Right thing to do

Whatever that whatever is

They were in another country but they do the same things, the same routine, the same performances, the same but different Brett and Eddy.

Brett woke up to the sound of his phone's alarm. Eyes half-closed, he reached for it on the nightstand by his bed, he almost knocked over his glasses by doing so. And when Brett successfully ceased the phone's ear-splitting noise, the first thing that crossed his mind was, "Where's Eddy?"

"Tsk!" The sound of Brett's clicking tongue always follows after a wrong note from his violin, shaking of the head added. He tried again and again, still unsatisfactory. "Urgh! I already performed this piece before why now-?" He had another try. Failed. "Tsk!" Brett shook his head as he put his violin down, he thought that he needs a break. "Nah, I'll do this again." Contradicting his thoughts, he continued practicing.

As always, Brett is on the phone, talking to someone, Eddy beside him. When the pedestrian light turned green the flood of people from the opposite sides of the street clashed. All are rushing to go home, it was the rush hour after all. Brett got left behind, he lost sight of Eddy in the middle of apologizing to the person he bumped into. Brett cut his own way through the sea of people. And after he escaped from the hellish crowd, he saw Eddy.

Eddy was further walking away as Brett realized that Eddy's not looking back to check for him, not slowing down to match his pace, nor stopping to wait for him. This sight of Eddy's back made Brett feel like someone squeezed his heart.

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"What's wrong with you?" More of a question for Brett himself.

Eddy put down his game console on the coffee table in front of him. Sat up, faced Brett who was standing by the sofa he was lying down on. "What?"

"You, you've been acting strange these past few days."

"Strange? How come? I'm not doing--"

"That! That's what's strange, you stopped... doing..." Determining the right word, it felt like it's at the tip of his tongue. Pulling his hair in frustration, grinding his teeth, thinking hard. "Argh, whatever that whatever is!"

Eddy can't help but smile. A little laugh even.

"Are you laughing at me? I'm serious here, bro." He glared.

Eddy laughs more. "Alright, alright," he stood up, stepped in a little closer to Brett.

Brett relaxed. Relieved that Eddy was again in close proximity. He stayed still, waiting. Waiting for what?

Eddy's eyes switched to look between Brett's eyes and lips, then he smiled. "Whatever that whatever it is."

The next day, it's back, whatever that whatever is.