Love, Love You.... (Short Story/One Shot Compilation)

Paint

There's a lot of things in this world that you barely can explain. When it happens to you, all you can do is accept it and hope maybe, just maybe, one day it'll change your life somehow. Or at least your view of world

I know exactly how's that like, it happened to me.

This is the 8th time I saw him. Maybe I'll sound obsessed because I mark it, everytime I see him.

Not meeting, just see.

And the view that I'm waiting, stand across my house. He walks. His hair was raven color. He always bring something with him in a plastic bag. He's tall, not as tall as me, but tall. And he always wears the same color clothes. Pair of washed-up jeans and light color shirt.

Maybe there's a lot of boys more handsome than him. Or more attractive. Well, I don't care.

I always wonder, what his sounds like. Was it deep? Or maybe calm like his expression? Or maybe something totally different than I can imagine.

Everytime I see him, I always wish I brave enough to say, "hi... What's your name?" or "hi where's your house?"

I try to move my left leg. But damn that's so hard. Well... I can walk, but limping.

Since that accident, that dumb rider crash me and runaway, my movement was limited. I used to do every sports. Football. Run. Swimming. It's a torture for me to stay home, without nothing to do.

Still next week. Doctor said I can active like usual, still I have to restraint myself.

At afternoon, all I do is daydreaming in my porch. My dad help lessen my boredom by painting. It's funny how he used to mad at me when I ask him to buy me tools or things for paint. I need to sacrifice my leg first apparently.

I try to put a sketch in my head. By my memory. I try to remember his face. I draw with my pencil. Closing my eyes, dig to my memory of him. Make it more realistic.

This sketch now my lifesaver. I spent most of my time with it. When I feel it's perfect, I paint it. Make it more alive.

It's twilight. I take my paint outside. Maybe I can see him again. And....
"Forth, you have guest"
That's my father's voice. I wonder who's coming.
"ming's here. He wants to lend you his notes"

Oh, my best friend here. He's super smart by the way. It'll be great to get to copy his notes. And he's kind too. And he's caring.

"Pa, can you tell him to come here? I have this to finish." I can come down but I don't want to. I still want to finish my art.

My father smile. He looks old now. I'm too focus on my "sadness" and my recovery. I forgot to pay attention to my surrounding. I forget that my father also feel my pain. I smile at him, "you wanna see my paint?" he nod and walk closer to me.

I tilt my head so I can see his expression. I'm confused. He open his mouth and shakes his head. He looks, gloomy? Is my painting that bad??
"what is it Pa?" I asked him
"this..... Is Beam!?"

I flinched. Of course. I should've ask him who's this boy. Apparently father knows him.

"Beam?" I want to know more
"you don't know? That terrible accident. I heard that his parents got call to identify him, his face was... Awful"

I stunned. Is father talking the same person? The one I've been seeing?
"when that happen?" I asked. I got bad feeling.
"same day with your accident. There's witness said that his motorcycle speeded and slips in a corner. I think he died on spot"

My brain work so hard to process.

Accident. Same day with me. Motorcycle.

Is that possible?

I remember that day. I walked on the pavement, with my bag. I busy thought about the upcoming quizzes.

That roar, I realized it so late. There's no where to run, because I already in pavement. But that stupid rider do crazy moves. And keep going even tho it clearly crushing me.

Is that? Was it the same rider?

Father left me frozen. I hear ming's footsteps on the stairs. My breather still awful. I blinks my eyes so many times. Because all this time, I usually see him from my balcony or porch.

Beam. He stands. Suddenly appear from thin air. Looked at me. He stared at me and his lips, shaking? I can't hear him. But I know he try to say something.

The brush I hold snapped to two. That eyes, there's glimpse of tears. He wears same washed-up jeans and white long sleeves shirt. I don't have the guts to see his feet. But I swear he's floating.

"It's okay." I talked softly. "I forgive you long ago" my heart beating so fast. It works so hard to accept I won't see him again.

He smiles, one nod and dissappear. There's a whisper pop on my head, "don't forget about me"

I'll freeze you in my painting. My first love....

When ming comes in, I make sure my voice sounds normal before I talk to him.

"what happen forth?" he ask me, I think he senses something wrong.

I smile at him, "nothing. I'm happy you're here. What you got there?"

He said something but I can't hear him. I try to remember beam's face, try to mark him to my deepest memory.

The End