Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend. I won't pay for sanity, 'cause I don't wanna know. Some things are better left alone.
"Hey Tim, this is Brian.. Are you okay? You haven't come out of your apartment room in awhile and I don't know man.. I'm worried about you. If its about you kissing me, I don't----"
I was interrupted by a beep, this meant I had exceeded over the voicemail time limit.
I cursed under my breath softly as I slipped my flip phone into the pocket of my hoodie.
The brisk autumn air nipped at my nose and my cheeks, the sun was slowly sinking behind the trees.
I glanced at my car then shifted my gaze to the large apartment building; "Fuck it." I mumbled through my teeth.
I jogged lightly towards the building, my black shoes thudded against the concrete ground creating small echoes with each step.
I stopped in front of the glass door, pulling it open with a single tug allowing myself to step into the building.
"Hi Brian! Here to see Tim?" A small brunette girl greeted me, a soft smile played across her face as I walked up to the desk that she sat behind.
"Hey Anna, yeah, can I get a key to his room.." My voice didn't match her cheery tone and it showed right away.
I rubbed the back of my neck nervously as a worried expression fell across her face.
"Of course, is everything okay?" She fumbled around behind the desk for a few seconds before handing me a bronze key with the room number 107 written on it in faded sharpie.
"I don't know, he hasn't been answering my calls." I gently took the key from her finger tips and held it tightly in the palm of my hand.
She frowned; "That's not good.. Well, I hope he's okay!" She forced a small smile, I nodded and walked off into the direction of the stairs.
The walk up the stairs seemed longer than ever even though I wouldn't really say I 'walked' up the stairs. I think a quick sprint would be more appropriate use of wording.
I arrived at the third floor, Tim's door was the 7th one on the left, I stopped directly in front of it.
Fuck... should I knock? No Brian, what if he's dying just put the key in the door and open it.
What if he doesn't want me here, he probably hates me because of what happened between us- Shit, why am I such an idiot. He's obviously isolating himself because of what happened.
"Just do it." I whispered under my breath, I looked down at the key that I held in my warm finger tips, I took at deep breath and stuck it in the keyhole and turned it until I heard a click.
I pushed the door open slowly, the room was dark, dimly lit by a small window; I pushed the door open completely allowing myself to hesitantly step inside.
The door automatically shut behind me with a soft thud, I should say something, he might think I'm someone else..
"Tim?" I called out but no answer.
I slowly took a few steps forward; Where the hell is he? I thought as I eyed his bedroom door, it was slightly ajar.
I hesitantly walked towards his bedroom, each step making me feel more anxious.
The closer I got, the softer the thuds from my shoes echoed.
I could smell burnt cigarettes and smoke, his apartment always smelled like that though.
I was inches from his bedroom door when I heard commotion on the other side.
I jumped back as his bedroom door swung open abruptly.
"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" He walked towards me, he looked angry at me?
I stuttered for the right words; "You weren't answering my calls-" I tried to get the words out of the back of my throat but before I could finish my sentence I felt his hands grasp my shoulders, he shoved me back harshly; I stumbled back, I reached out hoping to grab something that would catch my fall, but unfortunately Tim's apartment is very empty.
I grunted as my body met with the hard flooring, the carpet wasn't thick at all, it didn't cushion my fall whatsoever.
"Oh, so if I wasn't answering your fucking calls, what made you decide it would make me happy if you showed up in my fucking apartment?!" He raised his voice at me, he's never been upset with me before.
I tried to get back up but he pushed me back down with much more force, he was so fucking angry? Was this because he kissed me...?
"Tim, if its because you kissed me that's fine I'm not angry at you, you obviously didn't mean to-"
Fuck, I felt pain course through my right cheek as my head was forcefully knocked to the left by something strong.
I grunted in pain as the realization sunk in that he was the one who punched me.
"Brian you don't fucking understand, do you?!" His voice was much louder, I could see how angry he was; but, what didn't I understand?
"I fucking liked it.." His voice cracked, the last of the sun shone through the window casting a light across Tim's face, tears gleamed as they rolled down his cheeks.
He was crying although I could still clearly see angry storms twist within his eyes.
I hesitated before I stood up despite my pain, inching myself closer towards Tim.
"Brian, I liked it.." He repeated himself, the hurt in his voice was audible now.
"Tim.. Hey, look at me." I reached my hand out as his eyes made contact with mine, I wiped the tears from his cheek as I lifted his chin up gently with my other hand.
"That's okay, you're allowed to like things." I spoke very soft like, I didn't want have it come across bitter.
How could he possibly think I'd be angry at him over something so simple?
He looked at me with his soft eyes, and I couldn't help myself, my eyes shifted to his soft lips; I leaned in hesitantly at first, and before I knew what I was doing, I closed the last gap between us.
His soft lips collided with mine, our lips gliding across each others gently; his face felt warm in my hands.. he was so soft.
What is this feeling that I am feeling?..
I could feel butterflies dance above candlelight in my stomach.
I felt so warm and fuzzy, I never wanted for the moment to end.
And suddenly as fast as it happened, it was all ripped away.
Reality tugged me harder and tougher until I was no longer dreaming.
It was only a dream..
