Always Be With You

#18 - Excluding

Sunday,
March 25, 2018

"Luna! It's me Nichol, please open the door." I shouted once more, knocking on the door for the consecutive time yet still getting the same result. I've been standing here for what now, fifteen minutes? How would I know that? Because I constantly switch back and forth from trying to reach her and knocking on the door. And what do I get? Not even a reply or a read.

How long has it been in total now? Right, three weeks in approximate where she didn't come to school nor reply my texts or answering my calls. It's not a breakup of course, I'm not that dense.

Look at those wild grass growing tall in the front yard. Or those plants withering and my dear, is that a mole's hole I see over there? I bet Mrs. Evergreen would be pointing fingers by now, screaming on that troublesome mole that once destroyed her homegrown veggies.

Honestly speaking, I miss them too you know. Mr and Mrs. Evergreen are simply amazing parents who really care about you, Luna. You have no idea how scared they are when you're going out alone during the evening. Your father especially, was very nosy when we first told them that we got together. It was an interrogation, better than any bureau really. I would say it was rather intimidating in it's own way, but I get the reason behind it.

Your mother was an angelic figure. Remember how she cooks spaghetti every time I come over? Or how she would give you a very strict food diet when you're sick? It's funny how you two tend to quarrel about it, and I would just laugh by the door of your room.

Rath. My oh my, who wouldn't love that little brother of yours? He's lively like a fish in water, swimming here and there, leaping here and there. You were right though, he may be in junior high but he acts like he's a kid from pre-school. But on top of all that, he makes it up with enthusiasm.

Yeah, I'm grieving over your family. I know they're not mines but, it feels like they're my own family already.

I'm sorry Luna. I'm terribly sorry.

I mean, who wouldn't be heartbroken as heck after knowing that their family passed away just recently? Even I would, probably lock myself in my room and not answering the door for days and weeks. Losing your parents and siblings by a mere news isn't the best thing you would expect for. Well of course, compared to experiencing it yourself and watching the last seconds of their lives would create a greater scar.

What am I a psychopath?

I might be one actually, without knowing. I've been staring at a blank chair for every single day at school where you were supposed to be there. Smiling back at me or even giving a glare to pay attention. I spent my break mostly on my own now, not because I don't have anyone else or anything but, come on Luna, we usually spend them together. The park bench where we usually sat feels more spacious since you're not around. The afternoon breeze during a scorching day felt like nothing.

I've been coming to your house for everyday now, maybe you know, maybe you don't. The box of pizza that I left you on the front door didn't bulge for an entire evening. I ordered food and asked them to be delivered to your place, but all deliveries end up reaching my place for the same irritating reason.

"No one answered the door."

Are you eating properly? Are you drinking enough? Wait, are you even doing alright? God these questions just won't stop barging in my head.

Cause I'm not eating properly, I'm not having a right amount of water or exercise. I haven't been coming to the sports club when I should be. I haven't been getting a proper amount of sleep for the past three weeks since you've gone dark. I can't stop worrying about you. Do you have any idea how it aches my heart when I look at your picture while contrasting on how and what could be happening to you?
God, Lu. My head's a war zone.