Day 6 - I saw you but I ran away
It was too hot for a day in the middle of October, and the trees looked too lively for a season when they should be mourning. The people were too happy and the sky is too bright. Melancholy sat upon my head like my demon whom I've lost two years ago, when you burned it to ashes and crumbled upon my skin. It's growing back again now that I'm far away from you. But saying that I'm far away from you sounds stupid when we're only a floor and two rooms away from each other. I know it was me. I'm too scared to swim such short distance, afraid that I might drown when I've lived all my life by the shore. I'm too scared to walk such short distance when I've ran miles trying to chase down the past.
It was crowded, people with unfamiliar faces running across the halls, everything to me was a blur. I got out the room at exactly 1:15PM, with the hot afternoon and sweat under a pink sweater running down my back. I was wrong for wearing one, but I couldn't blame myself. I never take them off. They're the last thing that makes me feel safe. Well, after you.
Everything was a daze, with the endless chattering and laughters, when a familiar face appeared. It was you. Well, I'm glad it was you. I'm supposed to be. I saw you with those familiar eyes, the same eyes that used to look at me when we used to sit beside each other on our class. I wanted to smile at you, say 'hello' like it's the second year. I wanted to yell your name and waved my hand at you like I did before, like we were friends. Get a high five and leave our hands hanging like two idiots holding back a quiet laughter, or talk about stupid little things. But I guess I'm a coward. I've let you slip out just like that. Right now, everytime I come across you, all I could do is run away. Everytime I see you I trip or spill my goddamn drink, or just hide. I don't know why.
Then today I saw you again, so I ran away to get some fucking food.
