Everything Will Be Alright ↠ Henjei [ COMPLETED ]

"Everything Will Be Alright." Pt. 20 (FINAL)

- 2 months later

    I was walking into Java's, the cafe that Henrik and I decided to meet up the first time we got in contact again. Yes, I know. 2 months later and I'm still thinking about him.

I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never stop thinking about him. I knew no matter what, he'd always be special to me and I'd see him in a different way than I'd see others.

After thinking about what Henrik said, I realized that he didn't mean we don't get happy endings- he meant that we don't get a happy ending with each other.

Of course I didn't like that idea, but I liked it better than going the rest of my life thinking he hated me and ignoring each other whenever we saw each other in person.

    I walked up to the front counter, looking up at the menu and reading the options.

Henrik pointed at one of the items on the menu. "That's my favorite. It's by far the best thing they sell here. You could try some of mine if you'd like."

I still remembered Henrik's favorite item on the menu, and even though I didn't agree with that being the best- I ordered it anyways.

    "Good choice."

    I practically froze at that familiar, hypnotic voice coming from behind me and widened my eyes. The worker taking my order had left to make my drink at this point and I took that time to hesitantly turn around.

    Henrik stood there, that stupidly handsome, clearly amused smirk plastered on his lips with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans. He stood there with such confidence, it was attractive and aggravating at the same time.

    I gulped and nodded, "Yeah. It's my favorite. It's by far the best thing they sell here." I said, and even though it wasn't true- he already knew that, and he knew what I was doing.

I was testing him.

The corners of his lips curled up into an even wider smile. He licked his lips, "No way. That's the best thing they sell." He replied and pointed at my favorite item on the menu.

I felt my cheeks burn up. He remembered.

    My breath hitched in my throat. I didn't think he would catch on to what I was doing, but he did instantly.

    "T-That's just disrespectful." I said, staring at him in pure shock.

    We stayed like that until my order was ready, just standing there making the most intense eye contact we've ever had. It felt like hours- though I knew it was only seconds. His diamond blue eyes were piercing into my own and it felt like it was just us and the world, like time stopped, like nothing mattered and nothing had ever mattered.

    I was snapped out of my thoughts when the annoyed worker called me for the third time. "Sir- your drink is ready."

    I spun on my feet, stuttering a bit as I apologized and took my drink, walking off to a table in the back corner without any further interaction with Henrik.

    My eyes were glued to him as I watched him take his order. Though I couldn't hear what he was ordering, I had a pretty good idea.

    Once the worker turned around to make his drink, he met my gaze and I looked away immediately, red tinging my cheeks, but I couldn't help but look back. He was still looking at me and I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head at him as if saying, 'What?'. He shrugged in response, somehow understanding what I meant by my expression and a small smile spread across my lips.

    His drink was finished and he took it, sitting at a table farthest away from mine but directly across. I watched as he pulled out his phone, taking what looked like a photo of his drink.

    I scoffed to myself in an amused way, what a dork.

    As I drank some of my own coffee, my phone buzzed. I glanced down at the now brightened screen and saw, "Attachment: 1 image" - Henrik.

    I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion and glanced up at him. He raised his eyebrows at me and nodded his head as a way of saying, "Open it."

    I opened the message, seeing a picture of his order which just so happened to be my favorite drink.

There was a message attached to the photo that read, "This is the best thing they sell." - Henrik

If this had happened to me 2 months ago when I was a literal mess that got emotional by anything and everything, I would've bursted into tears; but now that I had taken the time to think over everything and look at it in a different perspective, I realized that this was a good thing.

I could do this. I could be happy this way.

And I was, I was happy in this moment and I knew there'd be more to come.

Happiness is a choice, not something that just comes and goes.

We make our own choices.

From now on, I have chosen to be happy. That is my choice.

Since then, I've known that everything will be alright.

The end.