Perfectly Scarred

The Wisest

"Can we just stay like this for a while?" I asked Lisa who's lying beside me, holding my hand.

"Of course. If that's what you want. We can stay here for a little longer" she looked at me and smiled. I hold her gaze, noticed how her eyes glistened with joy and sorrow at the same time.

"I wish we could live a normal life. We can do things that we want to."

"Believe me, I do, too. Since I met you." She then looked at the sky.

"Let's just say that we live like normal people for a day, what would you do?" I asked.

"My day would start and end with you. That's I want to do."

Her words strucked me. I couldn't find words to say. But, somehow, it made me melt.

"You don't have to say anything, Rosie. But to answer your question, I want to spend more time with you, to get to know you. I would take you out on a nice date. I bet a trip to a park and aquarium would be nice. We can eat as much as we want to. We can go on a spontaneous adventure, like going to places you want. I want to build memories with you so it may somehow replace the hurt, the fear that you have been through. There are so many things I would like to do, Rosie. i would trade anything just to be with you."

Lisa wiped my tears, I wasn't aware that I'm already crying.

I placed my head on her chest and close my eyes. A comfortable silence filled the air.

"God knows how much I wanted to be with you, too." I whispered.

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LISA'S POV

Rosie sleeping beside me is the visual representation of how I'm contented with my life. It's like I have this urge to protect her at all times. I don't know but I feel vulnerable when it comes to her and I don't know why I'm feeling this way. And although, life seems to be so cruel at me most of the time, for having so many restrictions, Rosie is the calm to my storm. Whenever she's around, I feel like I don't need to worry about anything even if the world seems to chase after us.

I parked my car at their driveway. I wore my hoodie, careful not to be seen by someone. I was about to knock when her mom opened the door.

"Uhh, H-Hi Mrs. P-Park?" I greeted her with a shy smile, I looked down not wanting to see her reaction.

"It's late. Where have you been?" Rosie's mom sounded to serious, I began to feel scared.

"I-I'm s-so so-sorry, Mrs. Park."

Suddenly she burst out giggling.

"I was just kidding! Relax, Kid. You can breathe." She pats my shoulder, reasuring that it's fine. Everything's fine.

"It's not the first time we saw each other, chill, dear." There was a hint of smile on her race

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh dear, drop the thr formalities, you call me mom, okay?" She chuckles.

"Ahhh. Uhhm." She sensed my awkwardness so she tried to change the subject.

"So where's Rosie?" She asked.

"Oh about that, yes ma'am she's sleeping in my car right now."

"I'm so glad that Rosie is making new friends. You know, these past few weeks have been rough for us, most especially to Rosie." She sighed. "Can you do me a favor, sweetie?"

"Anything, Ma'am"

"What did I tell you to call me?"

"Mom?" I said, looking down.