things seemed fast, yet slow at the same time. thirty days seemed like nothing compared to the lifetime our souls had spent together.
i was more than nervous. petrified to say the least. had i known he lived in such a big house, almost as if it was a mansion, i would have dressed a bit nicer.
a simple black shirt and jeans seemed so underwhelming to visit a house with a fountain up front and statues of marble by the entrance.
"Hey Nari!"
"Hey Sanha your house is... big."
he had opened the door for me, letting me inside what seemed to be a museum of high quality and high pricing. he shrugged
"Dad says we deserve the best. I don't think this is much."
i chuckled and scratched my neck.
"Agree... totally not much..."
sanha took my hand and led me upstairs to what he said was a common area where we could just sit and relax.
so we did just that. we sat down together in a brown leather couch, talking of what first popped in our heads.
relaxing was harder than i thought. as we talked, i realized how little i actually knew sanha. there was an odd feeling that coursed through me even as i smiled, talked, and laughed. fear.
ah, was that what he felt the other day and he felt like he needed to get to know me better? he did invite me on another date out of nowhere.
were we maybe rushing things?
sanha's eyes suddenly went wide and he looked around before looking down at his phone.
"Oh no, I forgot again."
"What is it Sanha?"
"My pills... I'm an hour late."
he got up and looked around.
"Where did I put them?"
"Um... pills for what?"
he smiled and shook his head, waving his hands in front of him as if not to worry me.
"Oh don't worry. Anxiety pills and such."
i nodded and looked around, looking for what he said was a panda pill box. he mumbled to himself places where he could have left them, times where he had it with him.
i frowned as i looked at a bulge on his jacket's pocket.
"Did you check your pockets?"
sanha chuckled as he started to dig for them.
"Of course I—"
he pulled out the panda pill box and sighed in defeat, chuckling to himself.
"I'm losing it."
he sat down next to me and opened the box, a water bottle already being on top of the table.
"Must suck being sick at all times."
i hummed, as i questioned what he meant.
"Always having to take pills, forgetting where you put them. Must suck if it's all the time. Having to go to the hospital, stay at times in such a cold place... If you don't mind..."
i shook my head as he put the pills in his mouth, chugging water right afterwards as i spoke.
"I think sick people are as normal as everyone else. Everyone has their difficulties, we all deal with them differently."
he looked down at his pill box, smiling upon it.
"Sick people are always treated differently. As if they are weaker than everyone else. That's not fair."
"Of course it isn't Sanha. There are some sick people that do need their special needs and some that just happen to be... sick. They were once fine and then in a minute they happened to not be. It's just... well unfortunately, just life."
sanha looked up at me and took my hands, scooting closer to me, speaking in a low voice.
there it was again, that doubt and fear was more contagious than any sickness we were speaking of.
his eyes were wide in confusion, scared of what to say.
"Would you treat someone different because they were sick?"
i smiled and shook my head, gripping onto his hands as they twitched.
"When a person goes through something that isn't seen as normal, or goes through something life changing, they always want a constant. Something that doesn't change so that they feel as they are—normal. I like to be that constant in their life, no matter how bad things are."
sanha nodded as he looked down at our hands, smiling— a smile bigger than before. he looked up again and opened his mouth as if he meant to say something, but closed it again.
i meant to ask what he wanted to say. but as i gathered my thoughts and words, they were pushed away with a set of lips on mine.
it all went away. worries, fear, doubt, confusion— vanished in a single action.
his lips were soft and the way they so shyly moved had me regain that warm feeling i hadn't noticed went away since our last meeting.
taking my hands around his neck, carefully pulling him closer, i remembered how mischievous he really was as he started to tickle me.
"Sanha stop!"
"No, you stop!"
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