting pain. "Don't be." I stated, and with that I finally pedaled my way back, my thoughts running a thousand miles per hour from thinking of all the what could have beens and what might have beens; of wishful thinkings that will never come to life; and before I knew it, I was already back. But instead of going back to my room, I went straight ahead towards a certain window after carelessly parked my bike somewhere.
"Lisa?" I heard a faint whispher after I managed to soundlessly enter the room, and I slowly turned around to see the lonely figure of my best friend with dried tears in her red, puffy eyes. "I thought you were gonna sleep at your house."
"I changed my mind." I answered, simply, slipping beside her under the blanket.
"I already missed you." She said, turning around to face me and wrapping one arm around me instead of having her back on me like how we are used when we sleep together, cuddling.
My heartbeat instantly picked up, and my breathing turned ragged just from one simple touch. "I...I missed you too. That's why I came back." I answered, breathlessly since I couldn't breathe in this proximity. She settled her lovely head on my chest, using it as a pillow, and I started freaking out. How can she not hear the loud thundering of my heart, or feel the shortening of my breath the longer she stayed like that?
As if hearing my thoughts, I felt the pressure being relieved from my chest when she lifted her head to stare at me dead in the eyes with her brown, brown ones. Her face is mere inches from mine, and my whole face tingled, bursting full of current as the air suddenly becaming electric and alive. What's killing me even more is the way her eyes is boring into mine, staring unashamedly, looking as if I'm the only person who lights up her entire world like she does mine. There's this certain glint in her deep, twinkling eyes---a spark that I swore I've seen a lifetime ago when we were still both young, wild and without a care. Seeing it once again, one last time, had thrown me into a blissful euphoria, and in that moment, I wasn't afraid to show it in my eyes just how profound my devotion is for her.
"Good night, my lovely devil." She whispered, planting soft, delicate kisses on both of my cheeks, making me involuntarily close my eyes to savor her fervent touch in this almost surreal and magical moment. She settled right back to her original position, with her head on my chest, with a satisfied smile dancing on her lips. And just like that, my longing for her smallest touch and simplest caress has already been satieted.
"Goodnight, my lovely angel." I answered, placing a soft kiss on her lucious hair, before going into a peaceful slumber with the two of us wrapped into a tight embrace.
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All these Years - Camila Cabello
*This is my current theme song* as some of u may know ;)
AN:
Guys, listen to Alanis Morisette's Jagged Little Pill album. OMG. THAT'S THE DOPEST GIRL OF THE 90's RIGHT THERE!
Omfg I updated! Next chapter will be POVs from all the secondary characters in this book.
On a sidenote, di pa ba kayo nauulol?! Papaiyakin ko kayo tapos papakiligin. 😂 Tapos papaasahin, at sasaktan ulit. Haay.
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