He was sad.
Most of the time he'll just glance through the window, glancing down at all the things he missed during his childhood.
He was lonely.
Not a single visitor, not a single person coming to visit him and ask if he was okay.
But that was norm...
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"It's funny how someone you loved can turn into the person you hate in a mile second."
A L A Z N E
"I got it in the fight with your little boyfriend." Roder lie, avoiding every chance of eye contact with me.
I roll my eyes, "Tell me another lie."
"I hate you."
I smile, nodding as I squint my eyes and trace the red mark on his cheek with my finger.
"Roder, what happen to your cheek?" I ask him again and he ignore me, tucking his hands in his pocket as he begin walking again.
I stood there — my hands folded as I tap my foot on the ground, impatiently watching to see if he would've left me there.
"Roder, I wasn't done speaking to you, you said ask a question and I did."
"Now you have to tell me the truth, what happen to your cheek?"
He turn around at me, "I never told you I'll tell the truth," He reply back, deviously smirking at me before turning around and continuing to walk.
I stomp my feet on the ground as I yell after him stubbornly, "It still implies!"
He stop in his tracks, not turning around to even look at me as he whisper the words, "My mother did it." And glance up at the sky.
I raise an eyebrow, "Why would your mother do that?" I ask as I approach him, tip toeing a little to reach his height as I stare at him.
"There's a lot of things a mother would do to you instead of love you."
He shake his head as his gaze lower to me, "She isn't my mother, she's the man that died years ago."
"Such as?"
"My father." He said, "The man I killed years ago." He whisper.
I begin to feel a sinking feeling in my chest, the words he just said setting me off.
"You killed your father?" I ask with widen eyes as I step away from him, unable to process this.
He narrow his eyes at me, "It's getting to late Alazne, I think it's time to go home before your mother gets worried."
"But —"
"I'll walk you back." He added and I nod, following behind him without a single word.
I glance down at the floor as I sigh, trying to let it go for now but I still wanted to know more.
Why does he keep it all a secret?
What is he really hiding?
He suddenly stopped, my thoughts coming to a shut as he turn around and face me.
"Can we forget everything that happen tonight?" He ask, his eyes turning back into the uninteresting, dull eyes like when we first met.
"I mean, it wasn't a lot of memories but —" he glance up at the twinkling stars as a distraction.
"I don't want some stranger knowing my stories." He bluntly said, my heart sinking even deeper by the words 'strangers'.
"Do you really think of us as that?"
He glance back at me, shrugging before replying, "Yeah. I mean — what else can we be?" He softly chuckle, finding amusement in the way the situation piss me off.
He really thought of me that way.
I glance up at him, before nodding.
"Goodbye stranger." I reply as I walk pass him.
He quickly grab my hand and pull me closer to him, the words, "Fuck, I'm going to regret this shit." Spilling out of his mouth before his warm lips on the cold day was all I needed at the moment.
All I wanted.
I couldn't help but stop myself as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his chest closer to me as I kiss him back.
At that moment, I didn't know how to act.
What to do.
But, I felt myself loving every moment of his lips on mine.
Never wanting to let go.
This was all I wanted at the moment, and I felt myself forgetting everything that happened in the past now that I have this.
He pull his lips away from mine as our noses touch, both of us hungrily staring at each other, as we breathe heavily as we scan each other expression.
