Missing Pieces

Chapter#13: Results

Session ended. The test was around the corner. The last day was worth it, I'd never forget that day. I knew it, we would never come back to this place again. I didn't make friends there, but I had a lot from there, I found Sedrick there. It was enough for me to remember. The day was really painful. I looked at him all the time. We wished good lucks to each other and left. I still remember, I was standing at the main gate, waiting for my dad, and watched him leave. I still remember the painful look on my face, I watched him go away. I wasn't sure that I'll ever meet him again or not. He walked with his two friends to the stop and then disappeared from my sight. I felt like it's the last time. I was really almost crying.
Before test, there were off days for self assessment. We didn't disturb eachother in those days. He always wanted to avoid me after that last day.
His test was before mine. I texted him to ask if everything went well. Fortunately, he told me that he did his best and he did it amazing. So I felt happy for him. Now I was just finalizing my preparations. After a month, on my test day, it was his result day. I went for the test praying for both of us. I came back home, I gave my test better than I expected and in a moment I received his text, his name wasn't in the merit list. He was so off and frustrated. He didn't talk to me then, his mood was off and Tilda treated him well. I could do that too, but he didn't give me a chance. Anyway, he could get admission somewhere else. I was now afraid too. I was afraid of losing him. I had a strange fear. He would go to college and make new friends. He would forget about me in this busy life. I didn't want this to happen.
Fortunately, I got admission in Fine Arts in College. Now that we were free for a month, I asked Sedrick for a meetup. We spent a whole day together and then a goodbye sounded as if it was forever. No, no, no it couldn't be. I ain't gonna leave him. No.
I tried my best to maintain the contacts. Nothing was changed until the exams of first semester in college.
Lives got busier then. We rarely talked. Once in two months or three months. But swear of the Heavens, I missed him every day, every hour and every moment. Every night, I remembered him before falling asleep, honestly.