He Waved Back (One shot)

Chapter 1

"He Waved Back"

Kean Adrian added you on Messenger.

You accepted Kean Adrian's request.

Kean Adrian is waving at you! Tap to wave back.

You and Kean Adrian waved at each other.

That was the start of all.

He sent me a message with a simple "hi" and I replied. The conversation lasted until midnight and I unconsciously waited for his reply the next day, next next day and so on.

Weeks passed and I proclaimed him as my best friend, human diary, adviser, father and a brother. He was there when I needed someone to talk to. We were happy- talking about our favorite hobbies, food, color, number, etc.

He was one of my favorite things about earth- my cup of coffee in the morning, my companion at 2 am, my 11:11 wish, my greatest what if at 12 midnight.

"What if we're lying on the roof while gazing at the stars?"
"What if you're hugging me while listening to our favorite songs?"
"What if I didn't meet you online?"

Distance was never a problem.

Facing my cell phone's screen, I whispered to myself, "Damn! I'm falling in love with this man."

A couple of months passed, we decided to meet. We made it to the next level. Him, on the screen that I was facing before became real. We talked without typing. I saw him but not on the screen. I kissed him but not his picture. The cell phone that I was holding before became his hand. Because I met him- in person.

I thought he was the one for me. The internet was just a blessing in disguise.

Kean Adrian mentioned you in a comment.
Kean Adrian tagged you in a post.
Kean Adrian commented on a post that you're tagged in.

Those were my favorite notifications.

We were an item- I thought to myself.

The sweetness never changed. 'Kean Adrian is active now' was the reason behind my smiles. Distance was just a word. Day by day, I found myself falling deeply in love with him.

There was a "ting" on my phone that made my heart thump faster. I assumed that he sent me a message but I was shocked that the message was a request. It was from a girl.

"Hi! Are you Kean's girlfriend?" the question made me cringe.

We had no label but I knew to myself that he loved me, too.

"Uhm, no?" I replied.

"But you guys have a mutual understanding?"

"Kind of..." then I hit send.

"I guess you are one of us."

"What do you mean?"

I felt nervous as seconds passed by.

"You're not the only one that he's chatting with."

"You're lying! But I already met him in person. We're an item and I know the feeling is mutual." I hit send. My hands were trembling. Tears poured on the screen of my phone.

"That's what I thought, too. Wait, here's the proof."

Another chat head popped up. She added me in a group chat named, "MGA NILOKO NI KEAN".

Tangina.

There were five girls- no, we were six. I was one of his girls.

"There's a new victim! What's your endearment?" I read who sent the message. Her nickname was Love. I visited the group details and read their nicknames- Babe, Baby, Honey, Mahal.

I closed my phone instead of answering her question but it beeped again. There was a message from him...

"Hi, wifey!"

Wifey...

Wifey...

Fuck that wifey!

"Can we meet tomorrow? Same time, same place." With shivering lips and trembling hands, I hit send.

"But wifey, we just met last month."

"Please? I just miss you, hubby."

"I miss you, too. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

That night, I cried myself to death. It hurt so badly. It was like, I was stabbed repeatedly. I thought I was the only one but I wasn't.

Morning came and I faced him. I told him what I discovered but I didn't receive any response from him. He was there looking at me with unreadable expression.

"Will you choose me?" I asked, another bucket of tears rolling down my cheeks.

"No," he whispered.

"Do you love me?"

"I never loved you," he uttered, turning his back on me.

I called his name but he never looked back instead, he waved back.